Today’s fourth update, there is another chapter at the end. If you think the apprentice’s article is acceptable, please save it sincerely. Also, thank you for the strong suppression brother who stamped the apprentice’s virginity~
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Wen Yuan smiled lightly and said: "There is a saying in the Book of Songs: Give me peaches and give me Qiong Yao in return. Bandits repay, and they will always think it's good. I have never been able to repay Brother Zhen's gift of money and food, so I made paper with this
It's just a matter of expressing one's feelings." Based on the benefits of papermaking alone, in fact Wen Yuan has not thought about it, but compared to these benefits, Wenyuan hopes to tie the Zhen family, a giant in the business world of the late Han Dynasty, to his chariot.
On top of that, not to mention the Zhen family’s business network promotion, the paper can be promoted faster!
Moreover, this paper is not a simple commodity. Zhen Yan may not be able to see it yet, but Wenyuan's previous life was a modern person living 1,800 years later. How could he not know the great significance and far-reaching influence of papermaking?
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Zhen Yan bowed in excitement and shame and said: "Wen Yuan is a humble gentleman, and Zhen Yan is ashamed of herself! I am willing to become life and death friends with Wen Yuan. If Wen Yuan needs anything in the future, just ask, and our Zhen family will do our best."
cope!"
Being able to get such a promise from a businessman, Wen Yuan returned the favor with satisfaction and said, "Thank you so much, Brother Zhen!"
The two discussed some more details. Since the technology provided by Wenyuan was of great importance this time, Zhen Yan immediately decided on a 50-50 split ratio without saying a word. Wenyuan also acted vigorously and immediately had the rice paper perfected by Ying Pottery craftsmen.
The manufacturing method was handed over to Zhen Yan.
Zhen Yan took it solemnly. Only he knew best how valuable the things in his hands were. Saeki paper on the market today is more expensive than gold. If he mastered a cheaper and more advanced papermaking process, his future income would be at least as much as a folding fan.
Times or even dozens of times!
After receiving such a great gift, Zhen Yan no longer has any other thoughts about Wen Yuan. This person has a long-term vision and is not fooled by money. He will definitely be able to achieve great things in the future! If he helps at this time, he may bring great benefits to the Zhen family.
Come to greater glory!
Thinking of this, Zhen Yan said: "Wen Yuan has been promoted to prefect. Zhen Yan is busy with secular affairs and has not yet congratulated him. Today, he will send 50,000 hu of military rations and 10,000 jins of wrought iron as military supplies to express his sincere gratitude."
Wen Yuan declined with his mouth, but secretly laughed in his heart. Now that his status had changed, the treatment he received was indeed different. However, Zhen Yan's suggestion made Wen Yuan think of his previous omissions.
The main currency in this era was the Han five-baht coin. Although horseshoe gold could also be exchanged to make money, it was generally only used as a reward. What's more, today is already a troubled time, with successive years of famine, gold and silver depreciating, and commodity prices soaring. As the saying goes, "having money in hand"
Grain, don't worry." Instead of these yellow and white things that are constantly depreciating and shrinking in value, it is better to hoard more food and supplies.
Wen Yuan immediately discussed with Zhen Yan that he could not pay or pay less money for future dividends, but instead pay the same price for grain and grass.
In a blink of an eye, it was getting late, and Zhen Yan held a banquet in honor of Wen Yuan and his soldiers. The relatives and elders of the clan also came to accompany them. There were also wind music, singing and dancing at the banquet, and the atmosphere was very lively.
Amidst the melodious orchestral sounds, a little girl in the back house of Zhen Mansion, who was no more than 13 or 14 years old, sometimes held her chin in her hands and stared blankly at the front hall. Sometimes she walked back and forth in the house. She seemed to want to walk out of the door several times, but in the end she couldn't.
Stopped.
Her room was elegantly laid out, with many slips placed on the table with the incense burner, and a Yao Qin hanging on the wall.
It's just that she held a poorly made folding fan with a wooden handle in her hand, which was incompatible with the exquisite furnishings in the room. When the folding fan opened and closed, she could occasionally see two vague versions of herself soaked in water on it!
"Damn it...uh no, is he here?"
After three consecutive days of feasting at Zhenjiawu Fort, Zhen Yan was willing to let Wenyuan go. Speaking of which, it had been more than two years since Wenyuan came to this world. He still couldn't accept many of the rules of the ancients. Just like this banquet, many
You can drink it from dusk to dawn. If you just drink a few times like this, three to five days will pass.
In the past, Wen Yuan was just a small person and had few opportunities to have banquets. It didn't matter to him. As his reputation and status increased in the future, it would be really a big deal for Wen Yuan if he still drank like this all night.
Kind of suffering.
The reason for the lengthy banquet was that the alcohol content of this era was too low, not much higher than that of beer. An ordinary person could drink at least a few liters, and there were many who could drink a bucket (2000 ml, four kilograms).
Wen Yuan had thought about trying to make wine before, but the army had been in short supply of food before. Just looking at thousands of mouths to eat was already giving him a huge headache. How could there be any leftover food for wine?
Thinking about the late Han Dynasty novels that Wen Yuan had read in his previous life, almost all the protagonists were god-like beings. No matter what idea he came up with, money and food would roll in and there was no end to it. Once his bastard spirit was revealed, countless famous ministers and generals would
He fell at his feet. Unlike himself, he is now walking on thin ice. He has been living in this era for more than two years. His literary skills are inferior to Tian Feng and Ju Sue, and his martial arts are inferior to Zhang Zha and some second- and third-rate generals. Even these people now have
Tian Feng and Wenyuan visited each other three times. Liu Hui, Zhang Zha, and Qianzhao initially showed little respect to Wen Yuan, let alone Ju Shou. When they first met, they spoke of Zhang Liao's son.
, and also made small reports in front of Han Fu from time to time, and it took him half a year to agree to join him. It was only now that Wen Yuan was promoted to the prefect and became famous, and the difficulty of recruiting talents was slightly reduced.
Thinking of this, Wen Yuan couldn't help but spur himself on: The road is long and long, and I will explore it from top to bottom; the revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard!
But speaking of it, this place is quite close to Changshan. The handsome guy Zhao Yun and Zhao should still be there now. It’s better to go to Changshan to try our luck at this time. Even if we don’t have the legendary bastard spirit, we can meet brother Zilong.
It's okay to look familiar.
When he thought of Zhao Yun, Wen Yuan's mood suddenly became eager. After saying goodbye to Zhen Yan, Wen Yuan immediately turned back to the west and went straight to Changshan Zhending.
It was already August 190. In another year, Zhao Yun would lead the soldiers of Changshan County to respond to Gongsun Zan. Wen Yuan did not want to miss his idol, so as soon as he left Wuji County, he immediately ordered the troops to speed up.
run!
Zhending is the county of Changshan State, but it is relatively close to Xiaquyang and Wuji. The three places are like a triangle, and they are only a hundred miles apart. Wen Yuan galloped on his horse, and in just two hours, he reached the boundary of Zhending.
It’s only thirty miles away from the county town!
But just as he was about to reach the final stage, the sentinel knight who was scouting the way suddenly reported back!
"Report! Report to my lord, Black Mountain thieves were spotted ahead!"
Wen Yuan was sitting and chatting with Ning'er. Hearing this, he immediately got off the carriage and looked in the direction pointed by the sentry rider.