Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

"Old Xu, do you smell it?"

Li Shimin became excited. There was no such feeling in the palace.

The most greedy time in his life was when he was a child, squatting outside the kitchen door at home, waiting for the dishes and stews cooked by his mother to come out.

At that time, as soon as the smell of meat began to waft through the cracks in the door and window, drifting across the small courtyard and into his nostrils, he couldn't sit still.

It takes a while to run from the school to the cooking yard, but at that time, among his brothers, Li Shimin was always the first to run. He was not as steady as his brother, nor as clever as the other brothers. He was like an out-of-place playboy. Children.

At this moment, he couldn't help but recall some things from that year.

"Squeak..."

The door opened, followed by Liu Xuan's puzzled eyes and speechless expression.

"What's going on with you two? It's like you are thieves."

"Lao Li, you don't like stealing other people's things, do you?"

Facing Liu Xuan's words, Li Shimin had long lost his feelings. From time to time, this young man would always say something that he couldn't normally hear but seemed to make sense.

On the other hand, Xu Shiji was squatting on the ground, unable to get up.

The implication behind these words is that Your Majesty has stolen the world!

Your Majesty doesn't care about this?

Holding on the edge of the wooden door, I slowly stood up. My legs were a little sore, but my eyes were getting brighter.

While eating, Li Shimin finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Liu Xuan, come here today. There is one more thing to do, that is the wool..."

"Wool? Where is the wool? I just said it casually. Don't listen to Xiao Li talking nonsense in front of you."

Seeing Liu Xuan's direct denial, Xu Shiji's inner activities became more frequent.

This seemingly invisible Marquis of Lantian didn't want to contaminate the cause and effect in the court with every word he said.

"Liu Xuan, you have aroused people's curiosity, but now you don't say anything. It's too much." Li Shimin asked.

Liu Xuan was stunned by Li Shimin's description. Then he remembered that when he was in college, his friends in the dormitory planned to go out for fun. When he arrived at the pink light, he paid and took off his clothes. His body was already very restless. Over there The person told him: We are serious massagers.

But Li Shimin did not give up: "I have already bought a lot of wool. Tell me what to do."

Li Shimin stared at Liu Xuan with burning eyes, with no intention of letting him go.

"You have to know that although those wools are not valuable, they can't hold a lot of money."

Is there really wool? Of course Li Shimin hasn't bought it yet, but he can send it back from the border at any time.

Liu Xuan looked at Li Shimin as if he were a fool, and then sighed helplessly: "Okay, you are just a bit stubborn."

"This is a bad door. Once it is opened, the demon inside rushes out and cannot go back."

Once the economic oppression represented by wool takes shape, people on the grasslands may not be able to recover for several lifetimes. In later generations, suddenly one day, someone understands the meaning and reacts, fearing that they will stab the Tang Dynasty in the spine.

"Lao Li, if anyone asks, just tell me your method."

"I'll teach you. After you learn it, just don't say anything about what I taught you when you go out."

Li Shimin smiled happily and patted Liu Xuan on the shoulder, with a look of relief on his face.

Wool, wool, after Liu Xuan brought this thing up, Li Shimin had trouble sleeping at night.

He knew very well that Liu Xuan was not talking nonsense. When it came to wool, there must be evidence.

"Liu Xuan, is this thing difficult?"

Liu Xuan thought for a while. It didn't seem particularly difficult to weave something like wool into a thread by mixing hemp and soft silk thread. It just depends on what proportion can make the wool thread softer.

After all, Liu Xuan had personally experienced the pain of having a woolen sweater tied to his back.

"It's okay, it just costs money."

"Huh? Does that mean that if something like wool can be converted into money, it still costs more?"

Liu Xuan shook his head: "Of course you have to spend some money in the early stage, and it will most likely be a one-time investment. Moreover, wool has never been put to good use."

While Liu Xuan was speaking, Xu Shiji on the side had already patiently taken out a booklet and started recording.

"What are you going to do with this wool?"

Li Shimin asked curiously.

What can wool do?

"Of course it's weaving. If you use the right method, clothes made of wool are very comfortable."

Many thoughts flashed through Li Shimin's mind, from a piece of thread, to a piece of cloth, to all kinds of clothes.

When he was in Taiyuan, he observed the processes in those dyeing workshops and realized that many seemingly simple things were formed through extremely complex processes.

"This... I've never heard of it."

Liu Xuan blinked: "Are you investing money? This thing is worth a million bucks."

Li Shimin's heart was moved.

At this time, Xu Shiji suddenly stopped writing. It was obviously a military and national event, but why did it sound like a business deal?

He had never seen this scene in his life.

"May I ask Lord Lantian, how long does it take to make clothes from wool?"

Xu Shiji suddenly spoke. He had just eaten, but he didn't want to eat now. You can come over and taste delicious food anytime, but you may not hear about how to make money with wool every day.

"It's very simple. Just build a machine and let the craftsmen try it slowly. If it works, it's very simple. Generally speaking, it only takes one or two days to make a piece of cloth from a thread."

This is not Liu Xuan's nonsense. If you want to really make a lot of money in the world of the Tang Dynasty, which is dominated by handicraft workshops, you have to build a factory.

Now there is a glass factory, and the paper mill is also going smoothly. Xue Rengui and Liu Renyuan also said when they came back in the afternoon that the progress is very fast and very safe.

The printing workshop is waiting for the piles of paper to be ready before it can start.

For a day or two, Xu Shiji and Li Shimin were stunned.

"I'm just talking nonsense. If this woolen clothes are successful, no one will wear such thick fur coats in winter in the future. It's heavy and inconvenient, and it's stuffy. Wool clothes are just right!"

Xu Shiji looked at the thick fur coat on his body and suddenly understood what Liu Xuan meant.

He felt vaguely that this was an unusual thing.

Li Shimin was silent for a moment, then asked softly: "Liu Xuan, how about I go to collect the wool? You do it!"

Li Shimin didn't have much time left, and no one liked war.

"Okay, this business is all yours, I'll provide the craftsmen, and I'll take 40% of the profits, how about it?"

"Old Li, war will not disappear, but will always exist in another form."

Economic war is also called war, and war without gunpowder smoke makes people even more ashamed.