Huangfu Biao can be said to know some poetry and songs, but if he writes about history, it is really a duck on the shelf.

In the Dongguan Pavilion, a group of old scholars stared at Huangfu Biao, who was flipping through the draft of "Dongguan Hanji", with idiot-like eyes, and their disdain was overflowing.

"Although he has entered the door of Lu Shangshu, he has been studying military strategy, and his life's direction is nothing more than to get on the horse to command the army and dismount the herdsmen, as for the matter of this case, he has never worked hard, and he is very ashamed. You have to make up dozens of chronicles, chronicles, and biographies, and this book has become a big success, and the younger generations will not be at it! ”

When Cai Yong and the others heard this, they were shocked, although this son was born in a reckless manner, but after reading it at will, they knew what he was waiting for. This book was originally written by Emperor Ming when Ban Gu and others co-wrote the "Shizu Benji", after several generations of revisions and additions, Emperor Shun only began to take shape, and they are not doing much.

"Your Excellency is too modest!"

Cai Yong took the manuscript, carefully sorted it out, put it in a brocade box, and rewrapped it in cloth to prevent insects and ants from biting it.

"Tomorrow, I will play Your Majesty, see if I can allocate some expenses, you can prepare with peace of mind first!"

Everyone gave up their hands in vain, but in fact, they knew in their hearts that he would not be able to pay the funds, Emperor Ling was seriously ill and bedridden, and he would not go to court for a few days, where would he go? It's just a means to appease His Majesty.

"As we all know, a certain family is still from the West Garden, and the burden of this Gongwei Jingshi is still on his shoulders. In the future, if you have something, you can inform the army of the sacrificial wine Jia Xu, a family is not in the Dongguan when this person is temporary, I hope you can cooperate with him sincerely! ”

At this time, Jia Xu behind him came out reluctantly and gave a long salute, "Jia Xu Jia Wenhe, Wuwei Gu Zangren, I've seen you!" ”

Everyone suddenly became happy, it turned out that this son didn't plan to sit in the east for a long time, but still wanted to go to the West Garden to train the army. This left a little-known kid to point out, and it was also a convenient place for them to travel, so they were naturally happy.

Escaping from Dongguan, Huangfu Biao's back was sore, and preaching with this group of old scholars was really more tiring than standing on a wooden stake for a day, and I really didn't know how his master Lu Zhi worked in Dongguan back then.

Huangfu Biao left Jia Xu in Dongguan, in fact, in order to steal books, after all, Dongguan has the largest collection of books, and there is no lack of internal affairs and military strategies. Wouldn't it be a great help if we could print several editions so that the children in the college could have a set of copies and succeed in their studies in the future? But copying this book is really a difficult task, and I am afraid that Jia Xu will not be able to complete it even if he is exhausted.

After thinking about it, when he arrived at the place where osmanthus cakes were sold, he was still here last year, and Huang Zhong bought them for his youngest son to eat.

He couldn't help but think that Huangfu Song also had a son at home, his eldest son, who had been busy outside last year, and now that he had returned to the capital, it was time to buy gifts for his younger brothers.

At the moment, I bought twenty osmanthus cakes, and the hawker's technique is also quite exquisite, and each piece is printed with a blessing word, which makes people love it and want to buy a few pieces back.

"Dare to ask the little brother, how did this blessing character do the pastry?"

"Hui Gongzi, use the mold to expand and come up!"

The hawker said, took out the mold, took out a piece of rice cake, stuffed it into the mold engraved with the word Fu, the two pieces of mold were tightly closed, tightly sealed, broken open and knocked on the case, a piece of crystal clear osmanthus cake fell out, and the word Fu was on it.

Huangfu Biao was thoughtful, if this mold was made into multiple words, wouldn't it be possible to print more patterns? What if you use it to print books? I'm afraid it won't work, not to mention how thick the book is with osmanthus cake for the time being, this aroma is tempting, I'm afraid I won't finish it after reading it.

Thinking of this, Huangfu Biao was amused by his own thoughts, couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head, took the wrapped osmanthus cake, and walked home, the war horse followed behind, gnawing on the corners of his clothes from time to time, very intimate.