On these two or three pieces of paper, more than 1,000 words were sprinkled, almost all of which were scolding Shuo Fangjiedu for making Kang Dongping, controlling Lingzhou, supporting the army and respecting themselves, and bringing disaster to the country and the people!

The article even faintly mentioned the Concubine Kang who was spoiled by the Son of Heaven to the extreme, but after all, it was a family affair of the Son of Heaven, even Lin Yuanda didn't dare to mention it too much, just brushed it off.

At the end of the article, a sentence is quite eye-catching.

"Shuo Fang is in the Great Zhou, it has become an abscess instead of ringworm scabies, and it is not too late to suck the sores and pus at this time."

"Armed with a sharp weapon, the murderous intention has begun, the three-year-old child has crossed the market with a knife, and he also has a fierce appearance, not to mention the thief?"

An article, written smoothly, to the effect that the general Kang Dongping was not only becoming more and more arrogant, but also that the Kang family had the capital to rebel after more than ten years of commanding the Shuo Fang army.

Using the four words of carrying sharp weapons to describe Kang Dongping can not be said to be unreprimanding.

What's more, there is even a signature of Lin Jian at the end of the article!

Lin Zhao held these blank pieces of paper in his hand, looked at them back and forth, and was stunned for a while.

In comparison, Boss Xie, who was standing on the side, was much more indifferent, he looked at Lin Zhao's expression, and said with a smile: "Don't be so surprised, it's normal for a reader to pick up a pen and scold people, but it's not very common to not only scold people like this, but also make a set of engravings to print out and scold people." ”

Lin Zhao pointed to the last signature and looked at Xie Sanyuan: "Don't the owner recognize Yuan Dagong?" ”

"Our Tanhualang in Yuezhou, who in Yuezhou City doesn't recognize it?"

Xie Sanyuan smiled and said: "It is our honor for Tanhualang to patronize our bookstore, tomorrow you will watch the bookstore by yourself, and I will personally go to the workshop to make plates for Lin Tanhua." ”

Lin Zhao had been working in Sanyuan Bookstore for seven or eight days, and at this time he had already won Xie Sanyuan's trust, and he was willing to let him look at the store alone.

It was already evening at this time, Lin Zhao handed the cleared account book to Xie Sanyuan, then closed the store, bought some food on the street, and went home.

After returning home, Lin Zhao hesitated for a moment, and then mentioned Lin Jian's essay to condemn Kang Dongping with Zhao Xie.

That General Kang is now extremely powerful in the imperial court, and the idle prime minister does not dare to provoke him easily, let alone a household servant who is already idle at home.

Zhao Xie shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Yuan Dagong is still too upright, offending Kang Dongping head-on, it may not be as simple as assassination in the dark, annoying Kang Dongping, he may write to participate in Yuan Dagong's false accusation, he has Kang Guifei behind him, if the Son of Heaven ......"

Speaking of this, Zhao Xie looked up at Lin Zhao, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Little boy, why don't you go to Lin Mansion again and persuade Yuan Dagong?" ”

"How can I persuade him?"

Lin Zhao glanced at Zhao Xie and said angrily: "Today has been three days since I last went to the Lin Mansion, and Uncle Seventh still wants to do this after thinking about it for three whole days, it can be seen that he has made up his mind, once a person like him has made up his mind, how can others persuade him?" ”

Zhao Xie's face was solemn.

"I want to write a letter to my family, asking them to go to Chang'an to investigate the situation, and if there is any trouble, I can inform Yuan Dagong in advance."

Zhaojiazhai in Funiu Mountain, with two or three thousand people, is not a village in the traditional sense, but more like a Jianghu sect with great ability.

As he spoke, Zhao Xie asked Lin Zhao to prepare pen and ink for him.

At this time, Lin Sanlang was no longer as poor as when he first entered Yuezhou City, and after getting more than 100 yuan from Zhao Xie, he bought some good pen, ink, paper, and inkstones in Yuezhou City, bidding farewell to the poor days of writing on straw paper before.

He put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of Zhao Xie, and then looked at the tall swordsman, holding the brush extremely awkwardly......

Yes, it turned out to be illiterate.

Lin Zhao shook his head, took the brush from his hand, dragged the paper in front of him, and said angrily: "You said that I would write, write a letter for fifty yuan." ”

Zhao Xie happily accepted, coughed and began to dictate.

After writing the letter, Lin Zhao no longer paid attention to Zhao Xie, but squatted on the door frame, picked up the jujube wood he bought in the market yesterday, and began to carve words on the jujube wood with a carving knife.

These jujube wood were sawn into small squares, only about a finger wide, and the wood was hard, it was quite difficult to engrave on them, Lin Zhao had carved them all day, and he had not succeeded in carving them once.

But he didn't care, he had never been in contact with the craft of carving, and he couldn't enter the workshop of Sanyuan Bookstore to learn for the time being, so he could only figure it out little by little.

Now that he has money, he doesn't have to worry about rent and other issues, and he has time to get this, and when he gets this out, he can officially start making his first pot of gold in this world.

Zhao Xie's injury was a two-inch-long wound cut on his back, after a few days of recuperation, it was already much better than when he first arrived at Lin Zhao, and he could even barely get off the ground, he walked down from the bed, walked to Lin Zhao's side, and looked at this busy young man with some curiosity.

"What are you doing, little boy?"

Lin Zhao didn't listen to the movements in his hand, and said lightly: "I'm making money." ”

Zhao Xie looked at the small wooden block in Lin Zhao's hand with some surprise, and asked, "How can this make money?" ”

"If you make it, you can make money."

At this time, it was already dark, and the young man turned on the light and carved little by little on the jujube wood the Yin script he had learned in the Sanyuan bookstore during the day.

Time flies quickly, and half a month has passed in a blink of an eye.

At this time, Yuezhou City has entered March, the weather is slowly warming, Lin Zhao still goes to work in Sanyuan Bookstore during the day, and goes back to his nest to carve jujube wood at night, after half a month of trying, he has carved out dozens of words with a shape, and so on to carve out the commonly used words, the first set of movable type molds will become.

That evening, Lin Zhao walked towards his nest as usual, and after walking to the door, he heard the sound of conversation coming from the room.

After listening to it for a while, he found that he knew both voices, so Lin Zhao also breathed a sigh of relief and reached out and knocked on the door.

Zhao Xie, whose injuries had healed fifty or sixty percent, opened the door for Lin Zhao, Lin Zhao looked behind the big man, and sure enough, he saw a thin middle-aged man standing in his room.

Lin Zhao hurriedly walked up, bowed his head to the middle-aged man and saluted: "Nephew Lin Zhao, I have seen the seventh uncle." ”

This middle-aged man is none other than Lin Jian Lin Yuanda.

At this time, he held two pieces of jujube wood carved by Zhao in his hand, and was watching carefully under the candlelight.

After hearing Lin Zhao's voice, he put down the jujube wood in his hand and smiled on his face: "San Lang is back." ”

Lin Zhao smiled bitterly: "Seventh Uncle, you originally offended that General Kang, and some time ago you wrote a text to denounce Shuo Fangjun, that General Kang will definitely refuse to give up, and Seventh Uncle left the Lin family mansion alone, it is too dangerous......"

Lin Jian smiled.

"Don't worry, I came out the back door alone after dark, and no one saw me coming to you."

"Besides, now, Kang Dongping doesn't dare to kill me."

This Yuan Dagong laughed: "I went to join him, he only dared to send someone to kill me this year, and now the article I wrote has been circulated in Chang'an City, if he wants to kill me, I'm afraid it will have to wait until next year." ”

Lin Zhao was stunned at first, and then quickly figured out what it meant.

Last year, Lin Jian wrote a book to participate in Kang Dongping, and then returned to his hometown, Kang Dongping was afraid of the influence, and did not dare to attack Lin Jian immediately, and he dared to send someone to assassinate him until he waited for a year.

At the very least, it is difficult to escape suspicion.

Although there is some truth in doing this, it is still a bit risky, Lin Zhao shook his head and said: "Having said that, Uncle Seven, you are still ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Lin Jian.

This Yuan Dagong held two carved jujube trees in his hands and asked Lin Zhao.

"San Lang, what is this?"