Royal Palace.

As the twelfth lunar month approaches, the earth is covered with snow.

Early that morning, the wind was bleak. A strong green cow pulled a big cart and drove out two long snow marks from the ground and came to the bus mansion of the palace.

The bamboo slips were piled up in the ox cart, and the big green ox was breathing heavily and he couldn't pull it.

Several minor officials were sweating all over and were carrying these bamboo slips to the bus mansion.

During the annual examination, students from all over the country would hand over their recommendation letters to the public car office together, waiting for the court to review. Only after the court reviewed the examination allowed to participate in the assessment held on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

This is obviously a recommendation letter from the senator.

It happened that a young official in his thirties wore a thick jacket came out and saw a cart of bamboo slips. He smiled and said, "Hey, this year's recommendation books are all so quickly? It seems that there are a little more than in previous years!"

Yang Jiang, the top leader of the bus mansion.

The little official blushed and bowed, "Grand of the bus, this is just a "Self-recommendation letter", which I just pulled from the Prince Ping's Mansion... You'd better read it yourself!"

"A letter of recommendation?"

The bus surprised Yang Jiang.

This whole ox cart has at least hundreds of rolls of bamboo slips, enough for hundreds of people to use it. How could it be just a self-recommendation book?

Who can write a self-recommendation book for a cart?

However, he did not dare to neglect the self-recommendation letter drawn from Prince Ping's Mansion and picked up a roll of bamboo slips.

But I saw that a full volume of bamboo slips was used on this volume, with gorgeous words and praises the handsome face of Xiaohunhou.

Compared with the most beautiful man in the Spring and Autumn Period recorded in the Book of Songs, "There is Fusu in the mountains and the Lotus in the sky. If you don't see Zidu, you will see the crazy man."

Yang Jiang was stunned for a while.

Pick up another roll.

This volume, which was widely quoted and scolded King Zhou of Shang, and cursed the playboy since ancient times. Then, compared himself as a little marquis, he spent some money on his own, how frugal he was.

"this...!"

Yang Jiang was dumbfounded and looked at the cart in front of her.

All are Xiao Hunhou's "Self-Recommendation Letters"?

He recognized Xiao Hunhou and had a few friends.

In the past, I only knew Xiao Hunhou’s style as a playboy, but I never knew that his writing style was so majestic!

He has seen someone boasting.

But I have never seen anyone use hundreds of bamboo slips to make every part of his body, without dead corners, boast about everything he has.

How literary is this that I can write these hundreds of bamboo slips in a sleek way?

After reading ten volumes quickly, each volume was different. The variety of editing was completely convinced, and the spirits were admired.

I feel ashamed of myself!

This is an unprecedented feat since the recommendation system of Dachu Chengzheng!

Back then, he wrote a few lines of recommendation, and he had no shame to write more.

Xiaohunhou could write hundreds of rolls of bamboo slips, and could cut them into a wall in Jinling City. If the caravans of bamboo slips were made into bamboo arrows, they could shoot away a wave of thousands of cavalry and Hun soldiers.

Logically, the Gongche Mansion must review every sentence of the recommendation letter to prevent any inappropriate things and inadvertently angering the emperor.

But Yang Jiang was already afraid of this self-recommendation letter and did not dare to review this self-recommendation letter.

He still asked the Prime Minister's Office to review and finally sent the ox cart to the emperor for approval, whether to allow Xiaohunhou to participate in the palace examination.

He quickly instructed the minor official, "Don't move. The public car mansion cannot handle it. Just take this self-recommendation letter to the Prime Minister's Mansion!... Please review it. He is experienced and should know how to deal with this self-recommendation letter."

"Yes, the bus orders!"

The minor officials got the order and took the bamboo slips he had moved into the car with a bitter face and took them to the Prime Minister's Mansion in the palace.

...

Chu Tianxiu was busy making paper. He needed more paper to solve the urgent needs of the thatched cottage.

The hemp paper in the private school must not be moved anymore.

Going to get the paper again, Jia Sheng, an old and sour scholar, must be angry and fight to his death. If he accidentally angers Jia Sheng to death, wouldn’t it become a big stain on his noble moral character when traveling through life!

Besides, there are only more than ten private schools a month, which is not enough.

Hemp paper is of poor quality, but it is also extremely expensive.

He remembered that Cai Lun transformed and invented Cai Hou paper based on hemp paper, which greatly increased the quality of the paper and greatly reduced the cost.

Paper finally completely replaced the bulky bamboo slips, and it has been popular for two thousand years in later generations.

Chu Tianxiu didn't expect to make paper and earn money for himself.

As a son-in-law who comes to the door, he has no private property and does not think about making money.

But the Prince Ping’s Mansion cannot treat him little Hunhou, and always provide him with the lowest standard of living security - paper, and fill the cottages!

"I took some thought to invent the Cai Hou paper? It has good quality and high output. The key is that the price is very cheap. In this way, even if I pile all the toilets in the royal palace full of paper, it will be more than enough. I will never have to worry about going to the cottage in my life."

When Chu Tianxiu thought of this, she immediately made up her mind.

He needed a hemp paper workshop, skilled hemp paper craftsman, to improve the papermaking process.

He immediately called Joo to discuss the papermaking matter.

Joeye knows a lot about hemp paper.

She said that in the hoop lane on Changle Street, there is a skilled craftsman shop, which gathers many craftsmen from various industries. Among them is a small hemp paper workshop, the hemp paper from Pingwang Mansion, which was produced from this workshop.

However, the production of hemp paper in the workshop is very low and is sold in bamboo slip shops. Only nobles in high families will buy them in small quantities and try fresh.

The best way for my son-in-law to make paper is to buy this small workshop directly. With a few craftsmen and a venue, he can make paper by himself.

However, it would probably take a lot of silver to buy a small hemp paper workshop.

It takes at least a few hundred or thousands of taels of silver to buy this small hemp paper workshop. Otherwise, why would the owner of the hemp paper workshop sell the workshop to you?!

It's silver!

Chu Tianxiu immediately had a headache.

He not only wanted to buy a small hemp paper workshop, but also expanded it into a large-scale paper workshop.

This requires a large piece of open space, a group of skilled craftsmen who master the technology of making hemp paper, and a batch of papermaking tools - in the final analysis, it is a large sum of silver to accomplish this.

It is necessary to invest thousands of taels of silver to upgrade the papermaking process, build larger workshops, purchase raw materials for papermaking, and expand production scale.

But where does this money come from?

If it were Xiao Hunhou who had spent money on the past, tens of thousands of taels of silver were wasted, and he would not have had to worry about the expenses of these thousands of taels of silver. But for him, who was a son-in-law, it became a big problem.

He has no "doll".

In ancient times, when women came to their homes, they would bring some dowry, which was considered a private fortune that the woman used by herself, and the man's family should not use it.

Some son-in-law come to the door and sometimes bring some personal wealth.

But the Hunhou Mansion was silent, and the old Hunhou knocked him out with a stick and sent him to the Pingwang Mansion, but he had no money on his body.

The last two copper plates for her use in the girl Zuer's pocket were also replaced with a glass of cold wine and drank them.

The money from this workshop can only be paid for the royal palace.

After thinking about it, Chu Tianxiu could only ask Zuer to find the Chief Qian, who was in charge of the Prince Ping's Mansion, and ask him to give out three or five thousand taels of silver from the Prince's Mansion's account.
Chapter completed!