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Chapter 8 Summoned
Chunyu became more sullen, and after walking out of the palace gate, he didn't say a word.

Today, the Confucian school in the court suffered heavy losses, and the attitude of the young master Fusu has become ambiguous, and the trust in Confucianism is completely different from before.

Fu Su didn't care about Chunyu Yue's thoughts at all, but Ying Zheng's reward was interesting.

""Book of Shang Jun"?!" Fusu murmured.

Recalling Ying Zheng's award to him in the court just now, Fu Su keenly noticed that Ying Zheng's attitude towards him seemed to have changed slightly.

This kind of reward is undoubtedly much poorer than Zhang Han, but the profound meaning contained in it is far from being comparable.

Qin Yin's system of farming and warfare is invincible in the world, and "Book of Shang Jun" is the general compilation of Shang Yang's reforms in the past, and it has a very special meaning.

While he was thinking, a shrill voice sounded beside Fusu's ear, "Your Highness, please stay."

Fusu glanced back, and an eunuch ran towards him with small steps.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty has an order to call you to meet him." After the eunuch finished speaking, he led Fusu towards the palace gate.

Fusu followed closely behind, and Fusu naturally expected Yingzheng's reaction.

Ying Zheng, who was about to go crazy thinking about immortality, heard that he had dreamed of meeting a fairy, and he was probably impatient.

"Dare to ask the father-in-law's name?" Fusu asked softly.

A look of surprise flashed across the eunuch's face, he heard from many old people in the palace that the young master Fusu always looked down on eunuchs like them.

But looking at what Fusu is doing now, how can he be underestimated?

The eunuch immediately said: "I don't dare to spoil the son's ears with a humble name, the maidservant's surname was Han before entering the palace."

"Eunuch Han, how is your father's appetite these two days?" Fusu looked around and carefully stuffed a piece of gold into Han Chang's sleeve.

Fusu had long thought of using money to win over the people around Yingzheng.

It doesn't need much, just one person is enough, and some information can be handed over at critical moments, and the money will be well spent.

Han Chang looked around before accepting the gold, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, His Majesty has been unhappy for the past two days, and he hasn't eaten for a few days!"

The corners of Fusu's mouth curled up slightly, as expected!
The fleeing of Hou Sheng and Lu Sheng dealt a severe blow to Ying Zheng!Originally, Ying Zheng pointed out that these two people could get him the elixir of life, but in the end, it was nothing.

"Eunuch Han, you go and report to His Majesty first, I will go to the imperial dining room."

Han Changdao: "Your Highness, don't be in a hurry. Your Majesty has just summoned Zhang Han, the Shaofu Shaojian, and it will take a while. But your Highness, hurry up."

"Thank you for the reminder, father-in-law." Fusu cupped his hands slightly, and immediately rushed to the direction of the imperial dining room.

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Ying Zheng stared at Zhang Han, and asked, "Aiqing, what did Fu Su say when he asked you?"

Zhang Han didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately said: "Qizou Your Majesty, on that day, Young Master Fusu told his ministers that he dreamed of meeting an immortal, and wanted to report to His Majesty immediately, but he felt a little Meng Lang, so he asked me to borrow some people to wait for the creation Come out and report to His Majesty."

"Really?"

Zhang Han immediately knelt down on the ground and said, "I dare not hide it from Your Majesty, that's what Young Master Fusu said back then."

Ying Zheng stroked his beard lightly, and said, "Since that's the case, the craftsmen you dispatched are already familiar with the process of making paper, so I entrust you with full power to make paper."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, I will live up to your Majesty's trust."

Zhang Han walked out of the palace, looking at the white and crystal-clear white paper in his hand, the smile on his face could not be dissipated for a long time.

The fat job of papermaking finally fell to Zhang Han. From the moment when the role of white paper first appeared, Zhang Han understood that if he finally took charge of this job, it would be enough to make Shaofu's books more than [-] yuan per year. Enter [-] million yuan.

With this political achievement alone, he can almost walk sideways in the Shaofu, and no one is afraid except the Shaofu order.

After explaining the matter to Zhang Han, Ying Zheng realized that Fusu hadn't come yet, so he couldn't help asking, "Han Chang, I asked you to call Fusu, where are the Fusu people?"

Han Changdao: "Originally His Highness came here, but on the way, he heard that His Majesty's appetite has not been good for the past two days, so he ran to the imperial dining room."

"What's the point?!" Ying Zheng angrily threw the bamboo slips in his hand.

A majestic young master of the Qin Dynasty actually went to work as a cook, no wonder Ying Zheng would be so angry...

Just as Ying Zheng was about to explode, he suddenly smelled a scent that hit his nostrils. This smell was something he had never experienced before. In an instant, Ying Zheng's anger was reduced by half.

Ying Zheng asked the people around him, "What's the smell? It smells so good!!!" As he spoke, he got up and searched for the source of the smell.

Before reaching the door, Fusu ordered two people to walk in holding a small Fang Ding, the source of the smell was emanating from Fang Ding.

"Fusu, what's in this tripod?" Ying Zheng's anger turned into deep doubts at this moment.

Fusu lifted the lid, and instantly the fragrance overflowed, and the heat in the cauldron was boiling. Fusu said: "Father, Fang Dingzhong's famous name is Quhanjiaoer Decoction. My son heard that the father's appetite was low, and he remembered some health preservation given by the fairy in the dream. Therefore, I made this soup to honor my father."

"Oh?"

After Ying Zheng listened, he immediately placed Fang Ding in front of him and began to eat.

After drinking the last drop of mutton soup in Fang Ding, Ying Zheng caressed his belly happily, sweating profusely.The aftertaste of Fang Ding's delicate ears is still in Ying Zheng's mouth.

"Fusu, how do you make this cold-dispelling jiaoer soup?"

Fusu replied respectfully: "Father, the production of this dish is not complicated. Just now, during the production process of my son, I asked the imperial chef to observe carefully. .. and all that is needed is some mutton, and wheat flour."

Ying Zheng gave a light "um", and pretended to ask casually, "Fusu, you said you met a fairy in your dream, what does that fairy look like?"

Fusu knelt down immediately, and said: "Please forgive me for the crime of deceiving the emperor in the court, I did dream of meeting an immortal, but the appearance of the immortal is not like a child with white hair, but is very similar to us and other Xia people. , and this son is not dreaming of meeting a fairy."

"Forgive you for your innocence, Fusu, please explain carefully." Ying Zheng looked at Fusu expectantly.

Sure enough, when it came to immortals, Ying Zheng's IQ dropped directly to a negative number. Otherwise, those alchemists wouldn't have cheated the first emperor of hundreds of thousands of gold back and forth, and Ying Zheng still firmly believed in it.

Fusu, who came from the soul of later generations, fooled Yingzheng, who was already in the pit at this time, it was not easy!
"Reporting to my father, my son dreamed that there was a fairy named Shennong who planted rice in the fields and could produce ten thousand catties per mu. There was a god named 'High-speed Railway', which departed from Xianyang and reached Lingnan in two hours. There is a magic weapon that can turn the entire city into flying ash in an instant..."

(End of this chapter)