It was about June, and Gu Qing stretched comfortably in the sun, "Old Yang, you are also a middle-aged uncle, why don't you find a wife?"

"I've been vegetarian lately!" Yang Sheng replied.

The weather in June is changing, Gu Qing must make enough paper as soon as possible before this season, and the season does not wait for anyone.

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These days, Li Tai was studying pistols in his mansion every day. After thinking about the piles of parts assembled into a complete pistol. He weighed the weight and the servants in the mansion came to report, "Your Highness, the craftsmen have found it."

Li Tai disassembled the pistol again and said loudly: "Bring everyone in."

More than a dozen craftsmen looked around and walked to Li Tai, bowing and saying, "The Caomin has seen His Highness the King of Wei!"

Li Tai looked at them all, "You are all famous craftsmen in Chang'an. How many things do you need to imitate today's King of Japan?"

"Please say this!" the old craftsman who had been a year old replied.

Li Tai put the box containing the pistol parts in front of them, "It was made all of these things, and it was exactly the same."

Several craftsmen looked up at the parts, dared not say anything, and nodded repeatedly to agree.

The servants left with the craftsmen, and a maid walked out of the mansion and whispered, "Your Highness of Wei, will the Literature Museum be opened today?"

"Don't worry." Li Tai stood up, "Give orders to watch out for these craftsmen! If they make the things, they are not allowed to let go. If they can't make them..."

Halfway through the words, the maid replied again, "I understand."

"Very good!" Li Tai walked out of his mansion and went to the small Taoist temple where Gu Qing was.

The carriage drove all the way to Xiaopo Taoist Temple. Seeing Gu Qing basking in the sun, Li Tai smiled and said, "Your thing is good."

"This thing is called a recliner!" Gu Qing sat up, "How can I make a hand for you."

"Yes!" Li Tai said, "It looks very comfortable."

"That's not." Gu Qing shook the folding fan, "A recliner is always expensive, no second price!"

"Okay!" Li Tai agreed very readily, "Make this thing and send it to my mansion. I will ask the mansion manager to pay you money."

Li Tai said and stared at the fan in Gu Qing's hand again, "This thing is not bad, this fan..."

"Fifty-month!" Gu Qing said again.

After a bitter smile, Li Tai nodded repeatedly, "Okay! I can still afford this little money Xiao Wang."

"His Royal Highness of Wei is so generous that he earned 050 cents in just a few words." Gu Qing said with ease: "Let me go, what's going on."

The spring breeze blew a gust of leaves, and the bamboo forest next to the Taoist temple rustled.

Li Tai spoke, "I want to open a literature museum in my Fu Mansion. I want to invite you to be the guest minister of the first literature museum."

The sun at the end of May is not so harsh. It makes people feel a little hot after being sunk for a long time. Gu Qing thought about the Literature Museum and knew what Li Tai thought. Before Li Shimin took the throne, he opened the Literature Museum and then had the 18th Bachelor of the Qin Palace. The royal family is the royal family after all. As Li Shimin's second son, how could he have no evil thoughts about the Nine Five Lords?

"This literature museum should be responsible for food." Gu Qing thought, "It should be a salary, right?"

"There is no problem in managing food." Li Tai sat beside Gu Qing: "What is salary?"

"That's the one, the one you'll have every month!"

Seeing Gu Qing laughing, Li Tai shuddered and seemed to understand something, "Are you talking about monthly salary?"

Bang!

Gu Qingyi put away the folding fan, "By the way, that's it! Thirty taels of silver a month can't be less!"

"You are really..." Li Tai pointed at Gu Qing and laughed angrily, "You are simply... Gu Qing! What else is there in your eyes except money!"

"Ha! Your Highness, King of Wei, you underestimate me. In addition to money, there are also houses and women!" Gu Qing said seriously, "If Your Highness, King of Wei, send dozens of beautiful and beautiful ladies to serve you, maybe I will obey."

"I..." Li Tai said with a grudge and stomped his feet and said, "I am really..."

Gu Qing looked indifferent, and Li Tai sighed, "Forget it, remember to come to the Literature Museum in early June!"

Seeing that Li Tai was about to leave, Gu Qing hurriedly shouted, "Your Highness, the price can't be lower anymore! Thirty taels, just thirty taels!"

Hearing the sound, Li Tai seemed to speed up and jumped onto his carriage and escaped decisively.

Sun Simiao walked out of the Taoist temple with herbs tinkering with herbs, "You are very close to His Highness the King of Wei."

"It's okay." Gu Qing shook the fan hard.

"The King of Wei is the descendant of the royal family, so you should not get too close!" Sun Simiao said.

"The disciple understands what the master means." Gu Qing lay on the chair with all his backs on his back. "I'm collecting money. Should I collect money or not, a person who wants nothing is often the most feared by the emperor. If Wang Jian hadn't asked for benefits several times, this general might have been killed by the First Emperor when he came back from the war."

"So, if you want something, an emperor often becomes suspicious if he does things for the royal family but does not want any benefits. He doesn't want this, and he doesn't want it, is he trying to be an emperor?"

Sun Simiao narrowed his eyes and looked at Gu Qing, "Do you still know this?"

"That..." The fan in Gu Qing's hand shook faster and faster, "These papers seem to be almost completely drying, so it's time to collect them!"

The appearance of the emperor? The words of Guanzhu Chen echoed again in Sun Simiao's heart. Gu Qing has been watching this boy grow up since he picked it up. Although he loves money, his words and actions are much more mature than ordinary people.

A few days later, on the streets of Chang'an, Gu drove a donkey cart to Chang'an with paper.

"Old Yang, can you stop sitting on my paper? How to sell it if it is crushed?"

Yang Sheng had no intention of moving his butt at all. When he came to the streets of Dongshi, Gu Qing found a place and shouted loudly, "Buy paper, the best new paper, thirty cents a foot!"

"Thirty-month a foot?" Passers-by stopped and were surprised, "Is this paper still sold on rulers? When will it be sold at 60-month a piece of paper be sold at such a low price?"

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In Hanlin Academy, Li Shimin was playing chess with Fang Xuanling. The chess game was full of fighting back and forth. The eunuch hurried over, "Your Majesty! Someone is selling new paper, thirty cents a foot!"

Li Shimin stopped his move, "Thirty-four per foot, who is selling it!"

Fang Xuanling raised his eyebrows and observed Li Shimin's expression. The little eunuch then replied, "It's a small town named Gu Qing. He said it was a new paper, so he bought it one foot."
Chapter completed!