Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

"Master Zhang prayed to ward off the plague, and Lieutenant Hong mistakenly escaped the demon."

Liu Xuan looked at the words above and laughed.

Compared with the printed products of later generations and books under a highly mature industrial system, movable type printing at this time was like a babbling baby. It was not proficient enough, not mature enough, not sophisticated enough, let alone a mature one. How clear.

But like most woodblock printing during the Tang Dynasty, such results are already exciting.

If the clarity of the text coming out of the printing shop of the Ministry of Industry of the Tang Dynasty is high definition, then the clarity of the text in Liu Xuan's hands now is blue light.

This result can almost achieve crushing and dimensionality reduction.

Now all we need is paper made from bamboo.

According to Liu Xuan's requirements and understanding of ancient paper production, this process will take at least sixty days.

In other words, during these sixty days, Liu Xuan would first try using the expensive rice paper on the market.

"Yourong, bring over the fine wine that Lao Fang came to get last time. I want to celebrate."

Liu Xuan's voice came out, and Zheng Liwan finally let out a long breath.

For three consecutive days, whenever Liu Xuan came back from Datang Hotel, he would close the door to thank guests and keep tinkering with something in the room.

Zheng Liwan was not worried about what would happen to Liu Xuan, but she was worried what if Liu Xuan's taste changed again?

Grape wine must be paired with a luminous cup. The smell of this grape wine must have been about a year. The moment he opened it, Liu Xuan smelled the familiar smell.

Before Liu Xuan traveled through time, he would make wine at home every year when the grapes were ripe.

At that time, the whole family was always full of expectations. It was one of the few moments when poor families could celebrate together.

"Go to the small house in the backyard and take out more glass cups, bowls, and bottles from the box."

"On weekdays, all the glass products at home are used. Those expensive porcelain bowls and so on can be put away first."

In Liu Xuan's eyes, Liuli was worthless, and he could get as much as he wanted.

But those precious porcelains are not necessarily the same.

Not long after, when Zheng Liwan came back, her face was full of horror.

She never expected that the small house in the backyard of the Hou Mansion would have so many high-quality colored glasses randomly placed and discarded.

Liu Xuan never said anything about this matter.

"Master Hou, do you really need to use so much colored glaze?"

Liu Xuan frowned: "Yourong, your heart must be as broad as your mind."

"Isn't something like glass just for use? Does it mean that if we buy a glass of glass, we still have to provide it?"

Zheng Liwan really couldn't understand it, but it seemed that what Liu Xuan said made sense.

"Have you washed the glass cup?"

Zheng Liwan nodded.

Liu Xuan took out a cup at random. At this moment, Liu Xuan was in a trance, as if everything that happened some time ago was just a dream and he was still in the future.

He was in a trance, but the wine in his mouth would not lie.

This wine is a bit bland.

After taking a sip, Liu Xuan stopped drinking.

"Yourong, here you go."

Zheng Liwan instantly became alert.

How could you drink with a man casually when you go out? When she arrived in Chang'an, someone had already taught her.

I felt a little nervous in my heart, but I was honest with my mouth.

After all, it’s just some fine wine!

In the crystal clear glass cup, the red liquid is like blood. The sun shines on the cup, reflecting the bright red color in the cup, as well as Zheng Liwan's already familiar face.

Liu Xuan, did he do it on purpose?

Let me drink and then do something I can't do normally while I'm drunk, right?

There are some things that Zheng Liwan can't think about, and she can't stop thinking about them.

Does Liu Xuan hide it on weekdays? Only then did he reveal his true face?

He should like those two lighter clothes, right?

If I could change into those two clothes in a while...

Zheng Liwan's mind was churning, but she didn't know that Liu Xuan was smiling with satisfaction at the prototype of movable type printing at this time.

"Yourong, yourong, do you know why I don't drink alcohol on weekdays, but I must have a few sips today?"

"This thing is great. From now on, all the books in the world will be cheaper by half."

"There were only a few scholars in the Tang Dynasty, only one or two out of a hundred."

"If this thing is taken out, there will be more and more scholars in the world."

When Zheng Liwan heard Liu Xuan's words, the fire that was originally ignited in her heart became even stronger.

She felt as if she had caught something.

"Master Hou, are you kidding me?"

"This is no different from that of the printing shop."

Liu Xuan raised the corner of his mouth and picked up a clay engraving from the movable type printing board: "Look, this is different."

"You taste it, you taste it carefully."

Zheng Liwan was a little disapproving at first, but suddenly she felt like she was struck by lightning.

yes!

It's different!

Can't the words on this be moved at will?

Wherever it is needed, put that word.

When she was in Xingyang, she heard someone say that the reason why some books are expensive is mainly because of the paper and engraving.

Engraving a woodblock is not a simple task. It requires a craftsman to work day and night. If you make a mistake in a word, you have to rework it all over again.

It is expensive and the cost is extremely high.

If it is not a real book that is circulated in the world, the general bookstore will not engrave it.

Unless the book sells well, it can make back the money of the engraving and paper.

"My Lord... this..."

Liu Xuan raised the corner of his mouth and touched Zheng Liwan's head: "Yourong, do you understand?"

"This thing is not afraid of typos at all. If there are any mistakes, we can change them."

"This board, if you want Analects, we will learn Analects, if you want Spring and Autumn, we will learn Spring and Autumn."

"If you want Fengyasong, we will learn Fengyasong."

"If you want Jin Ping Mei, we can do it anytime..."

Zheng Liwan's face was flushed, and her eyes widened with curiosity: "My Lord, what is Jin Ping Mei?"

"Is it a delicious plum?"

Liu Xuan smiled but said nothing. At such a young age, he always came into contact with things that are not suitable for children. Girls should not learn them randomly.

At this time, Zheng Liwan's heart was pounding, and she felt that she seemed to have hope.

Suddenly, I don't know if I tripped over something or if I felt weak after drinking wine.

Zheng Liwan's body tilted instantly and she leaned towards Liu Xuan.

Her rosy face exuded a breath of spring: "My Lord, why do I feel dizzy?"

...

In Qin Qiong's mansion, Qin Ruyu chased Qin Qiong and kept asking questions.

Qin Qiong yawned and had a headache.

"Ruyu, why are you asking so many questions? If you want to know about Liu Xuan, go find him directly."

Qin Ruyu's face was rosy: "Dad, I heard that those amazing poems at the Golden Autumn Poetry Conference were all written by Liu Xuan?"