Chat Group of Myriad Worlds of Tang Dynasty

Ma Zhou was very excited. After all, he had been in Chang'an for so long, and he had never touched a pen.

"Did I lie to you?"

Chang He's eyes widened, and he patted Ma Zhou's shoulder, "Boy, you know how to read."

Ma Zhou sighed: "I have read books."

He has not only read books, but also read many books, not only read many books, but also traveled thousands of miles.

When he left that place, he hoped that he wouldn't have to go back again, but what kind of place is Bozhou, where he was an orphan, never going to be a bright future.

After the founding of the Tang Dynasty, Ma Zhou thought for a long time, and finally left his hometown. After all, he had no one to rely on and no worries.

So he came to Chang'an, and there was one of his relatives in Chang'an, who was also Chang He.

As the days passed, Ma Zhou felt that he had gained a foothold in Chang'an before talking about other things. He was used to seeing the sufferings of the people along the way, and knew all kinds of things in the world. When he arrived in Chang'an, he no longer had the desire to be an official.

Unless, he can change all this.

The moment Chang He said that His Majesty wanted to read the policy theory, he knew that his chance had come.

"You just take this to work."

Although Chang He didn't know many words, he knew that Ma Zhou was not a man of war on paper when he saw the timeless font on the rice paper with a murderous air.

Anyway, as long as the writing is okay and can fool His Majesty, it will be fine.

There are so many people in the court, and I am a small city gate servant, why should I care about the result.

Is it possible that I still count on His Majesty to see my peerless talent because of this?

You have to have talent first.

Without thinking too much, Chang He put away the rice paper, folded it in the folder, and rushed out without washing his face.

The wind and snow covered Chang'an. For some reason, Chang'an was extremely cold this year.

In a folk alley not far away, a young official in plain clothes was rubbing his hands in the cold wind. In front of him were strangely shaped iron buckets, which should be iron stoves to be precise.

The iron stove has been approved by the Ministry of Industry, and a lot has been produced. Today, someone came to the Ministry of Industry to spread the word that this thing can be sold.

He is just a small official, and he also needs to support his family. It is reasonable to say that the things produced by the Ministry of Industry do not need to make money to promote the world, but today all the officials of the Ministry of Industry have to come out to sell this stuff, and I don’t know who is the person who spread the word idea.

There is no way, the official rank crushes people to death, so just sell it.

"Iron stove, fifty coins each."

Among the people who came and went, a luxuriously dressed young man excitedly looked at the small iron stove, frowning and thinking for a long time.

"Shopkeeper, how does this stove work?"

The young official raised his head, and then said with a smile: "This thing needs to be burned with coal. Chang'an does not have it yet, but it is said that in ten days' time, there will be one in Chang'an."

"By the way, put it in the house and open a hole in the window, just use this kind of smoke pipe to exhaust the exhaust gas from burning coal."

Anyway, that's what other people say to me.

The man looked at the iron pipe in the official's hand, and suddenly fell into deep thought: "This thing is unheard of, but you made it?"

The official shook his head: "I know what you mean, merchants want to keep this thing in their own hands, but let me tell you, this thing is from the palace, it's best not to do that."

The luxuriously dressed boy squinted his eyes: "Come on."

When Changsun Wuji was at home, he always felt abandoned by His Majesty.

Ever since His Majesty allowed himself to retreat behind the scenes, there is no need to worry about paperwork. It's just that it's not a problem to be idle, right?
After thinking about it, he felt that he had to move, and he couldn't sit still like this.

Just when he was distracted, the door opened, and a young man walked in first: "Uncle, I'm here to see you today."

"Oh, it's Yin Zhong."

The salt and iron business of the Tang Dynasty was originally in the hands of Changsun Wuji. Now that the salt is gone, only iron smelting is left. Changsun Wuji is not good at iron smelting, so he naturally looks for a suitable spokesperson among the people.

This agent is the Yin family.

The Yin family is from Xianyang, and the method of ironmaking has been passed down from generation to generation. Later, it was discovered by Changsun Wuji and became Li Shimin's special blacksmith at that time.I don’t know how many iron tools were built for the Tang army. After the old man of Yin Zhong’s previous generation died in the army, Datang also established an immortal foundation. Yin Zhong became the heir. Although he is young, he has his grandson Wuji behind him. Support, how could it be poor.

"Uncle, look what I brought you!"

While speaking, Yin Zhong pointed to the iron stove that was brought in by someone, and looked at Changsun Wuji with a smile.

"Uncle, this is a stove and this is a smoke pipe. It seems that a kind of fuel needs to be burned. This kind of fuel can reach Chang'an in ten days."

"I see someone outside is selling this, fifty cents a stove, fifty cents a set of pipes."

Changsun Wuji's eyes lit up instantly, "Is what you said true?"

He is not a fool, he is very smart, and this Yin Zhong is also very smart.

The two of them could see the business opportunities at a glance. As long as the iron stove can be promoted, it will be money.

"Who made this thing? Are there any drawings?"

"Uncle, I have sent someone to follow, and I will definitely find the blueprint from that person's house soon."

Changsun Wuji's eyes were red, "Okay, thanks for your hard work, come and carry these things, let's enter the palace!"

Changsun Wuji felt that if he couldn't get anything out, His Majesty would completely make him a scrap in the officialdom of the Tang Dynasty, which meant that he would never have the chance to step into that sacred hall again.

But what he didn't know was that when he became hostile to Li Ke, his chance had already been lost, unless Datang was about to perish and he tried his best to turn the tide.

In Yong'an Garden, Li Shimin was sitting in front of the stove, drinking hot tea happily: "Ke'er, why don't you give me a set of these things?"

Li Ke shook his head: "No, it's very expensive."

What exactly is expensive?Is the stove more expensive, or is the coal more expensive?
"In another ten days, the things used in those stoves will arrive. I can give you a set at that time, but you have to pay for it."

Since it is spent money to buy, then there is no problem.

Li Shimin patted his chest: "Don't worry, I will definitely not let you suffer from this thing."

"Huh? What kind of fuel are you talking about?"

Li Shimin suddenly became curious, and he faintly felt that this thing was definitely not groundless.

Li Ke slowly lifted the stove lid, and the sweet potatoes inside exuded an exciting smell.

Li Ke pointed to the red-hot coals inside, "This thing is called coal. There are many such things in the West Mountain."

"But it is more troublesome to mine."

"So the price is not low."

The reason why Li Ke said this is that he didn't want to discount the value of this thing. After all, this era is not yet an industrial era, and coal is not yet a product of energy, so it has no value.