Taking advantage of the night, Li Yin returned to the old house through the ancient well. He closed the door to thank the guests for two days in order to check some information on the Internet and find a way to get rid of paper and printing.

After a whole night of tossing, Li Yin had some worries in his mind. The printing equipment is not difficult to solve. He can order some manual lead type printers from the manufacturer. The key point is that the content of the lead type should be the same as that of the Tang Dynasty. If the price is higher, some manufacturers are still willing to do it, but papermaking is a little more difficult. He can easily improve the quality and types of paper, but mass production of paper requires a lot of manpower, which cannot be avoided. He has to Consider starting a paper mill.

In two days, Li Yin went to some manufacturers and successfully ordered a batch of equipment. Li Yin's request was very simple, trying to make the equipment look backward, which made those manufacturers confused. It's like he's mentally ill.

  Back to the palace, Li Yin asked about the situation of Jin Daqian's palace in the past two days. Except for a few cronies looking for him, there was nothing serious.

   "Butler Jin, does our palace have its own property?" Li Yin never asked about these things before, so he didn't know.

   "My lord, our 3,000 mu of land in Cangyun County outside Chang'an has been left uncultivated. Have you forgotten?"

   "Three thousand acres of land!" Li Yin called out. It turned out that he was still a big landlord, but he didn't remember it at all. "Why is it deserted?"

Jin Daqian broke out in a cold sweat. At that time, Li Yin was drunk and asked him to impose heavy taxes on the tenants who leased their own land. Those farmers could only maintain food and clothing. The mu of land has been deserted until now, and now Li Yin asked again, he was really afraid that Li Yin would turn his face and deny anyone.

  Jin Daqian told Li Yin the reason, and Li Yin nodded, thinking that the former Li Yin was really Huang Shiren.

   "Get on the carriage and go see our property!" Li Yin was a little surprised that there was still such a fortune. He originally planned to buy land to build a factory, but now it seems unnecessary.

   Li Yin didn't mean to blame, Jin Daqian heaved a sigh of relief, and asked someone to prepare a carriage, and went to Cangyun County with Li Yin.

Exiting Chang'an through Yanxing Gate, a dirt road about five meters wide leads to the east, with horse-drawn carriages constantly coming and going, and some small vendors carrying vegetables grown by themselves to sell in Chang'an city. The original ecological jungle is on both sides of the road. From time to time, some pheasants crowed.

  Cangyun County is close to Chang'an, so it can be said that it is Cangyun County. After walking for about ten miles and bypassing a small village, Jin Daqian stopped the carriage.

Li Yin got out of the car. In front of him was a piece of green grass. He could vaguely see the field ridges. He looked around. Except for this land, the other lands were planted with wheat, which was basically ripe for harvesting. No need to ask, he also Understand that this piece of green grassy land is your own.

  One mu of land is about 666.6 square meters, and 3,000 mu of land is equal to about 2 million square meters. Li Yin walked for dozens of minutes to transfer his land.

   "My lord, are you planning to rent it out again? I'll get someone to issue a notice when I get back!" Jin Daqian guessed when he saw Li Yin frowning and thinking deeply.

Li Yin shook his head. It is too wasteful to build a factory on such land, and it is not concealed enough. He gave up his plan to build a factory here, but another idea came up. The farm, he wants to transform this place into a large farm. What, there is nothing in the Tang Dynasty, just plant whatever.

Canceling the original plan, Li Yin turned around Chang'an City. When he walked around the west gate, a small mountain depression attracted his attention. There was a large open space in this mountain depression, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there was only one exit. Excellent location for building a factory.

   "Go back and find out whose land this is!" On the way back, Li Yin told Jin Daqian.

   Shampoo is still a non-polluting industry after all, and wine making is more troublesome. Now the palace is full of black smoke all day long. If this is in modern times, people will definitely complain about environmental pollution.

  In the afternoon, Jin Daqian returned to the palace, and the piece of land was found out. To Li Min's surprise, it was actually the property of Tang Jian, one of the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion, the Minister of the Household Department.

  For some petty officials, they may be able to give up their property in fear of Li Yin's identity, but he has no choice but to visit these people who have licked blood with Li Shimin once.

Fifty-year-old Hubu Shangshu Tang Jian held a small banquet at home to welcome Li Min. At the banquet, Tang Jian talked about his experience when he fought side by side with Li Shimin. When he was excited, he danced, drank and sang, and swallowed thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. .

   "...I don't know why Your Highness came to visit today?" Li Yin was feeling drowsy after hearing this, Tang Jian finished his long speech and finally returned to the topic.

  As an old fox who has been in the officialdom for decades, how could he not know the truth of not going to the Three Treasures Palace, let alone a prince.

  Li Yan straight to the point, "Did Tang Shangshu ever remember that you have a piece of land located in a mountain depression on the west side of Chang'an City, I want to buy it!"

   "Fields on the west side of Chang'an?" Tang Jian frowned deeply, but didn't think of it for a while.

  At this time, Tang Meng, Tang Jian's son, reminded: "Father, it is the property that washes away the crops in the field when it rains!"

   "Oh, I remembered, what did your highness buy it for! You can't farm the land."

   "Tang Shangshu must have heard about the sale of apricot blossom wine in the Prince Liang's Mansion. I want to buy it and build a factory!"

"That's it!" Tang Jian rolled his eyes. The apricot blossom wine is now popular in Chang'an. Officials treat guests to drink and say that there is no apricot blossom wine. This is the wine, "Your Highness, the old minister doesn't have that piece of land. If you want to buy it, you can sell it to you, but it's too shameful for the old minister to accept your money. Why don't you give the old minister a jar of apricot blossoms?" In the bar, let the veterans have a taste of something new."

Li Yin really wanted to spit at him. According to the market price, his rotten land was worth fifteen copper coins at most, and a jar of apricot blossom wine was worth fifty copper coins. But after Tang Jian said so, Li Yin had no other choice. Tell him half an altar, then Li Yin has not become a joke when he went to court.

   Gritting his teeth, Li Yin nodded in agreement.

  Before leaving, Tang Jian's son Tang Meng looked at Li Yin meaningfully, "On the day of the poetry chanting meeting, Tang Meng's eyesight was so poor that he didn't recognize His Highness. It was really a crime."

   "You also participated?" Li Yin had no impression.

  Tang Meng sighed, "Chang'an City is full of talented people, but I was eliminated in the semi-finals. It's really a pity!"

  Li Yin comforted: "There will be many opportunities like this in the future. As long as Brother Tang studies poetry and books diligently, he will always win the championship!"

   "Really? Your Highness!" Tang Meng's eyes lit up, and he thought it was the most interesting event he had ever participated in.

  Li Yin nodded noncommittally, and the future life in Chang'an City will only become more and more exciting.