"Father, I don't know what happened to me?"

After Zhang He saluted, he asked softly. From childhood to adulthood, the image of Zhang Zhaoyan's father was deeply engraved in his heart, although he had not been beaten for two or three years, but in front of his father, he was still cautious, far less open than Zhang Han.

"Have you told anyone about this?" Zhang Zhao asked gently with a calm face.

Glancing at the box placed in front of Zhang Zhao, Zhang He replied in a low voice, "No." The day before yesterday, I slept in Wang's room, Xiaohan came to find him, and told him about it, and he came to tell his father early yesterday morning, and he didn't talk about it with others. ”

After thinking for a while, he continued, "When Xiao Han came to talk about this, Liu Wenbiao was guarding outside, but he was guarding in the distance, so he shouldn't know about it, he only knew about such a box. ”

Zhang Zhao's face remained unchanged, and his eyes flashed, so it was not a big problem, "That's good, don't tell others in the future." Remember! Nothing happened to you when you went home, and you should not inquire about it in the future. ”

"Yes, I see."

Zhang He understood what his father meant, anyway, he was an official and couldn't help, so he simply didn't let him know, lest he talk away.

After explaining his son, Zhang He spoke to Zhang Wang. He is very satisfied with this daughter-in-law, who is a good housekeeper, respects his in-laws, and speaks much gently.

"Wang, I recently got a book on agriculture, which seems to make some sense. You quietly find someone to give it a try, the scale does not have to be large, the number of people is not large, but it must be reliable, and it cannot be known to outsiders. lest it be impossible to get it when it happens, but it will be seen as a joke by others. ”

"Yes, my daughter-in-law knows." The old lady has set the caliber, and in the future, he will have to say this, Zhang Wang's heart is like a mirror, and he responded respectfully.

"I'll take a look at the agricultural book again, and I'll give it to you in two days."

"Yes."

"Then go get to work!"

sent his son and his wife away, but left his grandson alone, Zhang Zhao was not in a hurry to speak, and still looked Zhang Han up and down with a smile.

When Zhang Zhao saw his eldest grandson, he always smiled, which was Zhang Han's most common expression, but today he suddenly felt cold and uncomfortable.

"The handwriting is good," Zhang Zhao seemed to smile, and there was something in his words.

Zhang Han 'Geden' in his heart, is there something wrong?! But he's not going to be shackled.

"yes, that's good......"

"However, Shen Yun is insufficient, and if you work hard, you can still go further......"

"Well, there's no end to learning......"

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Zhang Zhao knocked his grandson a few more words, seeing that Zhang Han looked calm, he couldn't see the flaws, and he was surprised in his heart, but he had no way at all, and he couldn't help but be competitive.

"Be humble, be persistent, tolerant of all rivers, tolerant is big, your grandfather Xiang's handwriting is also good, you can ask him for advice when you have time."

Zhang Zhao is pointing at him, and he is also setting a trap, as long as Zhang Han goes to inquire, Zhang Zhao has a way to know.

"Yes, yes, I will definitely ask."

Only then did Zhang Han know that the problem turned out to be Xiang Rang's body, but he couldn't imagine where Xiang Rang saw the flaws. This line of book, he learned from Wang Xizhi, how could it be leaked, he couldn't understand.

If he doesn't understand, he doesn't understand, and he has to honestly agree. If there is something, I will think about it later.

Zhang Zhao kept Zhang Han down, not to beat him, and then, Zhang Zhao got down to business. He told Zhang Han to translate the Book of Heaven into different categories.

Among them, the agricultural books are made into separate volumes, and most of them can be directly translated into Hanli. The rest will be disposed of separately depending on the specific situation. Moreover, he specifically pointed out that Mingyuezhu can't be called "Mingyuezhu", if it is called "five-color jade", there is no need to translate, just explain it to him separately - more than 20 words, Zhang Zhao can still remember.

At this moment, Zhang Han is an honest child, don't talk about these, no matter how difficult the questions are, he will honestly promise to come down one by one. So, Zhang Han smiled simple and honest, and agreed very happily.

On weekdays, Zhang Zhao thinks it's funny when he sees his grandson, but today he can't say it's an eyesore.

"Alright, let's go back! Wait a minute, bring this box back as well. He casually pointed to the bookcase.

"......, yes."

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"Father, is Grandpa Xiang's very good?" Zhang Han found an opportunity and asked Zhang He casually.

"It's okay, it's better than my handwriting, about the same as your mother...... How did you remember to ask this? ”

"I heard that Grandpa Xiang's words ......" Zhang Han lengthened his voice and paused deliberately.

"Ah, you mean that. Yes, your grandfather Xiang's unique skill is really amazing, learn whose words, just like whose words, imitate the one like you......"

"Why hadn't I heard it before?" Zhang Han cut his teeth.

"Your grandfather didn't let people say it, and few people knew about it, and he ...... it with this hand," Zhang He told the story of a long, long time ago.

"......" Zhang Han knows where he is planted.

This is not the end, when grandfather speaks, Zhang Han has to carry it out. He really went to Xiang Rang to ask for advice. At the same time, he generously admitted that he had already asked his father.

Looking at Zhang Han, who was calm, Xiang Rang really felt that he was old. He knew that nine times out of ten, this book was written by Zhang Han, but there was no conclusive evidence that he could get his hands on. Fortunately, he has already designed it, but he is not afraid that Zhang Han will not show flaws. However, he was afraid that he would not be able to see it.

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After Xiang Rang finished talking to Zhang Zhao about how to deal with the Book of Heaven, he was about to leave, when he suddenly remembered something.

"Lord, I have a way to know if the Book of Heaven was written by Xiao Langjun."

Xiang Rang was originally sure that the Book of Heaven was written by Zhang Han. But later, he couldn't get it for sure - the fairy waved his hand, and he could teach Zhang Hanxian Wen (simplified Chinese), so by the way, it was okay to teach him to write, the gods passed on the law, who knows, whether this word will be written exactly the same.

"Oh, come quickly."

Xiang Rang's method is very simple, Zhang He once opened a book of heaven, which was blank, but at that time Zhang Han had already left, and he didn't know about it, as long as it was wrapped as it was, he would know when the time came.

Of course, this will have to wait for a long time, and reopening a volume is the safest way. However, Zhang Zhao is reluctant, if this book is true, the value is not enough to describe it, how can he be willing to give it - Zhang He, a loser! It's been a long time since I've been beaten!! (Zhang He was lying in Zhang Wang's room, and suddenly felt his heart beating for a while and sneezed...... ）

Zhang Han didn't notice it and took the Book of Heaven - only he could understand it anyway. After completing the design, Zhang Zhao and Xiang Rang waited for the answer.

The two of them may not necessarily know the answer, if they can catch Zhang Han, the two of them will just laugh. It's just fun.

However, Xiang Rang's design was not successful. The paper used in Tianshu is the writing paper that Zhang Han uses to practice calligraphy every day. The paper is rough, and the fibers can be seen, which is far from being comparable to Zuobo paper. Zhang Han's design is on this fiber. He found a piece of twine and picked it up so that it looked very similar to a paper fiber.

Between each blank book and the cover, a very thin and tiny fiber is placed, like a paper fiber that has fallen off.

So, Zhang Han easily found the flaw.

Since then, only twenty-nine of the thirty volumes of the Book of Heaven remain—and legend has it that the lost volume is the Law of the Worlds. Of course, that was a long, long time later, and it has nothing to do with this book, so I won't spend much time writing and ink.

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