Datang: God-level son-in-law, salted fish will become stronger

Several people rushed to Mangya Village.

All the fields around the village have been planted with potatoes, and the people are looking forward to the harvest.

They have already tried potatoes, and they are indeed rare and good things. What excites them most is the yield.

The yield per mu is 50 deniers, which is more than that of ten mu.

As long as the first batch of potatoes is successfully harvested, agriculture in Mangya Village will develop rapidly like a snowball.

Chapter 128: Papermaking and Movable Type

"Your son-in-law is here." Xu Gongqing heard that Qin Mu was coming, and hurried out of the village to greet him. He looked at Qin Mu with a smile on his face, "The potatoes have been sown according to your instructions, and now we only have to wait for the harvest in January." Food."

Ever since the imperial court assigned Mangya Village to Qin Mu as a fief.

Qin Mu not only exempted the people of Mangya Village from taxes, but also let the people of Mangya Village work in the winery and saltworks in the village during the slack period, and paid them a lot of money at the same time.

Today's Mangya Village is not what it used to be.

The common people have bid farewell to the miserable life of not covering their bodies, not having enough food, leaking houses and being rained all night.

Every family lives in a new house, everyone wears new clothes, and the happiness index is greatly improved.

Qin Mu nodded his head, and said lightly: "I didn't come here today for the potato planting. Let's go to the village council hall to discuss it in detail."

For a moment.

A group of people came to the meeting hall.

Xu Gongqing called all the backbones of the village over, Xu Zhaolin was more calm than before, and he took full charge of the village wine shop.

Xu Gongqing looked at Qin Mu, who was at the top of the table, with firm eyes, "My son-in-law, it's okay to say what's the matter, we will definitely go through fire and water."

Qin Mu laughed softly and said, "It's not that serious. I want to open two workshops in the village. I need two sites, tools, raw materials and some manpower. I need Mr. Xu to help prepare as soon as possible."

"It's a good thing to open a workshop." Xu Gongqing's face was full of joy.

If it continues like this, it won't be long before Mangya Village will become Mangya City.

Xu Gongqing continued to ask: "I don't know what kind of workshop the son-in-law is going to open, what tools and raw materials are needed."

As the two talked, Qin Mu took out a letter from his bosom and handed it to Xu Gongqing, "I've written it down, you just prepare it according to what I wrote, remember this is a secret, don't let it out. "

"Don't worry, son-in-law." Xu Gongqing took the letter respectfully, and put it in his arms carefully, "As long as there is an old man, I will never let others take a look."

For half a month.

According to Qin Mu's request, Xu Gongqing prepared the site, tools, raw materials and personnel.

At this point, it was Qin Mu's turn to play.

Looking at the piles of wood and various plant roots, Xu Gongqing wondered, "Master, what kind of workshop do you want to open, and why do you use these woods, vines and other things?"

Qin Mu glanced around the factory, and replied flatly, "Paper mill."

paper mill?

Xu Gongqing frowned slightly, and pondered: "Master, do you want these wood and vines to make paper?"

Qin Mu nodded, "That's right."

As soon as these words came out, everyone around looked at Qin Mu in shock.

This is a bit exaggerated. Who uses so much wood to make paper, if wood can make paper, how can paper be more expensive than gold?

If these words came from other people's mouths, they would just be farting.

But they still had to think more about what Qin Mu said.

But they can be sure of one thing.

If Qin Mu can use this wood to make paper, Mangya Village will add another industry that will promote the rapid development of Datang.

The significance of paper to the development of Datang is really too great.

Everyone was speechless, and began to work intensively under Qin Mu's command.

Although they didn't know why, they were still full of energy. As long as Qin Mu ordered them, they would not hesitate to do anything.

In the paper mill, there are ponds, stoves, drying rooms and other paper-making buildings.

Qin Mu is still following the old path of papermaking, chopping wood and drifting ponds;

It's just that he added some technologies and techniques that he knew and innovated, turning wood into the main raw material for papermaking, and keeping the cost of papermaking to a minimum.

After seven days.

Qin Mu was eating in the mansion in Mangya Village, when Xu Gongqing rushed into the mansion excitedly, "The son-in-law is finished, the son-in-law is finished..."

Shouting and running, alive and well.

"Old Xu, talk slowly about what's going on, don't be in a hurry." Qin Mu said.

Xue Rengui poured a glass of water and handed it to Xu Gongqing.

Xu Gongqing drank it down in one gulp, and said excitedly: "My lord, the paper has been successfully dried and dried. The quality of this paper is even better than the Shu paper that Bashu paid tribute to."

As he spoke, his words were full of excitement and excitement.

The main raw material of Shu paper is the extremely scarce and expensive ivy.

The paper made by Qin Mu uses wood that can be found everywhere. Compared with Shu paper, the advantage of Mangya Village's paper is too great.

This advantage will definitely change the pattern of Datang paper industry.

"Have you successfully dried it?" Qin Mu frowned slightly, the speed was much faster than he had imagined.

"That's right." Xu Gongqing responded excitedly: "Nowadays, some of the people in our village have mastered the art of making paper. As long as the son-in-law gives an order, the paper factory can start production at any time."

Qin Mu put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands, and said in a deep thought: "There is no rush, let's go and see how the quality of this paper is."

For a moment.

Several people came to the paper mill, and sheets of paper that had been dried were being piled up in the storage room of the factory.

"My son-in-law, how about the quality of this paper?" Xu Gongqing stepped forward, picked up a piece of paper and shook it off.

Xue Rengui and Wang Xuance looked at each other, and they both walked forward.

This is so unbelievable that if they hadn't participated in the whole process of papermaking, they couldn't believe it was true.

Qin Mu touched the texture of the paper and nodded in satisfaction. The quality was better than he had imagined, but there were still some small burrs on it, which did not hinder normal use.

Qin Mu turned his head and looked at Xu Gongqing, "Old Xu, it will be very useful for me to move these papers to the nearby workshop."

"Yes, Prince Consort." Xu Gongqing agreed, and turned to look for someone.

Qin Mu led Xue Rengui and Wang Xuance to the workshop next to the paper mill.

There was a printing factory built at the same time as the paper mill.

In the early Tang Dynasty, not to mention movable type printing, even woodblock printing was not invented.

Now the two most common methods are copying and rubbing steles.

The slow development of printing has something to do with the high price of paper. If paper is not popularized, the development of printing will slow down.

But now it is different.

Qin Mu's use of papermaking and movable type printing will directly overturn the rapid development of Datang, and he will also earn a lot of money from it.

In the printing factory, wooden movable types stained with ink are neatly arranged on the board, and what is arranged is the Analects of Confucius.

But every time there is a special symbol in the middle of a few words, it surprises everyone.

That's punctuation.

During this period, there were no punctuation marks in Datang, and sentence segmentation was extremely difficult.

The books Qin Mu intends to print will incorporate punctuation marks into them, which will break the Tang people's perception of books.

Chapter 129: Prince Taishi

Inside the printing workshop.

A piece of paper was printed with typesetting type, and the Analects of Confucius with handwriting and punctuation came out.

"My son-in-law, this printing technique is really amazing." Xu Gongqing picked up a piece of Analects with wet ink and exclaimed.

He is one of the few literate people in this village, and the Analects printed with movable type is clean, neat and clear.

After reading it carefully, Xu Gongqing frowned, looked at Qin Mu doubtfully and said, "The Analects printed by my son-in-law is good everywhere, but the special symbols in it make me really puzzled."

Qin Mu took the paper, browsed it, and said indifferently: "I have an analysis of punctuation marks here, you read it carefully, and after you understand it, you will understand the meaning of these symbols."

"Afterwards, you will be in charge of this printing factory. According to the analysis, add punctuation marks, expand and print books such as the Four Books and Five Classics, and prepare for mass production."

These books are the textbooks prepared by Qin Mu for the academy that will be built soon.

"Okay." Xu Gongqing nodded hurriedly, his eyes revealing a strong thirst for knowledge, "Don't worry, young master, the paper mill and printing factory will start production immediately, and the first batch of books printed by our Mangya Village will come out soon."

Books, colleges, students...

Now, as long as we find some more masters, the college Qin Mu plans to build can be put into teaching.

Chang'an City.

Royal Palace.

Ganlu Temple.

Li Er was sitting in front of the copybook, reviewing the memorial.

"Your Majesty, this is the ginseng tea brought by the Empress." The old eunuch Wang De came in from the outer hall with ginseng tea.

Li Er nodded, put down the memorial, stretched his waist, his face was ruddy.

There have been few disturbances in Datang recently, and he is in a pretty good mood.

Li Er picked up the ginseng tea and blew on the hot air. Just as he was about to drink it, Changsun Wuji suddenly broke in from outside the hall, "Your Majesty, go and have a look, there is another commotion in the East Palace."

"Tsk..." Li Er frowned, and put down the tea cup he had just picked up.

I haven't been in a good mood for a few days, and something happened again.

"Auxiliary machine, what happened to the East Palace and you are so flustered?" Li Er stared at the eldest grandson Wuji and murmured.

"What else can I do?" Changsun Wuji raised his brows angrily, and he was not polite, he sat aside, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.

When no outsiders were around, Changsun Wuji looked very casual in front of Li Er.

"It's about the Third Master of the Eastern Palace again, isn't Chengqian dissatisfied?" Li Er sat next to Changsun Wuji.

Originally, Li Er was responsible for finding a teacher for the prince himself, but Li Chengqian was dissatisfied, and Li Er was annoyed, so he pushed it to the eldest grandson Wuji.

After all, Changsun Wuji is Li Chengqian's biological uncle, and Li Chengqian listens to him a lot on weekdays.

"Where are the three masters?" Changsun Wuji said angrily, "The old minister has invited Lu Deming, Kong Yingda, Yu Zhining, Du Zhenglun, and Wei Zheng respectively. This is already the fifth master."

"Which of these five people is not a great Confucian in the dynasty, full of economics, and rich in learning."

"Especially that Wei Zheng, you know that I have the worst deal with that guy, in order to find him to teach the prince, I put all my old face on, but the prince still refuses."

boom!

Li Er angrily slapped the copybook, and said angrily: "This child is really outrageous, I have spoiled him too much, you don't need to be angry about the auxiliary machine, I will go with you."

"I still don't believe it. This little bastard can turn the world upside down. I want to see what he wants to do."

After saying that, Li Er changed his clothes, and went to the East Palace together with Changsun Wuji.

East Palace.

Prince's study.

Li Chengqian, who was only eight years old, was sitting in front of the desk, holding a book of "The Analects of Confucius" in his hand, and was carefully reading it.

There was still a little sweat in his hands.

Just now Li Chengqian lost his temper with Changsun Wuji, even though he knew it was not good.

For a moment.

Li Er came with his eldest grandson Wuji, opened the door and entered.