Straight man of steel

Chapter 243
Early the next morning, while Zhang Yuan was still asleep, Zhuo Wenjun took three or four people to Chang'an in a carriage.

When Zhang Yuan rubbed his sleepy eyes, the sun was already above his head.

Getting an affirmative answer from Liu Che made Zhang Yuan relax and become lazy.

After lunch, Zhang Yuan remembered what he had to do.

"Old Zhao."

Zhang Yuan sat in the pavilion and shouted at the top of his voice.

Before Lao Zhao was called, Xiao Qing came running angrily.

I haven't talked to Xiaoqing for a long time, which makes this little girl feel that she is no longer important.

"Uncle Zhao, he accompanied the eldest daughter to Chang'an."

Xiaoqing said angrily.

"What about the business?"

"Followed too."

"What about Erdan Fugui?"

"It's all gone."

"Is there no one alive at home?"

"My servant, a living person is standing in front of you. How can you tell lies?"

Zhang Yuan was speechless all of a sudden, if he had known it would be like this, he should have ordered things well yesterday.

"It's all right, let Xiong Daxiong Er come over."

Xiaoqing snorted, then left angrily, and it took a long time for the two brothers Xiong Daxiong to come to Zhang Yuan.

"Patriarch, are you looking for the two of us?"

Zhang Yuan nodded.

"Well, invite a group of people to restart the furnace at home.

To smelt iron ore, I want you to forge some woks. "

Xiong Da stretched out his hand and touched his head. He really didn't understand that there were eighty woks at home, and what Zhang Yuan wanted them to build.

"But there are already many at home, and we can't use any more."

"Just like those woks, it would be good to make them five times as big, and make ten more."

What Zhang Yuan said about being five times larger is not the area, but the diameter. With ten super large woks like this, it will be enough for future use.

"what?"

Xiong Da was even more flustered now, he had never built such a large utensil before.

"Why did you tell me earlier if there was any difficulty?"

Zhang Yuan thought that it was technical or some lack of conditions that made Xiong Da so embarrassed.

"There is no difficulty, but such a large wok can only be molded first and then poured with molten iron. It is best to heat and polish it."

Although Xiong Da is a bit silly, he and Xiong Er are very proficient in building.

"No need to polish, it doesn't matter whether it looks good or not, as long as it can be used."

It is extremely time-consuming to make such a large object in detail, but Zhang Yuan knows that Liu Che will soon move to Dinghu Yanshou Palace, so he has to prepare [-] sheets of paper one foot square before Liu Che comes.

"Here, the villain will go down and get ready."

Zhang Yuan nodded and made the wok first, and then thought about building the papermaking workshop.

Everything has to be done one by one.

Since the afternoon, the house has been filled with the crackling sound of burning wood, and then the sizzling sound of being extinguished by water.

The people in the Zhang Mansion had already changed their minds. They always thought that they had changed from craftsmen to farmers, so the warehouse was full of grain, but there was not much charcoal for smelting metals.

There are thousands of sheets of paper made before, after cutting.

This is due to Zhang Yuan's unskilled workmanship, and he made thicker paper, some of which can be called cardboard.

And because of the lack of paper shelves, most of the materials were wasted.

Zhang Yuan was sitting in the pavilion, looking at the whole wooden box of papers, and the toilet chips on one side.

For a while, I couldn't make up my mind.

He just had a colic in his stomach, wanted to make it easier, and wanted to let go and run while holding the toilet chip, when he suddenly realized that he already had paper.

This is the reason for the current world problem, because my mind is distracted, and my stomach doesn't hurt anymore.

It is really hard for Zhang Yuan to decide whether to continue to use toilet chips or paper. If this gets out, it will not be a trivial matter.

Everyone was waiting for Zhang Yuan's paper to transcribe, but Zhang Yuan used the first batch of paper to wipe his ass.

Isn't this degrading?

But if you make this thing by yourself, it will not be used to serve people in the end.

Zhang Yuanxin swung across, took a stack and started running.

Afterwards, I felt that it was still a bit rough, and I made up my mind that the next batch of paper must be of good quality, otherwise it would grind my ass.

In this idle and boring time, the day passed quickly.

Neither Zhuo Wenjun nor Lao Zhao came back. To be honest, Zhang Yuan was a little worried and thought about sending someone to Chang'an, but thought it was already dark so he gave up.

Zhuo Wenjun still didn't come back the next day, and Lao Zhao and the others didn't send anyone to send a letter. Zhang Yuan couldn't sit still when it got dark.

You must know that those people in Chang'an are eaters who don't complain about their hardships. Zhang Yuan can be stopped by Ji Fu immediately when he goes to Chang'an alone.

Zhang Yuan couldn't leave, so he had to send ten people on horses to go around Chanshui, waiting for the first time to enter Chang'an City at dawn the next day.

Time hastily passed to the third day, and Zhang Yuan was still waiting, panting in his heart but feeling helpless.

Weakness and a deep sense of powerlessness.

It seems that I can't compete with anyone, and I don't have any news channels. I can only rely on my own understanding of this period of history to judge the situation, but when it comes to things that have not been recorded in history, such as my appearance and the people around me Or something, Zhang Yuan has nothing to do.

It was not until the afternoon that Zhang Yuan watched dust rise in the distance from the main building.

Then he hurried to the door, leaning against the edge of the door and waiting for the return of the traveler.

There was also Wei Qing accompanying him. Seeing Zhang Yuan at the door from a distance, Wei Qing drove his horse and rushed towards Zhang Yuan.

"Brother Yuan."

Zhang Yuan asked with a smile.

"Young brother, why are you here?"

Wei Qing got off his horse, pointed at the carriage that was still far away with his whip and said.

"His Royal Highness is worried about the safety of the eldest daughter of the Zhuo family, so she let me accompany you all the way."

After confirming that everyone was safe and sound, Zhang Yuan tried his best to calm himself down and prevent others from seeing his worries.

"Oh, you have worked hard on this journey, please come inside."

"Well, let your cook prepare some good food tonight."

"That's natural."

When Zhang Yuanweiqing entered the door, Zhuo Wenjun and his group also arrived at the door.

Zong Xing helped Zhuo Wenjun down, and then led the carriage and left. The rest of the people did not enter through the main entrance, but led the horse to the side entrance.

Zhuo Wenjun looked very relaxed and happy. It seemed that Princess Pingyang had solved most of her problems.

"Is everything settled?"

Zhang Yuan turned to Zhuo Wenjun and asked.

Zhuo Wenjun nodded obediently, then pointed to Wei Qing and said.

"This trip is thanks to the servant, otherwise the few of us might not even be able to enter Beique."

Wei Qinghan replied with a smile.

"Brother Yuan has entrusted me with something, I will definitely do my best, the eldest daughter doesn't have to do that."

(End of this chapter)