Qin Hu

Chapter 38 Compared with this one, the First Emperor is truly a benevolent monarch!
"Good! Great good!"

"I'll write the memorial later, please credit for you!"

Zhao Zihu held a photocopy of Feng Chan's painting with wet ink in both hands, and praised it while looking at it.

The master ink maker, as well as the father and son master craftsmen who were in charge of the engraving, were overjoyed and said: "Thank you for your understanding, young master!"

Zhao Zihu nodded, handed the Feng Chan painting to Gan Luo, looked around at the set of printing guys, and said after a while: "If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. These two linen balls, roll around. It’s not very useful to go.”

"Prime Minister Gan, you can order a carpenter to make two rollers as thick and long as forearms. A thin hole is drilled in the middle of the cylinder, and a crutch-shaped iron bar is pierced to serve as a handle roller. Then wrap the outside of the cylinder with several layers of thick linen. ..."

"In this way, when printing ink for engraving, the roller is stained with ink, and it can be rolled back and forth. The same is true when laying silk cloth and compacting rubbing. Wouldn't it be better to use a clean roller to roll back and forth than sackcloth balls?" ?”

Gan Luo and the master craftsmen nodded their heads again and again and said, "Young Master Qisi, this is indeed a useful tool, and we must make more!"

Zhao Zihu waved his hands and said: "Then you can start working, and you will print a thousand Feng Chan paintings later, and I will come to check and accept them, and there will definitely be rewards at that time."

"only."

All the craftsmen in the tent excitedly bowed their hands to accept orders.

Zhao Zihu said no more, turned around and was about to leave the tent, and Gan Luo saw him off behind him.

However, when he walked to the door of the tent, Zhao Zihu suddenly remembered something, stopped and asked Gan Luo: "Prime Minister Gan, were you present when the father climbed Mount Tai to worship heaven?"

Gan Luo nodded: "Yes."

Zhao Zihu pointed to the photocopied painting of Feng Chan in his hand, and instructed: "Follow the painting method of this Feng Chan painting of offering sacrifices to the earth, and then you can find an artist to draw a painting of Feng Chan offering sacrifices to the heavens according to the scene of offering sacrifices to the heavens." ..."

"After the painting is finished, it is also engraved into a block, and a thousand copies are rubbed out..."

"By the way, remember to tell the painter to focus on the painting of offering sacrifices to heaven and enshrining Zen. There are no Confucian scholars present during the sacrifice to heaven. If it is really difficult to perform, then leave a blank space where the officials stand and write Write a few words, Qilu Confucian scholars did not go!"

Gan Luo didn't understand at first, why did he have to spend manpower and material resources to draw another painting of offering sacrifices to heaven and enshrining Zen.

It wasn't until he heard the last few sentences that he suddenly realized, and then nodded with a strange expression to express his understanding.

Han Fei and Zhao Tuo were beside them, grinning and smiling.

If in the future the two paintings of enshrining Zen are published all over the world at the same time, posted in county pavilions, counties, and townships, and then called together with documents, Qilu Confucian scholars will be caught blind, and it will become a well-known model in the world.

Confucian scholars in Qilu did not cooperate with the first emperor to enshrine Zen, and they tried to evade all kinds of excuses, so that the first emperor abandoned them and climbed Mount Tai to enshrine Zen and sacrifice to heaven.

However, when the first emperor was approved by the Haotian God and sent down the rain to show auspiciousness, the Confucian scholars in Qilu regretted it again. The next day, they went to Liangfu Mountain to enshrine the Zen and signed the painting.

In this way, the First Emperor, who was set off, was actually the destiny of heaven, and the Qilu Confucian scholars followed the will of heaven!
In short, Qilu Confucian scholars have become like children and have been set up as a model. Even with [-] mouths, they can't explain it clearly!

Zhao Zihu's combination of punches can be regarded as a random punch to kill the old masters. I don't know if Chun Yuyue and other Confucian scholars will take private revenge and make trouble for him when they teach him again...

"You are really not afraid that Confucian scholars will chop you up with random swords."

After everyone left the tent, Han Fei couldn't help but tease Zhao Zihu.

Zhao Zihu curled his lips: "They are the ministers of the Great Qin Dynasty, and they eat the emperor's salary and loyalty to the emperor. What's the sacrifice of the roll call?"

"If you don't have this awareness, don't be a courtier."

"Eating the people's salaries all day long, but not thinking about making the world a better place, only focusing on dragging the feet. If such a courtier gives me discipline, I will chop them up a hundred times a day! Continue chopping up the next day!"

Han Fei: "..."

Zhao Tuo: "..."

Compared with this one, Shi Huangdi can endure Confucian scholars jumping up and down, he is truly a benevolent monarch!

"Let's go, let's not talk about these unhappy things, let's go to the blacksmith and order some armor and weapons for Zilong and [-] generals."

Zhao Zihu climbed on the tall and handsome bay red horse of the Western Regions, and led the people to the towering windmill in the distance.

Zhao Tuo urged his horse to follow and said, "My lord, there are only one hundred and two gentlemen, and I only have one hundred and three, not one hundred and eight."

Zhao Zihu smacked his mouth and said: "There are not 13 cold-blooded thirteen eagles yet, isn't it still called the cold-blooded thirteen eagles, this is an auspicious number, don't take it too seriously."

"Furthermore, when I say one hundred and eight generals, I am particular about them. They correspond to the constellations, 36 heavenly gangs, and 72 earth evil spirits. Each of them has their own opinions..."

"For example, these 36 Tiangang..."

"Another example is the 72 Earth Sha..."

Zhao Zihu was a stuffy engineering dog in his previous life, and he didn't have many hobbies, but he was obsessed with the love and hatred of Water Margin. One hundred and eight generals are like a treasure, which is better than serious history.

When you ask Zhang Liang and Han Xin where his hometown is, he looks dull.

If you ask him what the abilities of the evil spirits are, he can talk endlessly, and his lips will blister.

"Tomorrow, let's hold a big martial arts competition, and arrange the seats for the gentlemen. It will be clear at a glance who is Tiangang and who is Earth Sha. If you are not convinced, practice for another two months, and re-rank the ranking!"

Zhao Zihu saw the blacksmith workshop, and finally stopped talking, and proposed to Zhao Tuo.

Zhao Tuo was dumbfounded, nodded in a daze and said, "It's all up to the young master's arrangement."

Now, he firmly believed in Zhao Zihu's divination skills, otherwise how could he know so much about the stars in the sky.

Although he only half understood what he heard, he didn't know whether it was true or not.

However, it is very unclear!
"Hey, brother is here..."

Diao Chan, Hu Hai and the others emerged from the blacksmith's shed and greeted Zhao Zihu.

Zhao Zihu was still wondering why he didn't see them today. It turned out that they came to the blacksmith's shed together.

Don't even think about it, I must be thinking about making the armor as soon as possible, so that I can wear it to show off!
Zhao Zihu pretended to be angry and said: "Why don't you call me brother when you come here?"

Hu Hai said embarrassingly: "We went to look for our elder brother, but we didn't bother him when we saw that he was sleeping soundly. Otherwise, if he got angry when he got up, we would be the ones who were beaten..."

"Is the horse my brother is riding the blood rabbit of my father?"

At the end of his speech, he suddenly turned around and asked excitedly.

Zhao Zihu nodded hesitantly: "Exactly, from now on it will not be called a blood rabbit, but a red rabbit horse!"

Diao Chan answered, "Isn't that Lu Bu's mount?"

Zhao Zihu grinned: "Lu Bu's mount is Diao Chan."

"..."

Diao Chan rolled her eyes, then pointed at the big windmill and said, "Brother, who do you think is that?"

Zhao Zihu followed her fingers to look, and couldn't help being taken aback...it's the future daughter-in-law, familiar sister の Xiang Liyue!
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PS: I asked the editor today and said that it will enter the third round of recommendation next week, thank you for your support!It’s just that the follow-up readings are still quite small, say only about [-]… It seems that the fourth and fifth rounds are a bit overhanging.Well, resign yourself to fate!The last book was ordered in the early [-]s. Although it was not very ideal in the end, we still wrote that the high-end order was not a big deal. The problem is not big. We are a group of stable minds!
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