Half an hour later.

A sketch of a novel style is already freshly baked.

Ying Zheng went down the mountain, looked closer, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became, and praised his head repeatedly: "Good! Very good! Wu'er is really wonderful, who is like whom! ”

He was boasting about this.

After all, the eldest has filial piety, and he painted him too majestic, bigger than the civil and military officials and the soldiers of the forbidden army combined, and he alone occupies almost half of the white silk.

But these words, listening to the ears of Chun Yuyue and the Confucian scholars, are full of irony.

Who to draw looks like whom?

Do we resemble the crooked melons and cracked dates in the painting?

Ying Zheng didn't find that the Confucian scholars wanted to vomit blood, and even if he did, he wouldn't ignore them, but just pulled Zhao Zihu into the royal car, and the team returned to the camp.

"What is your baby's magic way to copy a thousand copies of it?"

While driving, Ying Zheng couldn't put down the stick figures repeatedly, and asked Zhao Zihu curiously.

Meng Yi, who was accompanying him, was also curious when he heard the words, and looked at Zhao Zihu with a suspicious face.

He only knows that this clan is a stubborn tiger, eating, drinking, and having fun, and the two babies in the eldest brother Meng Tian's family are all learning from this guy.

Such a scum in the world, if it weren't for the son of the clan, if it were in the people, he would have been stabbed to death hundreds of times by jealous and hateful swordsmen and knights.

Now that he has obtained the official position of a doctor to be edicted, can he really become a virtuous minister of the clan?

"Lang Zhongling, why are you looking at me like this? Did I steal your rice? ”

Zhao Zihu sensed the disdain in Meng Yi's eyes, and couldn't help frowning and asking.

Meng Yi: "......"

Listen, is this like something that the son of the clan can say?

The whole thing is a swinger!

Meng Yi waved his hands and said with a straight face: "Childe, don't be joking." ”

Zhao Zihu glanced at him with disgust: "Who joked with you, didn't you look at me with the corner of your eye first, as if you had straquinous eyes." ”

Meng Yi: "......"

Don't worry about it, seeing such a naughty teenager in general will only make you boring!

Zhao Zihu saw that he didn't speak, and he didn't bother to take care of it anymore, so he took off a brocade bag from his waist and took out a small jade seal from it.

This is his private seal, the pre-Qin ancients had this thing if they had a little identity, and they couldn't leave it on weekdays!

"Ha~!"

Zhao Zihu took a few breaths of hot air to the bottom of the seal, moistened the remaining cinnabar ink, and covered it on the stick figure in Ying Zheng's hand.

I used to only care about painting, but I forgot to put a seal, and if it becomes an antique, with a seal and without a seal, the value is very different.

Ying Zheng waited for a long time, but didn't see him explain how to copy, so he couldn't help but say angrily: "The baby is talking about him left and right, but there is no way?" ”

Meng Yi also said: "There is no way, so I said bluntly, as a minister, the most important thing is to be incompetent and hold on, otherwise one day, it will ruin the major affairs of the country and the dynasty, so that it is irreparable!" ”

Zhao Zihu shook his head, put away the private seal, pointed to the mark stamped on the stick figure, and said to the monarch and the minister: "That's how it is copied." ”

Ying Zheng and Meng Yi looked at each other blankly, probably a little unintelligible.

However, both the monarch and the minister were smart people, and after a while, they had already realized something, and their eyes gradually lit up.

Meng Yi asked tentatively: "What does Childe mean by carving this painting into a seal?" ”

Zhao Zihu first nodded, and then shook his head again: "Carved into a seal, how big is it, even if you use stone and copper plate, it is scary enough, is it crazy?" Find a hardwood board, call it a skilled craftsman, and carve it, and don't feel distressed if it is broken! ”

Meng Yi was stunned, but also dumbfounded: "It's rare for a son to have such a strange wisdom." ”

Zhao Zihu's fat face darkened, what is it called to be so strangely wise? You used to think of me like a stupid pig!

Syllable--

Ying Zheng suddenly clapped his hands and made a crisp sound, and praised: "Wu'er's method is very wonderful, not only can it be used to copy paintings, but also can be used to copy official documents of the court in the future, I don't know how much time and manpower can be saved." ”

When Meng Yi heard this, he waved his hand and poured cold water and said: "Your Majesty, although this method is easy to use, it is extremely wasteful of cloth, and it is much more extravagant than bamboo slips!" ”

Bamboo slips are everywhere, bamboo grows fast enough, inexhaustible, in contrast, using cloth to convey official documents, really very extravagant.

How much effort did it take for the women to weave a piece, and it would be dirty after one use, and it would be difficult to wash it again!

Ying Zheng was overjoyed: "Yes, it is indeed too extravagant, it is not an important official document, and it must not be used lightly." ”

Zhao Zihu blinked Danfeng's eyes, but he wanted to speak and stopped.

Papermaking is a technical job, so let's wait for when the process will be tinkered with.

Otherwise, with Yingzheng's quick temper, once he knows that there is paper in the world that is 100 times more convenient than bamboo slips, he will definitely spur him to engage in research and development every day until the paper is made and made suitable for use.

Well, whipping is not an adjective, but really carrying a whip and following behind his ass every day!

……

……

The royal driver returned to the camp, and Zhao Zihu was also liberated.

However, Ying Zheng handed over the matter of engraving printing to him, who made him a doctor now.

The meaning of waiting for the edict can actually be understood as listening to orders to do things anytime and anywhere, and if you can't do it, you will be whipped with a whip!

"Brother is back...... Did you also go to the Zen Meditation...... Lively or not......"

In the camp of the children of the clan, Hu Hai and Diao Chan and other teenagers had been waiting for a long time, and when they saw Zhao Zihu coming back, they immediately surrounded them and asked nonsense.

Zhao Zihu shook his head and said melancholy: "I'm afraid I won't be able to play with you in the future." ”

Hu Hai was stunned for a moment, and said hurriedly: "Why did my brother say this?" Without your leadership, our cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles, what is the meaning of existence in the future, it is better to disperse! ”

Diao Chan probably got the gossip from his son Zhao Gao, so he said: "Is Your Majesty the son of the prince an official?" ”

Zhao Zihu nodded: "Yes, I have an official who is waiting for Dr. Zhao, and it's not that I can't play with you in the future, but I don't have enough free time, so I'm afraid I won't have time to play." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and beckoned behind him.

The waiter who followed behind him immediately held the newly collared Wenchen crown and a bronze official seal, and walked up to show the young people.

When the teenagers saw this, they were a little lonely.

The good eldest brother Wang Li inherited the title of Marquis of Wucheng, and it took a long time to get together with them once, and now even Zhao Zihu has become an official, which is inevitably even more disappointing.

When I was young, I looked forward to growing up, but when I grew up, I realized that it was not very wonderful!

Diao Chan, as the only girl among the teenagers, is the most assertive one, seeing that the atmosphere is a little cold, she suddenly patted her small chest and said: "Son's son will be an official in the future, our cold-blooded thirteen eagles, just be able to be your servant, isn't it happy?" ”

Zhao Zihu was dumbfounded for a moment, and said with a smile: "It's really this reason!" ”