Good son-in-law of the Ming Dynasty

After standing up, Zhang Yong's tears flickered with an unconcealable surprise.

To be honest, although he was born in Neishutang, he can be regarded as a young man with knowledge, culture and ideals in the palace.As the highest school for eunuchs, Neishutang is taught by at least a bachelor of the Imperial Academy, or even a minister of the cabinet.

The palace also pays attention to family background. There is a saying among foreign officials: no one can be an official unless he is a Jinshi, and no one can be a minister unless he is an imperial scholar.There is also a saying in Da Nei: If you are not from Nei Shutang, you are not allowed to enter the Supervisor of Rituals.

Not only is it a confidential department like the Supervisor of Rituals, but even the management boards of other yamen have to choose people from here.

The main duty of eunuchs is to manage the imperial palace, and the more advanced ones are the personal secretaries of the emperor.

However, so many students graduate from the inner school every year.For a young eunuch like Zhang Yong who has no background, if he wants to become a supervisor, the road ahead is extremely difficult.

If you can lend the opportunity to send manuscripts to Lord Long Live to contact the emperor and the prince every day, with his agility and ability, there are many opportunities in the heart of the emperor.

However, this Su Mu should not be offended. Besides, in the past, if the servant wanted to keep his position, it was kingly to form a relationship with a powerful foreign official.

Zhang Yong looked at Su Mu carefully: "Mr. Su, at your speed, how about [-] words a day?"

"Five thousand!" Su Mu's eyes widened. Even if five thousand words were typed according to the manuscript with the keyboard, it would take an hour.Not to mention transcribing it word by word with a brush, it would be fatal.

Zhang Yong wiped away the tears on his face, probably because he felt that his request was too much.She glanced at Su Mu carefully: "How about... three thousand words."

Su Mu laughed angrily: "Eunuch Zhang, do you know how many manuscripts are needed to write [-] words with a pen?"

"It's not too much." Zhang Yong said with a smile: "When the Lord Long Live ascended the throne in the early years, there was a Wang Shu and Wang Shang in the outer dynasty who wrote articles, which was amazing, but there was a cunning one, and a memorial was eloquent and eloquent. More than 1 words. In fact, apart from singing praises, there is no real content, and the Long Live God scolds his mother. The problem is, this Mr. Wang is still very hardworking, and he will publish a Wanyan book in a few days. Six officials According to the rules, the emperor must read it. After being tossed about by Lord Wang for several years, Long Live Lord really couldn't bear it, so he had to let him go home. Now, the court is finally clean."

Su Mu was so amused by this story that he burst into laughter: "But there is only one Lord Wang in this world, and I don't have that ability."

Seeing Su Mu laughing, Zhang Yong jokingly said: "Your Majesty knows Mr. Su's talent and learning, and so does the crown prince and others in Xiyuan. Three thousand characters is a bit too much, but with Mr. Su's talent and learning, you spend every night In an hour, [-] words is still possible. If there is less, the story will not be complete. Before Zhang Yong just came here, he found a few novels and Shenxiang, and [-] words is exactly one story, just right."

Su Mu didn't expect Zhang Yong to do the preparation work so well, and he was convinced in his heart.People who can leave their names in history have their own success factors.

Shaking his head: "Forget it, it's up to you, two thousand a day."

Zhang Yong rejoiced, bowing again and again: "Thank you, Mr. Su, Zhang Yong."

Su Mu: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, can you write?"

Zhang Yongyi was dumbfounded: "I was born in Xia Nei School, I have studied for a few years, and I know a few words."

Su Mu: "That's good. I'm too lazy to write by myself. You come to me every night. I dictate and you record."

He was annoyed, you Zhang Yong wanted to find trouble for me, Su Mu, and wanted to press for the manuscript.Well, don't be idle, let's do it together!

Su Mu's words caught Zhang Yong's heart. It is a credit to urge the manuscript, and it is a great credit to transcribe it for the Long Live Lord himself.Haha, I know Su Mu's handwriting Long Live. When I see the manuscript, I will inevitably ask who transcribed it.At that time, haha, Your Majesty will remember my name.

He thought it was Su Mu who gave him this face, and he was a little grateful.I thought to myself that there is no such thing as giving people benefits for nothing in this world. It seems that I have to express this matter: "Naturally, naturally, as it should be."

Just do what you said, Zhang Yong sat down before the case and wrote: "Mr. Su, please dictate."

"Okay, listen clearly." Now Su Mu was happy and leisurely, and said slowly with his hands behind his back: "It is said that Concubine Jia will go back to the palace, and she will see you the next day to thank her, and she will play back the matter of returning to the province. Yue. I also sent money, satin, gold and silver, etc., to give to Jia Zheng and the pepper houses, etc., needless to say..."

It is "Dream of Red Mansions" No. 19, full of love and good night flowers to explain the language, meaning lingering and quiet, and the sun and jade are fragrant.

Probably Su Mu still remembered the story, but he added a lot of his own things to the details.

Dictation is always faster than writing in person, but it takes only an hour to finish reading.

Looking back, Zhang Yong had already filled a long paper. He took a long breath and shook his sore wrist: "It can be counted as finished copying, so fast!"

"Eunuch Zhang, you are so fast!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, surprised at the same time.

What surprised Zhang Yong was that this Su Mu was indeed a genius, such a long story, read it all at once, like an endorsement, without any thought at all.This story writing generally pays attention to the beginning, succession and transition, and there are many skills.When most people write something, they have to think twice, and they have to revise after writing.

But the story of this chapter written by Su Mu is very exciting, as if it has been tempered for a long time.

A thought flashed in his mind, and he was deeply shocked: there are really geniuses in this world!

What surprised Su Mu was that this eunuch Zhang could write so fast, judging by his speed, at least fifty words per minute.The speed of computer typing can be regarded as a slow speed. You can use a brush to make it so fast. You must have practiced it before.

This dead eunuch is really amazing.

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Although Su Mu disapproved of Zhang Yong's character, he still admired his talent.

Talented people are always worthy of respect.

His expression also looked good: "By the way, Eunuch Zhang, what was His Highness the Crown Prince doing when he came here just now, today is his first night in Yingtai. Please sit down and have a cup of tea and talk."

"No, it's late at night, and Zhang Yong has an errand tomorrow, so he can't stay for long. His Royal Highness was playing some war chess with Liu Jin and Eunuch Liu in the palace. Speaking of which, the chess invented by Mr. Su is really good. However, this chess game The requirements for chess players are too high, you have to be proficient in astronomy and geography to get started. Now, I guess the prince has already rested!"

Su Mu looked at the deep night outside: "I forgot, the night is already so deep."

The ancients went to bed early, and the royal rules were strict. Even Zhu Houzhao, who was mischievous and mischievous, had to go to bed obediently at nine o'clock in the evening Beijing time.

The prince still has to study tomorrow, and he doesn't know who will give the lecture.

If it's Mr. Wang Jiawang, it's really boring.

Just as he was thinking about it, Zhang Yong took out a small paper bag that he had already prepared from his pocket, and put it gently on the case: "Mr. Su, please give me some kindness."

"Hey, what's going on..."

Before Su Mu could speak, Zhang Yong had already exited the room quickly, unable to scream.

When Su Mu opened the paper bag, there was a small pile of dark things, and he didn't know what it was.

From the looks of it, it should be nothing.

Su Mu didn't take it seriously, and threw it on the table casually.