Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

"That's right, Brother Liu Xuan is really amazing, and he awakened people with his words."

"That's right. If it's made into a story, no matter how much they don't like reading, they will have to rush to learn to read."

In this era, as long as you can recognize words and know a lot, you have already defeated 99% of people.

The literacy rate of ancient people was so low that basically one in ten people could write their own names.

Of course, they may only be able to write their own names, or simple names.

For example, Zhang San, the kind that Zhang is written wrong. ✺

For example, Li Si, the Li written by others and the Li he thinks of may be two words in his eyes.

If a person can read and recognize words, and can also write poems, then he is a genius.

Don't look at the fact that among the three people of Cheng Yaojin, Niu Jinda recognized more than 100 words, which is already quite impressive among the military generals of the Tang Dynasty.

Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Gong may have thirty or fifty words at most.

How many words are there in a story?

For a moment, the three generals had an unfathomable smile on their faces.

Liu Xuan reminded the three: "Three, this method is not omnipotent."

"Think about it, let them read the storybooks and learn the stories by themselves, will it work?"

Cheng Yaojin grinned: "Don't worry, brother Liu Xuan, what this method lacks most now is stories."

"I'll find a few folk scholars and let them write, hehe."

Yuchi Gong felt that Cheng Yaojin was right, but it seemed that something was wrong.

Niu Jinda suddenly reacted at this time: "What kind of scholars are we looking for? Brother Liu Xuan is talented, and the stories he writes must be very exciting. We should spend money on our own brothers instead of on outsiders."

"It's better to keep the fat water in the fields of outsiders."

Liu Xuan now wants to reject the proposal of these three people.

It's not that there are no stories in the belly, but the main thing is that the Tang Dynasty is not the later generations. In the later generations, any kind of stories can be written, and people will read them, and there is no need to worry about being accused.

In the Tang Dynasty, although there was no literary inquisition, if there were some bad tendencies in the story, someone would come to you very soon.

"Are you three sure you want to do this?"

Cheng Yaojin grinned: "Brother Liu Xuan, the three of us are honest people, and we don't have any bad intentions."

"Don't worry, it's just a story, what can go wrong."

Liu Xuan felt very relieved when he saw the three people's ignorant look.

"What if something happens?"

"Hey, in Chang'an, as long as it's not something that is intolerable by heaven and earth, we can handle it. One person can't do it, but three people can. As the saying goes, one Zhuge Liang is not as good as three cobblers."

Having said that, Liu Xuan felt that he could give it a try.

After all, the story of Water Margin is so attractive.

Li Shimin, you don't want your people to be full of young people who are eager to rebel, thirst for heroes, and yearn for the green forest when they have nothing to do, right?

Young people should read Water Margin, and old people should read Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

Liu Xuan was actually quietly excited.

"Don't worry, the three of you. We need to think about this matter in the long run."

Liu Xuan already had a preliminary plan in mind.

That is to build a paper mill in front of the Lantian Liuli Factory.

Li Shimin wanted to use the movable type printing method, but he didn't see any use for it now. He was probably preparing a big move.

If something goes wrong, three generals and an emperor will all take the blame. I, Liu Xuan, am just an ordinary marquis. It has nothing to do with me, right?

The problem was solved, and Cheng Yaojin and the other two were so happy that they almost took Liu Xuan to recognize him as their relative.

The three of them now have no doubt about Liu Xuan's ability. After all, how could he lack talent if he could go from a commoner to the Marquis of Lantian in the Tang Dynasty?

At the poetry meeting, every word and sentence was a classic, and even Mr. Li Gang fainted with excitement. Could Liu Xuan be a person who was seeking fame?

They were relieved to leave their children's financial future to Liu Xuan!

If they knew what kind of knowledge Liu Xuan was thinking about spreading at this time, they would probably explode on the spot.

Before going out and walking into the yard, Cheng Yaojin suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the black stone in the middle of the yard.

"Hey, Liu Xuan, do you like this kind of stone?"

Liu Xuan laughed at himself: "It's just some useless hobbies, Old Cheng, I'll give it to you."

Cheng Yaojin and the other two looked at each other, as if they had some plans in their hearts.

The little expressions of the three people naturally did not escape Liu Xuan's eyes, but what the three people were thinking, Liu Xuan didn't need to guess, nor did he want to know.

After all, the talents of these three people are really farting in the quilt, and they can smell and cover it.

...

In the Marquis's Mansion, the sound of clanging and banging started early in the morning. Liu Xuan slowly opened his eyes, and the whole yard was full of maids.

Zheng Liwan was training the maids for a new day.

Liu Renyuan and Xue Rengui squatted quietly in front of the big stone, drooling constantly.

Liu Xuan looked up at the sky. It was still dark. Was this the sound of iron forging at four o'clock in the morning?

In the yard, the blacksmiths were dancing with excitement.

"I, Li Laosan, have never seen such a good embryo in my life. If this is used to make iron, it will definitely be the best iron."

Liu Xuan sighed, do you know how to forge iron? Do you know how to forge iron?

Do you know how to make iron the hardest?

Sorry, I know even though I have never forged iron.

Nine-year compulsory education is not a joke.

After cooking spicy soup, making some fried dough sticks and meat buns, Liu Xuan went to wake Yaya up.

It turns out that Yaya drools when she sleeps, which is natural, and it is not because she dreams of something delicious. Last time, she drooled when she dreamed of the Big Bad Wolf.

Today, Datang Restaurant should have some new dishes.

Since it is late autumn, let's make some delicious mutton.

When Dazhuang and Yaya were eating, Liu Xuan had disappeared outside the gate of the Marquis' Mansion.

At Datang Restaurant, the people queuing today seemed restless.

Xiao Lanping felt a little uncomfortable. He was surrounded by cold air all over his body recently. He didn't know whether his family's medicine was not good or he was a little overindulgent. He always felt that he was extremely weak.

He got up early and came to queue up. He saw two drunk young people. Who else could they be if not Luo Wangu and Yang Liufang?

"You two, it's so early."

Luo Wangu and Yang Liufang were startled and turned around to see a pale face with a hint of redness.

It was just dawn. At this point, the sky was shining, and when you look at people, there is always a gray mist.

Luo Wangu and Yang Liufang tensed up their nerves.

"Ah... a ghost..."

The exclamation quickly spread throughout the West Market.

The crowd of spectators poked their heads out without even putting on their clothes: "Where is the ghost? Let me see what it looks like."

"What the hell? The Tang Dynasty Restaurant sells ghosts? Can you eat it?"