Chapter Forty-Eight: The Guests Who Were Tricked Again

Yesterday's court meeting lasted a full day, and people already felt that it was exciting enough.

After all, the so-called Arabic numerals, if completely integrated into the life and writing of the Tang people, will be a huge change, one day, Chang'an City does not know how many people rushed away from all over the country, spreading this message.

However, today, His Majesty has come up with something that shocked everyone as well.

The magic pen called "gel pen", which can be written anytime and anywhere without grinding ink, can be carried with you at any time, and can write tens of thousands of words.

Because the pen is slender, a lot of content can be written on an ordinary piece of paper, and it can be said that the advantage is too great.

As soon as His Majesty's voice fell, the courtiers began to discuss it, and people seemed to see the grand occasion of the popularization of this pen.

From now on, the scholars of the poor family will no longer worry about not being able to afford pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and from now on, the cumbersome documents and Arabic numerals will be unprecedentedly streamlined, and the documents and materials will be continuously condensed.

Personally, when traveling, you can record, copy and write at will, and you no longer need to carry pen and ink with your subordinates at any time.

Unlike yesterday's controversy, today's court was particularly lively, but the voices were unanimous, and the courtiers and doctors all expressed their support.

Even the generals are applauding, if you want to say that they are impatient with the brush words, they are considered pioneers, wouldn't it be too convenient to have this thing to write if you want to?

"I'm the first to approve of this gel pen to be promoted!"

Cheng Yanjin walked out triumphantly, he came back from a hangover last night, and he was stunned to write and draw a lot on the paper.

Isn't it much more comfortable than before, don't look at him is actually from a big family, but he really can't be patient with writing, he has to wait for a long time to study ink, and he has to write slowly, and he has to pretend to be calm, and he often writes with a belly of fire.

The generals had no reason to object, and those who marched and fought liked such simple and crude things that could be effective, and they all admired them very much.

The Tang Dynasty was open-minded, far less pedantic and conservative than some later dynasties, and after Li Er promised to distribute gel pens to the ministers of the court today, the court was full of joy.

"Speaking of which, this gel pen was also invented by Chen Chu, and the imperial court is only responsible for the distribution of basic pens, if there is more demand, you can go to the Chen Club to try your luck, maybe there will be excess stock there."

At this time, the eldest grandson Wuji stood up and hinted that if everyone was not enough, if the protégés of the family and children needed it, they could go to Chen Chu to find a way.

After all, Li Er and they can't ask Chen Chu for a gel pen without limit, they want more other things, and if the pen is not enough, you can find a way by yourself, don't waste their extra favor.

Hou Junji stood in the queue, and his eyes suddenly went dark.

He kind of understood, this Manchu dynasty official, it seems that many people have some friendship with this Chen Chu, but he doesn't know what is going on from beginning to end.

He shouted at Chen Chu yesterday, and he didn't know how these people were laughing at him in their hearts.

Thinking of this, his fists couldn't help but clench heavily, and his desire for the gel pen instantly faded.

"Okay, let's continue yesterday's topic, who are the ones who have confidence in themselves and are willing to come out and challenge this Arabic numeral memory contest?"

"I'll tell you about the rewards in advance, in addition to my own rewards, the winners and the best can also get a laundry detergent ranging from one or two to three taels, dried chili peppers and potatoes."

Li Er said with a smile, anyway, he still has some of these things left, which can be used to reward the ministers, and this time is the right time.

When the time comes, I'll ask Chen Chu if it's used up, and he can confidently say that it's all to promote your Arabic numerals.

All the courtiers were happy in their hearts, especially some of the petty officials of the fifth grade, after going back yesterday, they had memorized this Arabic numeral all night, and they were almost delirious, just waiting for today's performance.

All of a sudden, people enthusiastically signed up, and the atmosphere in the court was warm.

As the guards uncovered the paper on the sign they raised, there were contents inside, some of which were Arabic numerals and some of which were Chinese characters, and all they had to do was translate each other.

And each time there are ten questions, the excellent ones finally select the winners, and Li Er and they played all morning.

The direct consequence of this is that some of the big guys who haven't done any homework since they went back yesterday have almost memorized these one-to-one ghost drawings.

After the next dynasty, some officials rushed straight towards the Chen clubhouse with great interest, and even the subordinates didn't have time to call, for fear that they would be preempted by their colleagues if they went late.

They bet that there are extra gel pens in Chen's Club, and if they can get a few for themselves, they will make money.

After the court meeting, documents on the promotion of the use of Arabic numerals began to appear and sent to the world, and the entire Chang'an City began a vigorous trend of learning ghost drawings.

A plaque was hung up at the Chan's Clubhouse early this morning.

Anyone who can't recognize the Arabic numerals on it is not allowed to enter, and the door cannot be entered, so naturally they cannot eat.

And what made people beat their chests angrily was that at this time, Yuzhu took out two large bags of twenty-four rolls of rolling paper.

"My master said it! The 24 guests who came first by recognizing the Arabic numerals could each purchase a roll of paper! ”

Many people who are waiting for the opportunity to roll paper to die, have the heart to commit suicide at this moment, what special Arabic numerals, I just heard that the imperial court began to promote, who knows this thing!

All of a sudden, there was a sea of people outside the Chen Clubhouse, everyone wanted to roll paper, no one could recognize Arabic numerals, and no one could get in.

And at the moment, the first batch of court officials rushed to the front and back, and were ecstatic to find that there were still seven or eight remaining places on this roll of paper!

In ecstasy, they naturally passed the test, and happily either took out money, or temporarily kept accounts, and used their belongings as collateral to obtain the rolling paper.

The food in the Chen Clubhouse was presented, the singing and dancing reappeared, and how many people were ecstatic and how many people were heartbroken.

"May I ask Miss Yuzhu, are there any gel pens for sale here?" How much, how much do we want! ”

After getting the roll paper, everyone asked about the business, the gel pen was also invented by the owner here, it was too good, they must come and go here from time to time in the future, and strive to be familiar with the master here.

Isn't the probability of them getting these good things in the future much larger than ordinary people?

"My master said, from today onwards, twenty gel pens will be provided in the club every day, and each person is limited to one pen, the price is consistent, you are very lucky, and now I will go and get it for you."

Yuzhu's words made several people happy in their hearts, and double happiness came to the door, they really didn't waste their all-out sprint.

They went down to the court and ran away in disregard of etiquette, and were despised by some colleagues for this, so why do you continue to despise it, and now I envy you to death.

Chen Chu actually wants to sell a hundred gel pens every day and make a big contribution to the reform of Datang's pens, but the problem is that he can't afford to complain, so he should save for other good things.

The other guests who came in first didn't know what a gel pen was, but it didn't prevent them from quickly paying for it.