Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

"Let's talk it over nicely. Let's try not to provoke that person, or we'll lose our heads."

Li Shimin suppressed his temper. He had no choice but to choose between money and face.

"That's fine," Liu Xuan smiled, "Old Li, what do you think? You said there are so many rich people in Chang'an. After hearing this news, they will all come to you to buy colored glass?"

Li Shimin's heart immediately jumped: "How about we sell all the colored glass like this?"

Liu Xuan smiled indifferently and drank tea by himself.

Li Shimin was embarrassed. He also knew that he was a little greedy. If all the colored glass on the market was like this, it would not be worth much. What's the difference between it and ordinary colored glass?

Suddenly, Li Shimin realized a problem. Xuanzang was Xuanzang. Although Xuanzang was very famous in Chang'an, he was just a monk who was more beautiful after all. How could people believe that he was the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi?

"Brother, I have a small question. What if everyone doesn't believe Xuanzang's story?"

Liu Xuan smiled and said, "Don't worry about this. I have my own way."

A few days ago, when Cheng Chuxia came, Liu Xuan had already started writing Journey to the West stories. He wrote a little every night. Anyway, he remembered them in his mind.

Among the four great classics, Liu Xuan couldn't remember Romance of the Three Kingdoms, but the story was very familiar to him. Liu Xuan couldn't remember Dream of the Red Chamber, and he didn't seem to have any interest in it when he was a child.

But Liu Xuan has a unique skill. When he was a child, he secretly read Water Margin and Journey to the West stories without the knowledge of adults. He remembered every word in them very clearly. It can't be said that they are exactly the same, but at least 90%?

Liu Xuan conquered his first girlfriend in his life by reciting Journey to the West stories backwards.

When he was a child, Liu Xuan looked at monkeys every day. It was not until he had his first girlfriend that he realized that there was nothing good about monkeys. Those female bodhisattvas were the true meaning of life.

Li Shimin was skeptical.

"Start preparing after you go back. In a few days, this thing should appear."

Liu Xuan has already started preparing. In Lantian, Tang Dynasty, a paper mill is running day and night, relying on manpower to forcibly compare with the machinery of later generations.

The manuscripts have been sent to the factory little by little, and some people have begun to assemble the text engravings. In a few days, it will be available.

The paper mill and the printing factory are two sides of the same coin. Liu Xuan originally planned to make a little money from the cheap paper, but he didn't expect it to become Li Shimin's life-saving straw.

You have to know why Li Shimin didn't use the movable type printing even though he was given it. The reason is that the paper is too expensive. According to Liu Xuan's public opinion law, the consumption for the Ministry of Industry is huge, comparable to building an imperial city.

The treasury of Tang Dynasty just had some income, and Li Shimin was unwilling to use the money he earned, so he naturally stopped.

"Brother, do you really have a way?"

Liu Xuan looked at Li Shimin's unbelieving expression and sighed: "Old Li, a story is just a story after all, but if this story is good, and it is being told everywhere in the world, don't you think it's good to tell it?"

Li Shimin's heart was beating hard, yes, yes, of course it's good!

If so, all my colored glass can be sold.

"Think about it, a Tang man, a person who has nothing to do with the Western Regions, travels thousands of miles, travels a long distance, and goes through thousands of difficulties and dangers to seek the true scriptures. What kind of spirit is that?"

Li Shimin didn't speak, but he already had a prototype in his mind. It turned out that this was what people call Buddha's light.

Thinking of this, Li Shimin was extremely comfortable, and the tension and anxiety in his heart were swept away, and the tea seemed to become sweet. After drinking a few sips of tea, he held a candy in his mouth, hummed a little song, and headed towards the palace.

The big thing was solved, and people were refreshed when they met happy things. Li Shimin hummed a little song along the way.

Outside the imperial city, Li Shimin saw a figure, stared at it for a moment, frowned, and then smiled.

"Chenggan, are your legs okay?"

From a distance, Li Shimin saw Li Chenggan jumping around, and it seemed that Li Chenggan was holding a book in his hand. This was a good thing. The prince liked to read books, and Li Shimin was very pleased.

Li Chenggan was doing radio gymnastics over there, and suddenly turned around and saw Li Shimin, and his face immediately blushed.

He hid the book in his hand. Others didn't know, but he knew that the Water Margin story was not a serious story, it was a story about rebellion.

"What book are you reading?"

"Come, let your father see it..."

"Chenggan, hey, don't resist so much, your father will take a look, just take a look... Water Margin story... It's a good story at first glance!"

Li Chenggan's heart was hanging in his throat, and he just asked Li Shimin not to read too much.

As if he had received a response, Li Shimin just took a look and put it down, walking back and forth in front of Li Chenggan: "Your foot is much better."

"Thank you for your concern, father." The sweat on Li Chenggan's forehead could freeze, "Father, I am exercising, I believe that my foot injury will get better in time!"

Li Shimin nodded: "Chenggan, come with me, you have grown up, I will take you to drink today!"

...

Liu Xuan doesn't like to come to Lantian recently. There is no way to build a marquis' mansion in Lantian before the arrival of spring.

The factory at this time is still using simple houses, steaming hot, and there are shirtless men everywhere.

It's not that they are not afraid of the cold, but it's mainly too hot inside.

Several main craftsmen were directing with great effort. In their hands, they had one or two small flags. If something needed to be added, they would use the small flags as instructions. After waving them twice, people would soon start to move.

In the thatched shed of the paper mill, there were papers hanging and drying everywhere. Some were wet and had just been taken out. Some were already dry. If you gently scratched the edges with a knife, the papers would soon be lifted.

"Liu Renyuan, what did the sugar-making side say?"

There were only fifty people in the sugar-making factory, but these fifty people could create huge profits.

"Sugar-making has just started not long ago, and some are still unskilled, but the output of white sugar is quite high."

Liu Xuan nodded: "Very good, there is another problem, the problem of safety."

Liu Renyuan nodded. He knew what to do without Liu Xuan saying it.

In the factory, everything had never appeared in the Tang Dynasty. If any of these techniques were leaked out, it would cause bloodshed among the people.

Everyone wanted to make the cheapest colored glaze and sell it at a high price.

Who doesn't want to make sugar? Who doesn't want to make paper and a printing factory?

That's a very profitable business.

"By the way, in a few days, you can have someone open a bookstore. When the bookstore opens, in addition to some old books, you have to sell our latest two books, one Water Margin story and one Journey to the West story."

"The Journey to the West story is almost done, just print it."