Maybe it's the inheritance from the bones, the people in this land are good teachers, which is vividly reflected in Fan Yu.

Along the way, Fan Yu told him left and right, and he thought of everything in detail, and even the time to deliver meals every day was considered.

Fan Yu's performance made the heart of the wilderness hot, maybe only in this simple era, will someone open the door to strangers who are on the edge of one side, and enthusiastically solve the problem of clothing, food, housing and transportation.

For Fan Yu, Huang is very grateful.

It's not that he didn't think about inviting Fan Yu to Qin, and after more than a month of getting along, he knew that Fan Yu was talented, and governing the country was no longer a problem.

It's just that he also knows Fan Yu's character, he is Zhou Chen, and he has been in this life.

If Zhou died one day, he would not be a second minister, but would only die of old age in the mountains and forests.

He has the discipline of this era, the celebrity and the pride unique to the courtiers of this era.

Walking to the door of the storage room, Fan Yu 'creaked' and pushed open the bronze and wooden door of the storage room, and a burst of dust greeted him.

"National teacher, the storage room is full of parchment rolls and bamboo slips, etc., which are easy to be lit by open flames, and at night, someone will send wind lanterns."

Fan Yu waved his hand, fanned away the dust in the air, and pointed to the lampstand in the storage room: "You can light the lamp inside at night, remember to bring the lampshade." ”

"There will be a scribe who will add lamp oil in a while......"

Walking into the storage room, Huang turned around and saluted Fan Yu heavily: "Doctor, there is work." ”

Great grace is not grateful.

Fan Yu's verbal thanks for his kindness could not be reciprocated at all.

What's more, Huang has always believed that for this Xie, you should say less, at least before saying it, you must think clearly and be cautious.

Because Xie Zi said too much, it lost its original meaning.

Seeing Arashi walk into the storage room, and then close the door, Fan Yu's eyes were full of anticipation, from the conversation for more than a month, he could feel that Araku was knowledgeable.

And such a knowledgeable, amazing, and studious teenager will inevitably become famous in the future.

As soon as he thought of this, Fan Yu was full of expectations for the Qin State, and he believed that with such a person as Huang as the national teacher, Qin would never be silent.

Walking into the storage room, the windows were opened one by one, and the light came in, and the room was bright and visible.

In the storage room, there are rows of bookshelves, on which are placed parchment scrolls, tortoise shells, bronze sheets, and piles of bamboo slips in cloth bags.

On the ground, the shelves were covered with dust, and even the shelves were covered in cobwebs.

Books are dusty, no wonder the Zhou royal family has fallen to this day.

Frowning, Araku found tools and began to disturb, the room was full of dust, and he was afraid that he would be choked to death sooner or later.

The storage room was very large, and he only disturbed the place where the books were kept, and as for the other collection areas, he did not go there.

After two hours, the storage room was clean, and he took a sip of water from the water bag, then found a place to sit down, and took a scroll of bamboo slips along the bookshelf to look through.

The area of the storage room is too large, the bamboo slips are vast, and there is no way to find Lao Tzu's handwriting, so you can only use stupid methods.

After all, the master has the style of the master, and Lao Tzu's hand scroll may not be sorted together, or it may be just a casual one at that time.

Therefore, only a stupid way is the best way at the moment.

So, I calmed down and studied hard.

The speed of reading is not fast, only when he completely remembers and understands, he will change to the next volume, and it has always been like this.

At the end of the day, the bookshelves in front of the desert were empty, and there were many bamboo slips piled up on the desk and on the ground, as high as a hill.

Araku moved his hands and feet, then returned the bamboo slips one by one, moved the bookcase to the next shelf, and went to eat.

……

Oak Yang.

The afterglow of the setting sun shrouded the heavens and the earth, and the oak sun city wall exuded a dark luster. The walls are stacked with black boulders, cold and sinister.

The Qin people admired black.

A group of merchants took advantage of the sunset to enter Liyang City, and at the same time, the caravan led by Jing Jian also returned to Liyang.

After running for several months, Jing Jian brought a lot of benefits, and it also gave Qin Guo more time to turn around.

The Qin State slowly survived the catastrophe, which made Yingquliang breathe a sigh of relief.

In particular, Gongzi Wei succeeded his uncle as the prime minister of Wei, opened the door to Xue's great merchant Yiyuan, and sold all the outdated weapons and chariots hoarded by Wei to Yiyuan.

Similarly, the Sun Chamber of Commerce also brought a batch of weapons, salt, and iron to Liyang, and for a while, the pressure at home and abroad in Qin was reduced a lot.

After the handover in the treasury, Yang saw Yingquliang who was busy, and hurriedly saluted Yingquliang: "The director of the Sun Chamber of Commerce, Yang, I have seen the king." ”

"What the king wanted, the national teacher has done everything, entrusted it to be transported to Liyang, and now it is all handed over to the treasury."

While speaking, Yang took out a silk book from his sleeve, and handed a bamboo slip to Hei Bo: "Your Excellency, the bamboo slip is a record of the borrowed materials, and the silk book is also a letter from the national teacher to the king." ”

"There is labor."

Yingqu Liang motioned to Hei Bo to accept it, and then solemnly said to the central government, "This time, there is a labor in charge, the director has worked hard for Qin, and when the national teacher comes back, he will have a reward for himself." ”

"For the country's merits, Qin will not hesitate to reward."

Hearing this, Yang bowed his head: "Your Majesty, Yang is originally a Qin person, entrusted by the national teacher, to run around for Qin, and he should not work hard." ”

"As the national teacher said: everything is for Daqin!"

"For Daqin!"

muttered, Yingquliang was deeply shocked, he used to respect the wilderness because of the shocking words of the wilderness at that time, and the talent of the wilderness in the process of getting along.

Later, Araku amazed him again and again, and it was only because of his talent.

However, this time, what shook Yingquliang's heart was the character of the wilderness.

Yang is gone.

Yingqu Liang opened the bamboo slip, browsed it carefully, and then looked at Hei Bo: "Hei Bo, you go to the treasury to count, this is the Qin people to save their lives, who dares to be greedy for ink, kill." ”

"No."

After Hei Bo left, Yingqu Liang picked up the silk book, and after reading it, handed it to Ying Qian, who frowned after reading it.

"Qu Liang, the situation of Zhou Wangji is not much better than that of my Qin State, this is the national teacher?"

After taking a sip of herbal tea, Yingquliang chuckled: "Big brother, have you forgotten?" The national teacher often stayed in the public library in Liyang, and most of the books in it were read by the national teacher. ”

"This time, the national teacher stayed in Luoyang, the time has not been decided, and it is obvious that his target should be the guard room of the Zhou royal family."

Ying Qian was puzzled, and after half a sound: "What the national teacher has learned is mixed, he seems to know a little bit of everything, and he is not good at anything......"

"Haha, that's the former national teacher."

Ying Quliang glanced at Ying Qian, he knew that Ying Qian was busy and didn't notice the changes in the barren body: "Since the last time I came out of the Liyang Library, the aura of a wise man in the national teacher has become more and more intense. ”

"A few days ago, I met an old man, a descendant of the Baili clan, and the breath of the national teacher is not much more than that of the old man."