Near October, the last ray of hot wind in summer dissipated, and the earth became a little desolate. The autumn wind blew, and the slightly yellowed leaves danced. With the melancholy and anxiety in my heart, Liu Yan drove back to the country of Fengchuan.

On the way, two thoughts in his mind were fighting and fighting violently, as if he wanted to divide his head into two halves, feeling upset.

One is to confess, directly explain the facts to King Chuan, and bear the punishment and the consequences to be faced.

One is to be lucky, not talk about anything, and take it as nothing.

It is said that Wei Wan is kind-hearted and cautious. She has almost never offended others for so many years as an official. This time she will probably not argue with others like before.

But if Wei Wan comes true, if he directly submits a memorial to the emperor and asks for guilt, the fact is right in front of him, and King Fengchuan will not even have the chance to save him.

When I went out, I was full of energy and was full of energy, and I wished I could ride a gold and silver cart to fly into the sky and become a heron eagle soaring in the sky.

When I returned home, I was depressed and discouraged, like the eggplant beaten by frost, wilted.

But Liu Buhai is not as worried as he is.

When I first heard that Wei Wan was famous, Liu Buhai was also very scared. After all, the emperor issued an edict that the chariots must be consistent with their identity. You will commit crimes against the wind. As the censor, Wei Wan will definitely treat him as a typical example to seek credit from the emperor.

But halfway through the way, he suddenly remembered that his father, King Hejian and Wei Wan had a close relationship and had a great friendship.

"Records of the Grand Historian: Biography of Zhang Shu, Wan Shi," said: The man was condemned and often punished him and did not fight with him. If he had merit, he would often let him be the general. The emperor thought he was honest and loyal, so he appointed Wan as the tutor of the King of Hejian.

Wei Wan was the teacher of his father, Hejian Wang, in his early years. Although many years have passed, Wei Wan has also changed from being a young man to a popular powerful official in the Han Dynasty. But the old love should still be there, right?

Thinking of this, Liu Bulai rushed back to Hejian Kingdom and immediately ran to Rihua Palace to ask for help from his father Liu De.

Rihua Palace was built by Liu De. This is a book collector. The purpose of building this palace is to seek books, recruit talents, organize ancient books, and carry out academic research. It has become a Confucian research center for the Han Dynasty. There are 800 Confucian scholars, all of whom come here to read books.

He was wearing a long blue robe with long hair neatly tied over his head, and was wrapped in a delicate white jade crown. His handsome face looked as gentle as jade under the rays of sunlight from the top of the palace. His slender and clean hands were tidying up the classics on the bookcase. His seriousness and Confucian temperament were intoxicating.

If Han Yan was here, he would be amazed. Damn, if I had Liu De's appearance and temperament, I would definitely be able to kill any star or internet celebrity in seconds...

"Aweng." Liu Bulai didn't bother to respond to the Confucian scholars who saluted him in the palace and hurried in.

"What kind of style?" Liu De didn't look at him, but stood quietly beside the bookcase, holding the "Zuo Zhuan" he had just copied again, as if he was wondering which category it should be classified.

"Aweng, help..." Liu Bulai was so sad that he kowtowed his head on his body and began to cry miserably. The Confucian scholars in the palace were frequently attracted by the attention of the Confucian scholars. Most of them were just a glance from the corner of their eyes and quickly left the palace. Do not look at it or listen to it.

Liu De ignored it and just put the Zuo Zhuan into the bookcase, took out a bamboo slip, and flipped through it and said, "The Analects of Confucius* Township Party says that Confucius' friend died and no relatives restrained him. Confucius said that I will hold the funeral."

After saying it with a profound meaning, he ignored it. He took the bamboo slips and walked towards the middle of the palace, where rows of straw mats were placed side by side, with the pompous appearance of Jixia school officials sitting and discussing. He casually found a mat, tidy up his clothes, picked up his robe, and began to read the bamboo slips carefully.

Liu Bulai was stunned. Although he knew that his father was a naive person, loved books as much as his life, and often played the mysterious trick of "I am very knowledgeable", he never thought that your legitimate son would cause a big disaster and you were still so calm?

"Aweng, you want to save me." Liu Bulai bowed his head deeply, and cried with sad voices against the ground.

He was really crying. He thought that if his father didn't help him, Wei Wan would definitely report to the emperor, and the consequences were unbearable. At the least, he would be beheaded, and at the worst, he would break the car. In the more serious cases, he could even exaggerate this matter and say that it was a temptation to rebel and want to be the emperor. Otherwise, why would you do on a gold and silver cart? You would still be racing on the emperor's road.

Liu De was unmoved, but just calmly reminded: "Why is Confucius' friend dead? He held a funeral for his friend?"

"..." Liu Buli snot and tears, and the more he thought about it, the more he became more and more afraid. He didn't have the heart to think about your nonsense, and said directly: "I don't know."

Liu De put down the bamboo slips and faced Liu Bulai who was kneeling on the ground. His face was still gentle, saying, "Because Confucius is responsible. Although you have no hair tied and are still young, you are also a person who dares to sit on the emperor's frame. If you cause trouble, you have to learn to bear it, rather than crying with me."

"Ahon, the child can't bear it."

"Oh?" Liu De was stunned and finally couldn't hold on to his airs.

The atmosphere of the entire Rihua Palace suddenly solidified, like the Dead Sea. A strong wind suddenly blew up outside the palace. The wind wrapped around the broken branches and leaves and hazy dust and rubbed the ground. It whirled over the ground for a while and suddenly rushed into the palace, blowing into a mess, with dust scattering all over the sky, like doomsday.

Liu Buhai felt something collapsed in his heart. The wind blew up his long loose hair and poured it into his sweaty neck, making him feel very cold.

"Ahon, it's not that serious. I'm offending an acquaintance. You have an old friend. As long as you come forward to mediate, he will definitely not pursue my sins."

"Who is it?"

"Censor, Wei Wan."

"He saw you in a gold and silver cart?"

"This..." Liu Buhe raised his head and looked at his father and said, "He also drove on the road dedicated to His Majesty, and then splashed Wei Wan's carriage in mud, dirting his black flag..."

"..." Liu De breathed suffocated, and was anxious. He suddenly picked up the bamboo slips on the desk, rolled them into a roll, and slapped them hard on the back of Liu Bulai's head.

"Dog courage! Dog courage! Dog courage..."

Liu Buli was sobbing that his head was pounding, he stuck his neck and insisted on his only temper, trying to endure the severe pain from his head.

After a while of slapping, Liu De finally got tired. He angrily slapped the bamboo slips on the desk table. He was still unhappy and cursed again. He then said: "Before, Lian Po, took the thorns and apologized for guilt, and later, King Liu Wu of Liang assassinated the court minister and apologized for guilt to his father. Today I want to follow them and apologize to the teacher. I have no choice but to teach my children and raise you, a villain."

After a pause, he saw that Liu Buli was still kneeling and didn't understand. He kicked him up, and his voice was like a lion's roar: "Why don't you go and carry a thorn for me?"

"Here..." Liu Buhe was so scared that he urinated and rolled out of the palace.

...

Urgentism is a matter of being big or small. If you say that you are "intentionally" and you can exaggerate the matter and say that it is a rebellion.

If you use "unintentional" to describe things as unintentional mistakes, you can use other excuses to help you get rid of the situation.

The law is dead, and people are alive. The intensity of execution depends on the mood of others.

Han said that he did not see Liu Yan and Liu Buhai at the finish line of the racing car. After thinking a little, he knew that these two people might have understood that they had caused trouble.

After all, Wei Wan's bus is so obvious on the road, even if you concentrate on driving the horse, there will always be a glance out of the corner of your eyes.

The three-monarch's carriage of the current dynasty was splashed with mud, and the censor himself was washed with the sludge, tsk...

Thinking of this, Han really couldn't hide his gloom.

Gonggaohou Kingdom.

A leaf falls and the world knows autumn. Yellowed leaves dance in the bleak autumn wind, bringing rays of breeze to the people working under the ancient city walls.

The sun sets, and the autumn sun standing on the top of the mountain is like a mighty war god, shaking off the blood-stained battle robe, splashing in the grass, seeping into the Zhang River, with countless ripples, and whimpering towards the end of the sight.

Working at sunrise and resting at sunset is the living habit of the Han people. When Carpenter and others saw the sunset, they quickly packed up their tools and wanted to go home before dark.

Keel water trucks were launched, but each water truck could only irrigate six or seven hundred acres of fields along the river. Han Tuidang's private fields were not just that, so the carpenter couldn't get idle.

Making paper is a chore. Han Yan's first piece of paper was successful very early, but the color of the paper is no different from that of wood. It is painted black and has a rough surface. Although it can also be written with a brush, the dipping effect is not good. I have a long way to go to create white paper from later generations.

In the feudal era, there was no bleaching agent, so he could only use sun bleaching. Han Yan calculated that the production cycle was expected to take about one year, so he had to use inferior paper first.

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw smoke and dust filling the end of the wilderness, and two rapidly running black dots approached quickly. Only when I got closer did I see clearly that they were two dark horses.

The driver was wearing a silk brocade robe that was obviously smaller. The mud on his head had penetrated into the hair roots. The black mud wrapped around his hair and was dry and solidified into a ball, emitting a odor. His face was covered with impure black stains, which was so embarrassing...

Han Yan covered the sun with his hands, looked at it intently, and said to himself, "Good, isn't this my cheap teacher Wei Wan? Why did it happen like this?"

When Han Yan saw that the visitor was him, he moved his heart and instantly understood the cause and effect. The minister sent by the emperor to check the dragon bone water wheel was Wei Wan...

"Han Yan greets the teacher." He stood under the city wall, pressed his left hand and hid it in his sleeve, raised his hand and raised his forehead, bowed ninety degrees before getting up, and at the same time he followed his eyebrows again, and then put it down.

"Hmph." Wei Wan was in a very bad mood and didn't bother to pay attention. She just snorted coldly, glanced at the simple workshop under the city wall, then whipped her horse and walked into the city, and first found a wine house to clean up the filth.

There were soldiers waiting at the city gate. We should have asked Wei Wan to show the message before we could enter the door, but when we saw him driving Han Yan's carriage, he looked like I was very awesome. He looked at each other and didn't dare to stop him.

Wei Wan was unhappy. Han Yan would not touch his brows. He just finished his work slowly, sorted out the papermaking tools, and chatted with Carpenter Li slowly back to the city.

"Criminal Yan, most of the fiefs of the Marquis are on the banks of the river. I calculated that I had to build about five keel waterwheels."

"Your Majesty has sent the minister to inspect our water truck, and you will be responsible for explaining it at that time." After a pause, you said, "Did you often observe my pulp and papermaking during this period? Do you see any tricks?"

"The Prince Isn't seem to be very satisfied with the paper. I guess the paper should be too rough and it's a bit difficult to write on it."

"Yes, what I want is white paper and rice paper, but our manufacturing process has problems and the technology needs to be improved. From tomorrow on, you put down the work of the keel water wheel and let others do it. Come and help me study the paper. When you master the essence, I will hand over this work to you."

"This..." Carpenter Li paused and quickly followed Han Yan's footsteps. He knew in his heart that this was a heavy responsibility, and even handed over a money tree to him.

In fact, the great man had paper for a long time, mainly made of hemp. It is said that it had to go through cutting, steaming, pounding and copying processes. The manufacturing process was quite low, resulting in extremely low paper output, which was specially used by emperors and nobles. The paper on the market was expensive, comparable to gold.

If you can make white paper and rice paper, it would be a small matter to get a huge amount of money. When you think of such a big project, Li Carpenter felt a little trembling in his heart...

"Is there any problem?" Han Yan turned his head and asked when he saw that he did not reply.

"Thank you, Prince Yan, for your attention." Carpenter Kara was very nervous.

"These small money is used to settle the family, improve life, and follow me, and you will never be able to enjoy the glory and wealth in the future." Han Yan took out a handful of golden pills from the middle of his collar, handed them out, and walked towards the Gonggao Marquis' Mansion without looking back. The gracefulness and the tyranny of spending money made Carpenter Li fascinated and fascinated.

In the room, Xier had prepared supper, millet porridge, steamed cakes, eggs, and rare beef.

Recently, a cow died in the Gonggao Marquis State. The people must first report to the government, and the county will inspect it and then hand over the dead cow. The cow will be transported directly to the Gonggao Marquis Mansion, and Han Tui will pay for it as a payment, and then the government will issue a new cow to replenish the people.

Therefore, most people cannot see beef at all. If you don’t have a title or official position, even if you are rich, your living standards will not be improved.

Before the meal, Han Yan thought about it. The ancients said that etiquette was the first priority. When Wei Wan came, she had to entertain her family as a disciple, otherwise some people would say that you are rude villagers and do not be polite.

"I asked someone to help me invite Wei Wan, and I said that my disciple Han Yan held a banquet at home and asked the teacher to enjoy the scenery."

"Here." Xier saluted and went out.

After a while, the escort of the Hou Mansion came to report that Wei Wan had something to say, but no one saw him.

Han Yan felt relieved now and picked up the millet porridge and took a sip. The porridge was very irritating and there was a lot of dirt inside.

In ancient times, it was not easy to clean the rice. I had to put the millet in a stone mortar, first remove the shell, and then sift and filter it over and over again. The pestle is quite heavy, so there is a punishment called pounding.

The same is true for steamed cakes, which are so rough that they just took a few bites. While chewing, Han Yan was stunned.

Xier stood beside him, and most of the time he lowered his head. He was kneeling, so he could detect Xier's expression and eyes.

Maybe the beef tastes too fragrant, and Xier's throat often has saliva floating from top to bottom, and her eyes are also dazed. Occasionally, she carefully glances at the steaming beef legs from the corner of her eyes, and then quickly lowers her eyebrows and tries to cover up her greed.

Han Yan was laughing at the sight and deliberately picked up the beef legs and chewed them. Although the taste was very bad, it was not fragrant except for the salty and salty taste. But when I returned to the big man, it would be nice to have beef.

"Gurgle..." I don't know whether my stomach sounds or my throat sounds, and a clear cry came from Xier, echoing in the empty room.

Han Yan's mouth was chewing and paused after hearing the sound, and then he started to whine again. Until he had almost gnawed half of the lemon, only a little shredded meat sticking to the ox bones was left. Then he put the bones on the plate and ordered, "Check it."

"Here." Xier cleaned the desk immediately, as if there were wolves chasing him, so that he could hide his guilt and embarrassment.

Just as Xier was carrying a plate and was about to go out, Han Yan said again: "I'll go to the toilet and I won't come back for a while. Please help me tidy up the room."

"Here." Xier answered.

When Han Yan left the door, she tidied up the bed as quickly as possible, cleaned the floor, then covered the door, and hid behind the door with a plate.
Chapter completed!