I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

If it was other articles and novels, Yin Xuan would definitely not show them to read, just to impress their appetite, and when the magazine is officially released, the sales will increase.

But Yin Xuan couldn't wait to show this novel to these people.

You should be bold and think about the future.

If you dare not imagine the future, the status quo will only be lifeless.

The novel was passed on.

The scholar who submitted the manuscript blushed, and stood at his own position, a little at a loss-everyone is dead, or only three or five people know it and the scale is small, or hundreds of people know it and the scale is large.

He's clearly one of the big ones.

Scholars in restaurants began to read his articles.

To be honest, his writing skills were indeed not very high, but barely comprehensible—even some passages, they read over and over again, but they didn't quite understand what this person wanted to express.

After reading it, their moods were somewhat complicated.

There is an indescribable taste.

Rough, but magnificent.

Especially the longing and longing for the future, and the scene described in rough words, made their hearts feel an indescribable impulse.

The prospect of the future is such a thing. It is more rooted in people's hearts than any hope or ideal. It is rooted in the hearts of all people, absorbing the nourishment of their souls. There are towering trees.

"This novel..." Someone opened his mouth, wanting to give an evaluation, but it was only his first contact with this kind of thing, and he didn't know what language to use to describe it.

He thought for a while, sighed, turned his gaze to Yin Xuan, and looked at him as if asking for help.

Yin Xuan said softly: "The most commendable thing about this novel is that it is not practical."

"Is it possible to realize what is written in it?"

Scholars are still helpless, this is an unfamiliar field for them—in the past, they might have refuted it, thought it was absurd, and dismissed it.

But Yin Xuan's words were used in it.

The cement road that stretches the entire territory of the Tang Dynasty.

They hesitated, not daring to directly veto it like before.

Yin Xuan answered for them.

"Maybe it will come true, maybe it won't come true, but it's this kind of unknown future that makes people look forward to it, isn't it?"

"It's very unrealistic to think about the very distant future."

"But isn't this kind of impracticality exactly what you need?"

"Just thinking about what is happening on one-third of an acre of land now, then the future is also visible...what is now, what will be in the future."

"It's like starting from the Han Dynasty to our Tang Dynasty. Except for the change of the masters of the world, life...has any changes?"

Yin Xuan breathed out, took the water glass brought by Li Lizhi, took a sip, and then continued.

"Why don't you think about how to feed more and more people with one acre of land?"

"Why don't you think about how to make one ear of rice produce more food?"

"Why don't you think about it, can you invent a means of transportation that is faster than a carriage?"

Yin Xuan stood up and bowed to them, or in other words, bowed to the scholars in the world and the people of Tang Dynasty they represented.

"I don't want you to become the kind of people who have nothing to do but have seen the end of their life."

The scholars hurriedly saluted.

This was the first time they saw Yin Xuan so seriously.

Someone returned the salute while touching his chest—the same was true for Li Jing, who sighed faintly.

Li Yuan asked him: "What's the matter, such a little girl's posture."

"I wish I could have met the store owner a few years ago." Li Jing shook his head and said softly, "I'm not the kind of person who sees the past when I'm young, and this life is over?"

Li Yuan was silent, and played a chicken.

When Wei Zheng pushed it, he was confused.

They all understand that the kind of "seeing to the end" that Yin Xuan said is not about life planning, but about another thing-a scholar who enters the court and becomes an official, and what is great is to be a phase.

Martial arts practitioners join the army, and when Li Jing is like this, he has made it to the top.

Is there anything else?
Almost gone.

Yin Xuan wants them to have more choices, not just to become civil servants or generals, but other people who can contribute to society.

The readers once again realized the weight of those four sentences.

It weighs heavily on my heart.

It has a different meaning than the first time I heard it.

Suddenly, someone remembered and turned to Li Yuan and yelled, "Li Zhangguo, you haven't returned the store's name to us yet."

Li Yuan acted as if he hadn't heard this sentence, and fumbled his cards expressionlessly.

The few scholars who had reacted looked at each other in blank dismay. They didn't expect Li Yuan to be so thick-skinned. Now that Ji Wen, Li Yifu, and Wu Youdao were not around, it was really difficult for them to deal with Li Yuan.

The readers fell silent.

Li Yuan is still playing mahjong as an old god.

Yin Xuan laughed, he knew that Li Yuan had to do such a thing, ignored them, and turned his head to look at the experiment reports of the little girls.

The selection of materials is a very troublesome thing, one must be tested one by one, and several more tests are required to select reliable examples.

Fortunately, they didn't need to do this kind of thing by themselves. They built a shed in the garden and hired hundreds of people from Li Shimin to take charge of it.

"The cost of using starch paste is too high." Li Lizhi frowned, not only Yin Xuan was watching, but they were also watching.

Now papermaking still uses starch paste as sizing agent.

But... Starch is a precious thing. It is similar to wine, and it is all produced from grain.

The crops that can be produced on a large scale in the field - such as potatoes and sweet potatoes - can't be seen in Datang, and most of the starch that can be made are soybean products.

But beans are also a staple food, and their yield and starch yield are not very high.One hundred catties of mung beans can only produce about thirty catties of starch.

Starch is not a must.

Very few people are willing to do such a loss-making thing.

"I can't find anything similar in nature to starch and cheap." Fang Yiyu followed suit with a sigh, she also had a headache about this problem.

Yin Xuan patted her on the head and chuckled lightly: "You don't have to consider things that are similar in nature to starch."

"Think about it, what role does starch paste play in making paper?"

"Look for it again, something that can play a similar role."

"You don't have to look for artificial products. Nature is a treasure trove, and some natural things are also very useful."

The little girls nodded, and their thoughts were suddenly opened.