Han Yan has been ill for more than a few months, and his life is dark and he feels uncomfortable in bed. For a long time, he feels that he may die of illness.

Because the medical level of the Han Dynasty was very primitive... Imperial doctors couldn't cure it, so people pinned their hopes on the witch gods. They used all the tricks of ghosts and monsters on you, drinking talisman water, hanging magic swords at the bedside, putting broken soil in the tea, etc. In the end, if it weren't for the prescription "Compendium of Materia Medica" delivered from the Ming Empire, Han Yan might have died.

I almost died of "Compendium of Materia Medica" after traveling through time, but it was still the one who saved my life at critical moments. I have to say that this is quite interesting.

At the end of July, there was a solar eclipse. This vision of the ancients was considered an ominous sign. The solar eclipse occurred because the will of God was warning the king. On this day, the Han people would knock on the door and beat drums to pray that the sun would reunite as soon as possible. The sounds gathered together, and the entire Chang'an City was shaking.

According to the ancient book "Easy Town Hall", whenever a solar eclipse occurs, the emperor will not do morning court in the main hall, but will go to the small hall next to the side hall to conduct morning court, and everything will be simple.

Emperor Jing of Han was getting worse and worse. He had completely given up his court affairs and delegated the emperor's rights to ministers. If there was no important thing, he would not have been on court once a month.

During this solar eclipse, the emperor blamed the mistake on Prime Minister Liu She's unruly ruled the country, took the opportunity to remove him from his post, and appointed Censor Wei Wan as the new prime minister, feudal marquis, and a high-ranking minister, laying the most important preparatory for Crown Prince Liu Che to succeed to the throne.

After recovering from the serious illness, the first thing Han Yan had to do was to go out for a walk, and he almost suffocated to death in the past three months.

"Criminal, you have to wear more clothes."

Xier held a fox fur cloak in her hand and followed her to persuade her step by step, but Han Yan didn't wear it and rolled her eyes, "It's July, the hot summer, look at the sun in the sky, it's all the flowers and plants... I'm wearing it so thick, I'm sick."

"But your cold has just been cured, so you have to pay attention to your health." Xier covered her eyebrows and looked at the scorching sun with her hands, then looked at Han Yan's thin body, and decided to wear it thicker, so that she would not look so thin.

Han Erdan followed behind her, wearing a shirtless shirt that was full of muscles and strong as a cow.

The pig led the carriage, holding grass in his mouth, humming a small song, and was in a good mood. Yesterday, he finally negotiated the last property in the county under Chang'an, so that Han Yan's industry could be spread all over Chang'an. Although it is not clear why the master is keen on real estate, someone will always take care of buying so many houses. I will not let him go...

The four masters and servants left the prince's uterus and headed all the way to the market.

This trip is not for fun. Han Yan received a letter from his grandfather a few days ago. The paper in Gonggao Hou Kingdom was in a sluggish stage, with huge output, but it could not be sold. Some people were engaged in vicious competition.

At present, elm paper has been completely popular in the Han Dynasty, and is cheap and can be used by ordinary wealthy families.

In terms of shipment, the Chang'an Papermaking Department mainly monopolizes the paper orders around Chang'an and used by the princes.

There is also Luoyang, where the paper used by the people comes from. It is said that a wealthy family recruits refugees. In just half a year, a thousand-person workshop was developed to make paper. With the help of Luoyang City's prosperous business and sales channels that can lead to the whole country, it made a fortune and became rich. Its degree is comparable to that of the iron-smelting families such as Zhuo Wangsun.

Then there is the Gonggao Marquis Kingdom, the birthplace of elm paper. However, Han Tuidang has a low status among the princes, and there are not many princes to buy, nor have the geographical advantage. Unlike Luoyang, the business is prosperous, and the sales are unblocked, so he can only stare at him. Even if a merchant comes to buy paper, the price is low enough, and the profits are all taken away by the second dealer. Han Tuidang even supports more than 500 papermaking workshop workers under his command.

Han Yan came to Xishi. The blue sky was cloudless. The breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness to the hot weather. The scene of selling paper was even more popular than he thought. There were long queues for buying paper, and the quantity was limited, first come first served. If it came late, the paper shop would close.

Last year, the price of paper was comparable to gold, and it was an extremely scarce luxury item in the Han Dynasty. Only the emperor and the three dukes and nine ministers were qualified to use it. Now ordinary people can afford it. In just half a year, a trend will arise, attracting the people to snatch paper. As long as you have spare money, everyone will use something that the emperor can use, experience the feeling of being noble, or have paper at home, so that you can show a kind of decent...

Others make a fortune by selling paper, and coins piled up in small hills in shops, but you can only see them. This is probably the saddest thing for being a Shaofu Paper Chief. The emperor promises you the benefits of paper, but it is not that easy in actual execution.

Han Yan was not so stupid that he took out the official seal and threw it into the shop, asking them to close the door, and they would close the door. He dared to sell paper here blatantly. If there was no Shaofu God behind him, where could he get the paper to sell?

If it is forced to demolish, people will report to the official position. If the quarrel is not affected well, it will leave him with a reputation as a playboy. It is impossible to imagine that "the body of a tiger shakes the world and everyone is convinced", so Han Yan looked at it for a while and then turned around and left.

"What should we do?" Xier knew that Gonggao Houguo was making paper and knew Han Yan's difficulties. When she got in the car, she asked worriedly.

"I didn't want to participate in the official struggle, but now I can't get rid of my interests." Han Yan sighed in an old age, as if he was missing the carefree years of the past year.

"But..." Xier understood the interests. If the paper could be spread and sold, there must be someone behind it. Han Yan had to face the imperial tycoons like the Three Dukes and Nine Ministers, and compete with those cunning figures. How could he be his opponent?

"It's just a young mansion god. I didn't want to pay attention to him before, so I was too lazy to treat him as an opponent. Now I treat him as a human being, and he must not be my opponent." Han Yan smiled and was confident. I have the experience and knowledge that spanned two thousand years of the era. Even if I haven't been an official, I have read many official novels, so naturally I will not lack methods.

Xier doesn't know what to say anymore, but she looks even more worried...

Han Yan didn't say anything else, just held his forehead and pondered...

Fighting with others is only the last way, and even if you win, it is not worthy of respect. Only wisdom is the foundation for conquering people. It is actually not difficult to solve this problem without bloodshed. It is a good way to take the weight lightly.

The next day, Han Yan wrote a memorial, and reported it to Prime Minister Wei Wan for review. Because it was related to his disciples, Wei Wan handed the memorial to the emperor again in order to avoid suspicion. Han Yan wrote it like this:

"I am not able to afford to be ill for a long time and delay papermaking. I am guilty of recovering from the serious illness. I heard that the Papermaking Department was backward in technology, low production capacity, mixed personnel, and thousands of people made paper. I wasted money and grain of the court. I am deeply saddened by Your Majesty. Now Han Yan learned from his mistakes and voluntarily paid for the transformation and upgrading of the process level and improving the production of the Papermaking Department. During the suspension of production, the paper needed by the court will be provided free of charge by the Gonggaohou State Papermaking Workshop. I hope Your Majesty will be approved!"

After Emperor Jing of Han saw this memorial, his lips twitched and he glared at Wei Wan, "I'm sorry for anything big."

Then he said, "Han Yan is loyal and honorable, accurate!"

Of course the emperor will be sure. Someone will pay for you out of his own pocket and provide you with paper for free, which will reduce the salary expenditure of thousands of people. Everyone likes this kind of cheapness, and even wishes to withdraw the Papermaking Department. You, the Gonggao Hou Kingdom, will provide me with free paper for the rest of your life.

A few days later, the papermaking department under the Shaofu agency completely stopped production, and a thousand workers were on holiday, occupying the production base in the vast wilderness turned into a dead land, and thousands of people lost their livelihoods. The person who could dominate their fate was called Han Yan.

At the same time, Han Yan sent a letter to his grandfather Han Tuo, asking him to transport a large amount of paper to Beijing, one to supply the imperial court, and the other to fill in the paper gap needed by the people in Chang'an City. He suddenly turned his hands and his money bags jingled, waiting to count the money and cramps.

The young mansion god was completely confused and accepted the fact a few days later... the chicken that lays golden eggs was so easily castrated?

...

The sun shines brightly in the prince's uterus, and the clear water in the pond ripples with the wind. Han Yan recovered from the serious illness. Of course, his good brother Liu Che had to come to express his condolences.

"You really plan to pay for the papermaking department yourself and supply the imperial paper for free?" Liu Che was very puzzled by this loss-making business. Even though he had already started to deal with government affairs, he was a minor after all, and many secret games could not be seen clearly.

Han Yan smiled and said, "The God of Shaofu is my immediate superior. He put me in vain and let the people below disobey me. If you are in this position if you are the eldest brother, how can you regain control of the papermaking department?"

"This..." Liu Che pondered for a moment, at a loss. Thinking of Han Yan's memorial, he understood his intention and the wonderfulness of this move. He took a different approach and completely abandoned the young mansion god. If he did not confront him, he could achieve his goal.

The papermaking department stopped production and immediately took the livelihood of those people. When will the construction start and who to use it? Of course, the Shaofu Paper Secretary who was ordered to upgrade the papermaking department had the final say. If you don’t listen to me, I will let you get out. In this way, you can kick out the disobedient people of the papermaking department. The rest are all your own people. With the integration of the personnel, it is even more difficult for the Shaofu God to intervene.

As for paying for upgrading the papermaking department, it was not a big deal at all. The emperor didn't care about these things, and no one cared about them. Like Liu Che, they were concerned about how Han Yan would do a loss-making business, and when he would supply paper for free...

There is no free lunch in the world. The wool comes from the sheep, and the money Han Yan compensates the court comes from the people. But it is only because of the Shaofu God who "used power for personal gain" to exchange for a "loyal king and patriotic" Han Yan. The emperor is happy to see it, and the ministers are happy to see it. As for the Shaofu God, the interest group, is powerless. No matter how powerful you are, can you compare to the emperor?

After thinking through these things, Liu Che realized that Han Yan was "fake public and private", and he was good at making power, but the difficulty was that this kind of "upgrading and transformation" idea was that ordinary people couldn't think of it.

"Next, you should integrate the papermaking department?"

"No hurry, I'll go to Luoyang first. There is the big head selling paper. If I don't pull it out, it will always be like a thorn in my throat. I hope my elder brother will allow me to go there."

"You have not gone out to play for several months after being ill. This time I will give you a long vacation and get things done before coming back. If you have any difficulties, please write to me at any time."
Chapter completed!