The master inkmaker was slightly stunned, and hesitated: "I don't know if the son can give advice?" ”

Zhao Zihu gave the two carving masters an idea to let them carry out labor-saving trap carving, but he also wanted to follow the idea.

After all, if he wants to make a combined ink that is printed on the silk cloth without fainting, it is equivalent to innovating the ink manufacturing technology.

Zhao Zihu shook his head: "There is nothing to teach, I am not an immortal who understands everything, give you five days, if you can't make the right ink, you will go to your father to explain." ”

The master inkmaker shook his hands with a bitter face: "Only." ”

Then, ask for help and look at Ganluo, Shaofujun help!

Gan Luo grinned, he didn't know how to make ink, and he couldn't help much.

Zhao Zihu participated in Feng Zen, and he was tired for a day, and after explaining the matter here, he would lead the cold-blooded thirteen eagles to go back to drink wine and eat meat, so that he could rest and relax.

"Childe is also old, but do you want to make a well-fitting armor?"

Gan Luo sent him out of the felt tent and suddenly asked with a smile.

The boundary between civil and military affairs in the pre-Qin period was not very obvious, and the civil officials were military generals when they crossed horses, and the military generals were civil officials when they unloaded their armor, and the Qin people were the most martial, proud of their military merits, and the armor and blades that were used were probably not disliked by the Qin people.

Of course, Zhao Zihu was no exception, Danfeng's eyes lit up and said, "Can Prime Minister Gan help?" ”

Gan Luo bowed his head, looked up at the sky and said: "It's getting late today, tomorrow, tomorrow the son will come to look for me, I will take the son to the craftsman's camp to make a suitable armor." ”

For two consecutive days, it was a sacrifice to the sky and a sacrifice to the earth, and the royal driver was tired enough to choke, especially Yingzheng was even more tired with back and leg pain, and the royal driver had to rest for a few days before continuing to march to the coast of the East China Sea.

Therefore, there is enough time to make a suit of armor for Zhao Zihu.

This is also the reason why Zhao Zihu gave the ink master five days, and it is best to get things done before setting off.

"Prime Minister Gan, can you make us a suit of armor too?"

Hu Hai and the others suddenly licked their faces and said.

The corners of Ganluo's mouth twitched, how could he learn to call me the prime minister, and said speechlessly: "Shaofu armor, only for public use, no official or position, how can you give and receive it privately, isn't it a big crime." ”

When the young men saw him like this, they were immediately disappointed.

Zhao Zihu couldn't bear to see his friends depressed, so he said at the right time: "Prime Minister Gan, I am waiting for Dr. Zhao, they are all my retainers now, and they need to defend me from time to time, so they should wear armor to protect themselves." ”

The retainers are closer than the doormen, but they represent the master himself, and to a certain extent, Qin Law also approves.

For example, the good eldest brother Wang Li, inherited from his grandfather Wang Qian's 500 cavalry followers!

Gan Luo was speechless again, and looked at the teenagers who were almost younger than Zhao Zihu, this was really nonsense, and said helplessly: "Don't call me prime minister in the future, bring a first-class of money and food tomorrow, and I will help you get together." ”

This is to let them pay for their own armor, and the Shaofu can help, but they will not use the money and grain from the treasury to help the officials support their retainers.

The young people were overjoyed, and money and food were nothing to them: "We will thank Ganzai...... Bye Xie Gan Shaofu! ”

Zhao Zihu and Gan Luo will meet tomorrow, and lead the excited cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles to say goodbye.

The teenagers are really excited to have armor, including Diao Chan, who is a female baby.

The group returned to Zhao Zihu's felt tent, and when they drank wine and ate meat, they were still talking about the armor, imagining their heroic posture in the armor, and when they were interested, they also pulled out their swords and danced twice.

The next day, in the morning.

The young people, who had been excited all night, came to Zhao Zihu's felt tent early to gather, and couldn't help but say that they would pull the sleepy-eyed Zhao Zihu out of the bed, and after putting on Dr. Zhao's clothes and crown, they went to find Ganluo to make nails together.

"Childe, where do you want to go?"

Han Fei came to give Zhao Zihu a morning lesson, and happened to meet a group of people, so he frowned and stopped the road.

Zhao Zihu had a legitimate reason to skip class, but he was not afraid of him, and waved his hand at the moment and said: "Go to the craftsman camp to supervise the copying of Feng Zen paintings." ”

When Han Fei heard that he was going to do business, his brows also stretched, and he said, "In this case, go with the teacher." ”

"You can't do it."

Zhao Zihu couldn't stop him, so he could only let it go.

The people continued their way to the felt tent of Ganro.

Han Fei looked left and right and asked, "Why don't you see Brother Chunyu?" ”

Zhao Zihu was hesitant, and ran the train with his mouth full of words: "Xu doesn't look down on my disciple, and he doesn't want to teach it." ”

Han Fei: "......"

!

The edict of the First Emperor has been issued, how can they not teach if they don't want to teach?

Han Fei no longer asked this disciple who had no score, but instead stretched out his hand and dragged Li You, the eldest son of the Li Si family, and asked, "Do you know from the nephew, why didn't the Confucians come to give the son a morning lesson today?" ”

He and Li Sinai are brothers in the same school, but it is appropriate to call Li You a nephew.

However, Li You was a little ashamed to face it, this open-minded uncle who was almost killed by his father Li Si, shook his head and shook his hands and said: "Back to Shibo, it was yesterday that the prince discussed with the Confucians, and the morning class was postponed until the end of the day. ”

Han Fei was even more puzzled: "This group of Confucian disciples is also quite disciplined in doing things, especially in teaching and educating people, but they are even worse than my Legalists, why are they willing to back down and condone their son?" ”

"Hey, because they wanted to change the Feng Zen paintings, Childe painted them too ugly, and later Childe also lured them to sign the Feng Zen paintings......"

Li You honestly told Han Fei what happened yesterday.

Han Fei laughed dumbly, and listened to it with a lot of emotion.

The Confucian scholars and other legalistic people, when they met Zhao Zihu, a stubborn tiger with more eyes than lotus roots, they were really pinched, and they were sold and helped count the money.

However, looking at jokes is looking at jokes.

Zhao Zihu can repeatedly pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, so that a group of Qilu talents frequently enter the crowd and play with their peers between applause, and this cunning inevitably impresses him.

In the past, I only saw this stubborn tiger rotten, and I didn't use the right place if I had a heart, but now this is really doing the right thing, and it is so powerful?

Although they are all crooked and heretical, the result is that people have to be convinced!

After all, Ying Zheng and that group of civil and military officials all have nothing to do with those Confucian scholars, and they are often made out of temper, but Zhao Zihu can control his generation and make all the Confucians confused to endorse Feng Chan, which is very rare!

Smack-

Han Fei slapped Li You far away and muttered: "Perhaps, if you really let him be the second emperor, it will not be worse than the eldest son Fusu......"

……

Later, the group found Ganluo, and under the leadership of Ganluo, they went straight to the craftsman's camp.

Zhao Zihu is the emperor's order after all, since he came to the craftsman's camp, he did not only care about personal matters and ignore the truth of business.

So after entering the craftsman's camp, Zhao Zihu was not busy making armor, but first went to see how Nirvana and Nirvana, father and son, had carved the trapplate.