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Volume 1 Visitors from the Valley of the Wind Chapter 38

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    In the bedroom on the top floor of the Little World Sutra Pavilion, Shang Qingyi found out through his mind that there was no one else outside except Changsun Wugou, so he pulled Changsun Wugou in.  Seeing the eldest grandson Wugao, Shang Qingyi hugged her in his arms, greedily breathing in the fragrance of her body; the eldest grandson Wugao blushed with shame and let Shang Qingyi hold her in his arms.  After a long while, Shang Qingyi let go of Changsun Wugou, took her hand and sat down beside the bed, and said, "Wugou, I have two things to ask you for help with."  "Tell me, what's the matter?" "First, I need someone who is proficient in language, especially someone who has considerable research on language, preferably a great Confucian."  "Someone who studies language." Changsun Wugou thought about it carefully, but she never thought of anyone who studied language. She had never heard of anyone studying language in her long life.  Changsun Wugou shook his head: "Qingyi, I have never heard of anyone who studies languages, but I can recommend a few bachelors to you, Kong Yingda, Fang Xuanling, Yu Zhining, Xu Jingzong, Su Shichang, Li Xuandao, Xue Yuanjing  ".  Changsun Wugu reported the names of eighteen people in one breath. Some of these people, Shang Qingyi had heard of, some had not. However, there was one person who caught Shang Qingyi's attention, and that was Xu Jingzong.  Xu Jingzong was one of the Eighteen Scholars, but his reputation was not prominent in the Zhenguan era. What really made Shang Qingyi remember his name was because of Wu Zetian; during the Emperor Gaozong period of the Tang Dynasty, Xu Jingzong took refuge with Wu Zetian early, so he finally became the prime minister;  Under the influence of "Xu Jingzong", Xu Jingzong is a traitor.  "Then arrange for a few of them to come over to me. I won't let you go to Xu Jingzong. He has a bad character."  "Well, I understand; but, what are you going to do?" "I plan to unify the language of the Tang Dynasty and come up with a pinyin suitable for the Tang Dynasty. This pinyin is".  After listening to Shang Qingyi¡¯s explanation, Changsun Wugou nodded suddenly.  "The second thing is to ask Li Shimin to issue an imperial edict to summon the disciples of hundreds of schools to come to Qingzhu Village. I have something for them to do."  "Gathering the disciples of hundreds of schools of thought? Are there still disciples of hundreds of schools of thought now?"  Changsun Wugou looked at Shang Qingyi in confusion. Since the Qin Dynasty, Qin Shihuang burned hundreds of classics, and the Han Dynasty deposed hundreds of schools and only respected Confucianism. What can be left behind by hundreds of schools of thought?  "I don't know if there are any disciples of various schools of thought in the world. Let Li Shimin issue an order, just try some luck. If there are, it's best. If there aren't, it doesn't matter."  The fact is indeed as Shang Qingyi said, if there are hundreds of disciples, firstly, they can be allowed to copy the classics in the Sutra Pavilion and add punctuation marks to the classics; secondly, they can be allowed to carry forward the scriptures; if there are not, it is okay, at worst, they can copy directly from the original works.  .  Changsun Wugou nodded: "Well, I will ask the emperor to issue an order."  After finishing the business, Shang Qingyi pulled his eldest grandson Wuga into his arms and whispered softly that belonged to the two of them.  In the Cheng Mansion in Yongxingfang, Chang'an City, Yu Chigong, Changsun Wuji and others arrived at the invitation of Cheng Yaojin.  Screening away all the servants in the living room, Cheng Yaojin said with a smile: "Everyone can come, it really gives me face, old Cheng."  Yuchi Gong shouted: "Old man, just say what you have to say and don't waste your meal time."  Eating without speaking or sleeping without talking has always been the way of life of ancient people. As for the culture of the wine table, there may be some, but it is definitely not the mainstream.  Cheng Yaojin glared at Yuchi Gong with dissatisfaction: "Big Hei, why are you in a hurry? If you are not in a hurry, get out of here."  The two of them were quarreling, while the rest of the people were drinking tea leisurely, without asking anything, as if they were watching a play.  It wasn't until the two showed signs of a fight that they stepped forward to stop them.  Sitting back in his seat, Cheng Yaojin hummed twice, squinted at the people present, and said: "You are all brothers of me, Old Cheng. I, Old Cheng, have had the opportunity to make money, and I don't want to keep it to myself.  That¡¯s why I came here to find you and plan to share some of the profits with you.¡±  Everyone present listened and secretly frowned. You Cheng Yaojin made so much money that the warehouse can no longer hold it, and then they thought of us.  However, although everyone did not know what Cheng Yaojin was thinking, they could guess that it was related to the gods in Qingzhu Village, so they listened quietly.  Cheng Yaojin continued: "The Immortal has given me another profitable business, but you are all brothers of me, Old Cheng, so I, Old Cheng, beg the Immortal to agree to let your family participate and share some profits with you."  .  Cheng Yaojin looked like a brotherly man. If you didn't understand his character, you might be moved to pieces by him. But everyone present knew Cheng Yaojin's character, and they were all old foxes themselves, so naturally they couldn't  Will be fascinated by Cheng Yaojin's illusion.    Seeing the expressionless faces of everyone present, Cheng Yaojin was not embarrassed. He just wanted to make everyone present owe a small favor. Although their expressions did not change much, as long as they  If you participate, then the favor will be accepted.  Cheng Yaojin said with a normal expression: "So I, old Cheng, called you here just to ask if you are interested?" It can be said that everyone present is the new rich. Every family has a big business. The little salary they expect is not enough to eat and drink.  , so they more or less let their servants manage some business; now that business comes to them, they will naturally not refuse it, but they will not agree casually either.  Changsun Wuji asked cautiously: "Old Cheng, what kind of business is it?" "One is the glass business, which makes transparent things, more transparent than colored glaze, and can be made into various shapes; the other is the glass business.  The seed is cement, which can be used to pave roads, build bridges, and repair city walls.¡±  Cheng Yaojin didn¡¯t know much about these two things, so he had to explain what Shang Qingyi said in detail. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? away from their thoughts, let alone the profits, just why Cheng Yaojin asked them to participate, as for Cheng Yaojin's tricks.  The few people looked at each other, and Fang Xuanling said: "Yao Jin, don't be so secretive, just say what you have to say."  Cheng Yaojin chuckled, and then said calmly: "The Immortal means to treat the captives as slaves and serve as slaves in the kiln instead of the common people."  Although Cheng Yaojin just said a simple sentence, everyone present who was not an old fox analyzed this sentence to seven or eight points in minutes, and finally understood the reason why Cheng Yaojin was willing to share the profits.  It's a bit of a guess; however, once the captives are treated as slaves, the first thing they will face is the verbal and written criticism of those scholars and great scholars, so everyone present fell silent for a while.  Not long after, Yuchi Gong said nonchalantly: "Old man, I, Yuchi Gong, participated in this matter."  Cheng Yaojin praised without hesitation: "Da Laohei, have a good time. Let's have a few drinks later."  "I'm afraid that if you don't succeed, I, Yuchi Gong, have never lost in drinking."  Cheng Yaojin turned his eyes to the other fellow villagers. Fang Xuanling pondered slightly and asked, "Yaojin, does the emperor know about this?" Cheng Yaojin shook his head and looked at Changsun Wuji meaningfully.  Changsun Wuji understood that Cheng Yaojin planned to drag a few people into the water first, and then ask his brother-in-law to tell the emperor that by then, even if Li Shimin disagreed, he would not object, but this matter was of great importance, and Changsun Wuji  Ji did not dare to agree easily and said: "Let me talk to the emperor about this matter."  Since he hadn¡¯t received the information yet and was not in a hurry to get them to agree, Cheng Yaojin turned around and agreed without thinking.  In the bedroom on the top floor of the Little World Sutra Pavilion, the eldest grandson Wugou sat on Shang Qingyi's lap, blushing and leaning weakly on Shang Qingyi's body, his eyes seemed to open and close, revealing a confused look, and said something in his mouth  Breathing heavily.  Changsun Wugou raised his head slightly, glanced at Shang Qingyi, and gasped: "Qingyi, it's getting late, I should go back."  Shang Qingyi lowered his head and kissed Changsun Wugu's red lips, then took his hands out of the clothes on her chest, put them in front of his nose and sniffed greedily.  Seeing this, the eldest grandson Wugou's face turned even redder, and he buried his face in Shang Qingyi's arms in embarrassment.  "Why, my Wu Gu Lai is in my arms and doesn't want to go out."  Shang Qingyi smiled slightly and wanted to make a few more jokes, but this ancient woman was thin-skinned and shy. In order to go further next time, she gave up the idea of ??making a few more jokes.  Changsun Wugu snorted in shame. After regaining some strength, he stood up and arranged his clothes. After a while, he returned to the noble empress.  Shang Qingyi stuffed the jade pendant leaking from Chang Sun Wugu's neck into her clothes, and then pointed at her lips.  Changsun Wugou gave Shang Qingyi a shy look and kissed him quickly.  Shang Qingyi chuckled and sent his eldest grandson Wugou out as soon as he thought about it.  Smell the fragrance left by his hands again, Shang Qingyi showed a mean smile: The tentacles are delicate and smooth, big and elastic, I must put them in my mouth to taste next time
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