The next day.
After the brief court meeting.
Li Shimin took a group of princes and ministers of third rank and above to the Ancestral Temple in the palace.
The Tang Dynasty has conquered two new countries. This is such a great news that we should tell our ancestors a little.
Worship the Ancestral Temple.
It is a solemn and serious matter.
After the whole worship activity, a whole day has passed.
"Hey, I'm so tired."
On the way back to the mansion, Wang Jian lay in the carriage and sighed helplessly.
In the past few days when Ban Shi returned to the court, he was even more tired than when he was fighting in Tuyuhun and Tubo.
Especially during the sacrifice held today, he and the other third-rank ministers hardly spoke.
Instead, he watched Li Shimin and the princes perform throughout the whole process.
When Wang Jian dragged his tired body back to the Korean mansion, Han Xuelian, who was sitting under the tree in the front yard reading a book, quickly came up to him.
"Master, are you exhausted after a long day of work?"
As she spoke, Han Xuelian helped Wang Jian to the rocking chair at the bottom of the tree and asked him to sit down slowly.
"It's so comfortable!"
Wang Jian lay on the rocking chair and stretched his waist, feeling that his limbs were all clear.
Han Xuelian had a touch of heartache on her face, and then she sat on the small stone bench behind Wang Jian and gently rubbed his temples.
While massaging her acupuncture points, she explained about Majiazhuang's industries.
"Sir, the walls of the new paper mill in Chang'an have been built. Uncle Changshou said that paper production will be officially started in two months. "
"The Zhenguan plow in Chang'an can only sell 5,000 sheets per day. According to the agents, it is now sold in Jiangnan. "It's almost done."
"Majiazhuang rice paper is still in short supply, and those who have placed orders now have been waiting until the end of the year for delivery."
"..."
Wang Jian just closed his eyes and rested his mind, quietly listening to Han Xuelian's words.
Wang Jian had already predicted the sharp drop in sales of Zhenguan plows.
Because in addition to Changan producing Zhenguan plows, Majiazhuang also produces Zhenguan plows.
Moreover, plows are different from daily necessities. If you buy a plow and repair it, you can use it for ten or eight years.
What really makes money continuously is Zhenguan paper.
For literati, paper consumption is very fast.
Moreover, now that Wang Jian has revolutionized printing technology, the imperial court will also increase the printing of various books, and the paper will not have to worry about selling.
Wang Jian even had a hunch that even if the paper mill in Chang'an opened, there would still not be enough paper.
At this time, Wang Tianwu, who worked in the Tuntian Division, came over.
Wang Tianwu first nodded to Han Xuelian, then respectfully said to Wang Jian, cupping his fists.
"Master."
Hearing the familiar voice, Wang Jian opened his eyes, took a look, and then said with a smile.
"Tianwu, your kid has been in the Tuntian Division for a while and has lost a lot of weight!"
"Why, is life there hard?"
After hearing Wang Jian's words, Wang Tianwu's face was stunned, and he quickly waved his hands and said.
"Master, I eat well and drink well in Tuntian Division, and my life is very comfortable."
"Because I have been tending sweet potatoes in the fields recently, and the sun has been extremely strong, so I have to dry them. It looks like this."
Wang Jian straightened up slightly when he heard Wang Tianwu mention the sweet potato.
Since Yuan Zheng was recalled by Li Shimin, he has been busy preparing for the war, and then unified the army to go to war.
He was not responsible for directing the important matter of sweet potato breeding.
I don’t know whether Wang Tianwu and Wei Chengshu, a field member, have arranged the sweet potato breeding work well.
So Wang Jian asked with some concern: "Tianwu, how are you doing with sweet potato breeding? How is it growing now?"
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Wang Tianwu said softly: "Sir, I just came here to report on the breeding situation of sweet potatoes."
He swallowed, cleared his throat and began to report.
"In mid-March, we have cultivated sweet potato seeds on the crop land in Beiyuan, and all the sweet potato seeds have been cultivated using the methods you taught."
"The weather has been good this year, and the sweet potato seeds have been cultivated. The growth is very good.”
“The sweet potatoes can be transplanted into the ground next month.”
After two years of breeding, the number of sweet potatoes is now very large.
According to this year’s breeding situation, thousands of acres of land should be planted in the second breeding season in the second half of the year.
Wait until next year, sweet potatoes can also be taken to various states and counties for cultivation and planting.
Wang Jian nodded and said, "Well done, you can take me to the sweet potato field tomorrow to take a look."
As the most important artifact at present, sweet potato is a matter of whether the people will Will continue to be hungry, Wang Jian has to be cautious.
Moreover, Wang Tianwu only studied with him for a while, and he doesn’t know how well he has mastered it.
Wang Tianwu said respectfully: "Okay, sir, I will be well prepared tomorrow."
After talking about business, Wang Jian lay down on the rocking chair comfortably again.
"Tian Wu, what do you think of the new people from the Tuntian Division?"
"Master, they are all honest people and work hard."
"That's good. "
Wang Jian nodded with confidence.
Wei Dabi, Zhang Mugua, Lu Dayin and other members of the Farming Division were all taken by Wang Jian to serve as Censors of the Farming Division. .
The new group of people in the Tuntian Division were recommended by Wei Dabi and his gang.
The two chatted for a few more words, and then Wang Tianwu left. Leave.
Coincidentally, as soon as Wang Tianwu walked out of the mansion, Wang Tianer came over.
"Master. "
Wang Tianer shouted from a distance, and saw him walking in quickly.
"Master, I miss you so much! "
Hearing Wang Tianer's words, Wang Jian couldn't help but rolled his eyes.
Why are these words so familiar?
Wang Tianer got straight to the point: "Master, I'm here to report to you on the construction progress of the printing plant. ”
“With the full efforts of the general supervisor, the walls of the printing factory have been completed, and now we are decorating them inside. ”
“According to the progress, it is expected to be officially put into use in mid-October. ”
Wang Tianer is the head of the printing workshop. He holds an official position on the seventh rank and will be responsible for the specific operation of the printing workshop in the future.
It can be said that Wang Tianer is now a minor official. Heavy.
In the future, he will control the printing books of the Tang Dynasty, which will be the cultural lifeblood of the Tang Dynasty.
Wang Jian said with a smile: "Tian Er, don't look at you. Nowadays, official positions are not big, and the things they are responsible for are very important. ”
“You have firmly rooted me in this position. If you want to be promoted in the future, I will promote you.” "
Hearing Wang Jian's words, Wang Tianer saluted in surprise.
"Thank you for the promotion, sir. "
The two chatted for a while again, and Wang Tianer left happily.
After a while, Wang Tiansi, Yu Shinan, Kong Yingda, Cheng Chumo, Yuchi Baoqi and Fang Yiai and others came over in turn.
Especially the three swordsmen, they came here just for the meal.
And when they went back, they came one after another. Bao carried the vegetables back.
Wang Jian said helplessly: "These bandits. "
Han Xuelian smiled and said: "Master, as soon as you came back, the mansion instantly became crowded. "
"In the past few months when you were on the expedition, except for my sister who came over occasionally, no one else was seen. ”