Qin Hu

Chapter 16 Although it is crooked, but people have to accept it!
The master ink maker was slightly stunned, hesitantly said: "I don't know if the young master has any advice?"

Zhao Zihu suggested to the two master sculptors to carry out labor-saving trap carving, but he also wanted to follow suit.

After all, if you want to make a suitable ink that will not smudge on silk cloth, it is equivalent to innovating the ink manufacturing technology. He felt dizzy when he heard it, and it was as difficult as the blue sky!
Zhao Zihu shook his head: "I have nothing to teach you. I'm not a god who knows everything. I'll give you five days. If you can't make suitable ink, you can explain it to your father."

The master ink maker bowed his hands with a bitter face: "Wei."

Then, he looked to Gan Luo for help, Lord Shaofu, help!

Gan Luo grinned, he doesn't know how to make ink, and he can't help much.

Zhao Zihu had been working hard for a whole day to participate in Fengchan. After explaining the matter here, he would lead the cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles to go back to drink and eat meat, so as to rest and relax.

"Young master has reached his age, do you want to forge a suit of armor?"

Gan Luo sent him out of the yurt, suddenly asked with a smile.

In the pre-Qin period, the boundary between civil and military was not very clear. A civil official straddled a horse and became a military general, and a military general dismounted his armor and became a civil official. Qin people were the most martial, and they were proud of their military achievements. There were probably no Qin people who did not like armor and weapons.

Of course Zhao Zihu was no exception, Danfeng's eyes lit up and he said, "Can Prime Minister Gan help?"

Gan Luo nodded, looked up at the sky and said: "It's getting late today, let's do it tomorrow, the young master will come to find me tomorrow, and I will take the young master to the craftsman's camp to make a suitable armor."

For two consecutive days, there were sacrifices to heaven and earth. Yujia was exhausted, especially Yingzheng was so tired that his back was sore and his legs hurt. Yujia had to rest for a few days before continuing to the coast of the East China Sea.

Therefore, there is enough time to make an armor for Zhao Zihu.

This is also the reason why Zhao Zihu gave the master ink maker five days, and it was best to get things done before Yujia set off.

"Prime Minister Gan, can you make us a suit of armor?"

Hu Hai and the others suddenly licked their faces and said.

The corner of Gan Luo's mouth twitched, he learned to call me Prime Minister anyway, and said speechlessly: "The armor of the Shaofu is only for public use. There is no official or position, so how can you give it to each other privately? Isn't it a serious crime?"

When the young men saw him like this, they were immediately disappointed.

However, Zhao Zihu couldn't bear to see his friends depressed, so he said in a timely manner: "Prime Minister Gan, I am Dr. Daizhao, and they are all my servants now, they need to guard me from time to time, so they should wear armor to protect themselves."

The servants are closer than the disciples, and they can represent the master himself. To a certain extent, Qin Fa also recognizes it.

For example, good big brother Wang Li, who inherited the five hundred cavalry retinue from his grandfather Wang Jian!
Gan Luo was speechless again, looked at the boys who were almost younger than Zhao Zihu, it was like nonsense, and said helplessly: "Don't call me prime minister in the future, bring Yijia's money and food tomorrow, and I will help you all together. "

This is to let them pay for the armor themselves, and the Shaofu can help, but they will not use the money and food from the treasury to help officials support their retainers.

The young men were overjoyed, money and food were nothing to them: "We thank Gan Zai... thanks to Gan Shaofu!"

When Zhao Zihu and Gan Luo Yuehao meet tomorrow, they lead the excited cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles to leave.

The teenagers are really excited to have the armor, including Diao Chan who is a girl.

The group returned to Zhao Zihu's felt tent, and while they were drinking and eating meat, they were still talking about the armor, imagining how heroic they would be in the armor, and even pulled out their sabers and danced twice when they were in the mood.

The next day, in the morning.

The teenagers, who had been excited all night, came to Zhao Zihu's felt tent to gather early again. They couldn't help but drag the sleepy Zhao Zihu out of the bed, put on Dr. Daizhao's clothes randomly, and went to find Gan Luo to build armor together.

"My lord, where is this going?"

Han Fei came to give Zhao Zihu a morning lesson, and happened to meet a group of people, so he frowned and blocked the way.

Zhao Zihu had a legitimate reason for skipping class, but he was not afraid of him, and immediately said, "Go to the craftsman's camp to supervise the copying of Feng Chan paintings."

Han Fei frowned when he heard that he was going to do business, and nodded, "In that case, let's go together as a teacher."

"It's impossible."

Zhao Zihu couldn't stop him, so he could only let him go.

Everyone continued to go to Gan Luo's tent.

Han Fei looked around and asked, "Why don't you see Brother Chunyu?"

Zhao Zihu was hesitant, and ran his mouth full of trains: "Perhaps he doesn't like my disciple, so he doesn't want to teach him anymore."

Han Fei: "..."

shit!

The first emperor's edict has been issued, how can they not teach if they don't want to teach?
Han Fei no longer asked this unreasonable disciple, but stretched out his hand to grab Li You, the eldest son of the Li Si family, and asked, "Your nephew, why don't the Confucian scholars come to give you morning lessons today?"

He and Li Si Nai are brothers in the same school, so it is appropriate to call Li You a nephew.

However, Li You was a little ashamed to face it. This open-minded uncle who was almost killed by his father Li Si shook his head and shook his hands and said: "Back to the uncle, it was yesterday that the young master discussed with the Confucian scholars. Postponed until the end of the hour."

Han Fei was even more puzzled: "This group of Confucian disciples are quite well-mannered, especially when it comes to teaching and educating people, but they are even worse than my Legalists. Why are they willing to give in and indulge you?"

"Hey, because they want to change the Feng Chan painting, the young master painted them too ugly, and later the young master lured them to sign the Feng Chan painting..."

Li You honestly told Han Fei what happened yesterday.

Han Fei couldn't help laughing, and smiled after hearing it.

Confucian scholars and others who stick to the rules, met Zhao Zihu, a stubborn tiger with more eyes than lotus root vegetables, they were really manipulated, and they were sold and helped to count the money.

However, reading a joke is a joke.

Zhao Zihu can pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger many times, let a group of Qilu great talents frequently fall into the trap, and play with each other between applause, such cunning inevitably makes him admire him.

In the past, I only saw this stubborn tiger as a coward, and it was useless to have a good eye. Now this is really a serious matter, and it is so effective?
Although they are all crooked ways, but the result is that people have to accept it!
After all, Yingzheng and the group of civil and military officials had nothing to do with those Confucian scholars, and they were often made to lose their temper, but Zhao Zihu was able to control his generation and make all the Confucians endorse Feng Chan in a daze, which is very rare!

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Han Fei pulled Li You away with a slap in the face, and muttered, "Perhaps, if he is really allowed to be the second emperor, he will be no worse than Fusu, the eldest son..."

……

Later, a group of people found Gan Luo, and under the leadership of Gan Luo, they went straight to the craftsman camp.

After all, Zhao Zihu was entrusted with the emperor's mandate. Since he came to Jiangying, there was no reason to only care about his private affairs and disregard the business.

So after entering the craftsman's camp, Zhao Zihu didn't rush to make armors, but first went to see how Nie and Niesheng and his son were doing with the wood carvings.

(End of this chapter)