The next day.
While Wang Jian was waiting to go to court at the entrance of Tai Chi Hall, he saw Wang Gui and Cui Yixuan coming together.
"Huh!"
They saw Wang Jian leaning on the pillar, snorted and walked to the other side.
Yesterday they were at home reflecting on why they had fallen into the hands of this kid over and over again.
Later, I came to the conclusion that this kid is poisonous and should not be messed with again.
Maybe both of them have lost their official hats.
Today’s court meeting was as dull as ever.
The only thing that can arouse the interest of all officials is Li Shimin's reward for Wang Jian.
From the sixth rank of Wu Sanguan, Zhaowu Xiaowei.
Although he is a military official, he only has a title but no troops.
But if Wang Jian performs meritorious service again, your Majesty will suddenly give him the title of general with real power?
All the officials were envious and jealous of Wang Jian's speed in appointing officials.
But when it came to the martial arts competition, they asked themselves that they could not make Li Shimin happy.
After retreating from the court.
Li Shimin called Wang Jian to Ganlu Hall again.
Also called over was Cheng Yaojin.
"Your Majesty, this is what Wei Chen conceived yesterday, about the process of the martial arts competition."
Wang Jian handed the rice paper filled with words to Wang De, and he presented it To Li Shimin.
This is a copy he made again last night with Ma Chengcai. Ever since Ma Chengcai fell in love with dancing with swords and sticks, his handwriting is no longer as good as before.
When Li Shimin received the rice paper, he felt that the paper was a little slippery in his hands, so he looked at it curiously.
"Wang Aiqing, is this the rice paper produced in Majiazhuang?"
When Li Chengqian and Fang Xuanling went to Majiazhuang to dig the sacred sweet potato, they brought back two large piles of extremely high quality. The rice paper was the best and most of it was given to him.
The paper handed over by Wang Jian looks whiter and flawless, and its thickness and flexibility have been improved.
"Yes, Your Majesty, this is rice paper produced with the latest technology in Majiazhuang." Wang Jian nodded and replied.
"When can rice paper of this quality be mass-produced?" Li Shimin raised his head and looked at Wang Jian.
Wang Jian quickly came up with the answer based on his estimation of the construction and production speed of the paper mill.
"It is expected to be officially produced in the middle of the year, and tens of millions of sheets of paper can be produced in the second half of the year."
"Not bad!" Li Shimin said with satisfaction.
Then he looked at the contents on the rice paper carefully.
Being left aside, Cheng Yaojin turned his grief and anger into appetite and kept stuffing snacks into his mouth.
Half a quarter of an hour later.
Li Shimin also completed the process of setting up the martial arts competition.
Because Wang Jian wrote itIt was very detailed, and when Li Shimin was browsing it, he had a clear picture in his mind.
"Wang Aiqing, this martial arts competition is well written." Li Shimin praised Wang Jian again, and then said to Cheng Yaojin, "Let's take a look at it, too."
Wang De He was very good at observing words and expressions. As soon as Li Shimin finished speaking, he quickly handed the rice paper to Cheng Yaojin.
Cheng Yaojin came from a family of eunuchs, so he was naturally literate.
He raised the rice paper and browsed it quickly.
When he saw the end, his eyes widened suddenly.
"Wang Jian, why is Li Jing the examiner of the military formation deduction!"
How outrageous!
He is the mighty General Youwuwei, the initiator of the martial arts competition, but he can't even get a position as examiner?
Wang Jian put away the smile on his face and said with a serious face, cupping his fists towards Cheng Yaojin.
"General Cheng, does your son Cheng Chumo want to participate in the first martial arts competition?"
Isn't that nonsense?
Cheng Chumo refused to participate. He asked what the meaning of this martial arts competition was.
"Chu Mo must definitely participate. If he doesn't open up new territories for His Majesty, what's the point of practicing martial arts hard?" Cheng Yaojin said, patting his chest.
Cheng Yaojin spoke so nicely that Li Shimin nodded repeatedly.
The consciousness of the beloved general is extraordinary, and he always thinks about him.
"Since Cheng Chumo is participating, it is not appropriate for you, General Cheng, to be the examiner." Wang Jian said with a smile.
Seeing Cheng Yaojin’s dark face, he then explained to him, “If Chumo wins the first place, it will easily be rumored that General Cheng leaked the news in advance.”
“Cheng Chumo I admire him very much for his strength. If someone talks about him behind his back because of his father's relationship, he will win the competition because of his relationship."
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Having said this, Wang Jian did not continue.
Because Cheng Yaojin’s face showed an expression of sudden realization.
"Wang Jian, it's because I, the old man Cheng, who is jealous of a gentleman's heart, wrongly blamed you." Cheng Yaojin didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional.
He walked up to Wang Jian with an apologetic look, raised his big hand with a cattail leaf fan, and wanted to pat Wang Jian on the shoulder.
Wang Jian stepped back, just in time to avoid Cheng Yaojin's big hand.
"General Cheng, you're welcome. Chu Mo and I are also brothers."
Wang Jian looked at Cheng Yaojin's palm and slapped it quickly, the force was not weak at all.
As he spoke, he quietly pulled back some distance.
Cheng Yaojin is a petty person who reports any grievances on the spot.
If he slapped me like this, there would probably be five finger marks on my shoulder.
Cheng YaoJin missed the blow without any embarrassment and kept a smile on his face.
"Wang Aiqing, when do you think it is more appropriate to hold the first martial arts competition?" Li Shimin asked Wang Jian for his opinion.
While Li Shimin was talking to Wang Jian, Cheng Yaojin didn't mess around and sat back on the chair behind him honestly.
"After the poetry meeting is over." Wang Jian thought for a moment before answering.
The current Poetry Fair is the highlight, and everyone’s eyes are focused on it, so it is not suitable for making other big moves.
"Li Jing will not return to Chang'an until May. How will the military formation drill be held?" Li Shimin asked.
Wang Jian stood up and raised his hands.
"Your Majesty, you can hold an arena competition first. The participants are open to the Sixteenth Guards in the army, as well as the soldiers and people of Chang'an City."
"The selection of the Sixteenth Guards is very simple. , each guard will select a certain number of people for the final competition."
"As for the number of people selected for each guard, it will be decided by His Majesty and the generals."
Wang Jian paused for a moment, waiting for them to finish digesting, before continuing.
"For the selection of civilians, a stage can be set up in a densely populated place such as Dongshi Hepingkangfang."
"Each stage will send several people with certain abilities. As long as someone persists under the ring leader for a certain number of rounds, they can enter the semi-finals."
"As for how many ring leaders will be sent to each ring and their specific strength, it will be decided by General Cheng. The decision is the most suitable."
After Wang Jian finished speaking, he handed over his hand to Cheng Yaojin who looked unhappy.
Cheng Yaojin looks dissatisfied now. We need to find something for him to do so that he can have some sense of participation.
Sure enough, I heard Wang Jian’s last words.
Cheng Yaojin stood up excitedly, patted his chest and assured Li Shimin.
"Your Majesty, I, Old Cheng, will do a good job in choosing the champion."
"Okay, that's it for the time being." Li Shimin made the final decision.
For more specific content, it is most appropriate to leave it to Fang Xuanling and the generals. After all, Wang Jian does not know much about the military personnel.
Li Shimin looked at Wang Jian with satisfaction.
Every time I call him to discuss matters, he can come up with solutions and they are all adopted.
This kind of efficiency reminded him of the Qin Palace period.
At that time, the emperor and his ministers were united in their efforts, and the efficiency was extremely high.
Leave the Manna Hall.
Wang Jian immediately went to the Ministry of Rites to find Doulu Kuan, the Minister of Rites.
"Master Dou, I have something to ask you." Wang Jian knocked on the door with a smile on his face.
Doulu Kuan, who was handling official duties, looked up and saw that it was the current celebrity Wang Jian.
"Come in quickly."Lu Kuan motioned to Wang Jian without any airs.
After Wang Jian sat down, Dou Lukuan asked doubtfully, "Wang Xianhou came to see me today. Do you have anything to do?"
Although Wang Jian was in the Ministry of Rites, His Majesty I emphasized to him during the court meeting that I could not assign tasks to Wang Jian.
In the Ministry of Rites, Wang Jian can come and leave whenever he wants.
"Master Dou, does it cost a lot to hold a poetry meeting?" Wang Jian sat down and said with a smile.
Doulu Kuan also had a headache about money, shaking his head and stroking his beard.
"This year's poetry festival is particularly grand, and it will cost a lot of money."
"Besides, the treasury is empty now, and there is not much money allocated. It is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice." Doulu Kuan sighed.
Wang Jian took out a piece of rice paper produced in Majiazhuang and placed it in front of Doulukuan.
"Dou Shangshu, I will provide all the paper needed for the poetry meeting!"
Dou Lu Kuan was overjoyed, but he did not expect that Wang Jian was still a boy who scattered money.
Someone gave me money, so there was nothing to hesitate about, so I readily agreed immediately.