"Good! Great goodness! ”

"I'll write a note later, and I'll take credit for you!"

Zhao Zihu held a copy of the ink that had not dried in both hands to seal the Zen painting, and praised it while looking at it.

The master inkmaker, as well as the father and son master craftsman in charge of engraving, were busy and said: "Thank you Gongzi for compassion!" ”

Zhao Zihu nodded, handed the Feng Zen painting to Ganluo, and looked around the set of printed guys, and said after a while: "If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, these two linen dumplings, rolling around, but not very useful." ”

"Prime Minister Gan, you can order a carpenter to make two rollers as thick as small arms, open a fine hole in the middle of the cylinder, wear a crutch-shaped iron bar, use it as a handle roller, and then wrap the outside of the cylinder with several layers of thick linen......"

"In this way, when brushing ink for engraving, the roller is stained with ink, and it is rolled back and forth, and when laying the silk cloth and compacting the rubbing, the same is true, and rolling back and forth with a clean roller is not better than the linen dumplings?"

Gan Luo and the master craftsmen listened and said: "Gongzi Qisi, this is indeed a useful tool, there is no doubt that there will be a few more!" ”

Zhao Zihu waved his hand and said: "Then you can start work, go back and print enough 1,000 sealed Zen paintings, and I will come again to accept, and there will definitely be a reward at that time." ”

"Yui."

All the craftsmen in the tent excitedly waved their hands to receive the order.

Zhao Zihu didn't say anything more, turned around and was about to leave the tent, and Gan Luo sent him off behind.

However, when he walked to the door of the tent, Zhao Zihu suddenly remembered something, stopped and asked Gan Luo: "Prime Minister Gan, were you present when my father ascended Mount Tai to worship the sky?" ”

Gan Luo nodded: "Yes." ”

Zhao Zihu pointed to the photocopy of the Feng Zen painting in his hand, and instructed: "According to the painting method of this pair of sacrificial land seal Zen paintings, you can find a painter and draw a picture of the Feng Zen paintings of the heavens according to the scene of the sacrifice to the sky......

"After the painting is finished, it is also engraved into a plate, and a thousand copies are rubbed and printed......"

"By the way, remember to tell the painter, when painting the Zen painting of the sacrifice of the heavens, it is necessary to focus on the highlight, there are no Confucian scholars present during the sacrifice, if it is really not good to perform, then in the place where the ministers stand, leave a blank space, write a few words, Qilu Confucian scholars did not go!"

Gan Luo didn't understand it at first, why did he have to spend manpower and material resources to paint an extra Zen painting of the Heavenly Seal.

It wasn't until he heard the last few sentences that he suddenly realized, and then nodded again and again with a strange expression, indicating that he understood.

Han Fei and Zhao Tuo were beside them, and they also listened to it with a straight grin, plus they couldn't help but sigh.

If the two sealed Zen paintings in the future are posted in the county and township pavilions at the same time, and then cooperate with the document to proclaim, the Qilu Confucian scholars can catch the blind and become a typical example known to the world.

The Confucian scholars of Qilu did not cooperate with the first emperor to seal Zen, and all kinds of prevarication led to the fact that the first emperor left them and climbed Mount Tai to seal Zen and sacrifice to the sky.

However, when the first emperor was recognized by Haotian God and sent down Ganlin to show auspiciousness, the Qilu Confucian scholars regretted it again, and the next day they went to participate in the Liangfu Mountain Zen Sacrifice Site, and also made the signature of the Zen painting of the sacrifice land.

In this way, the first emperor is really the destiny of heaven, and the Qilu Confucian scholars are in accordance with the will of heaven!

In short, Qilu Confucianism has become a baby, and it has been set up as a model, even if there are 10,000 mouths, it can't be explained clearly!

Zhao Zihu's combination of boxing can be regarded as a random fist hammer to death masters, I don't know if in the future, Chun Yuyue and other Confucian scholars, when they teach him again, will they take revenge for personal gain and make trouble for him......

"You're really not afraid that the Confucian scholars will chop you up with their swords."

After everyone got out of the felt tent, Han Fei couldn't help but joke with Zhao Zihu.

Zhao Zihu pouted: "They are the ministers of Great Qin, and they are loyal to the king, what is the point of sacrificing the roll call festival?" ”

"If you don't have this awareness, don't be a courtier."

"I eat the people's food all day long, but I don't want to do a good job in this world, I only think about dragging my feet, such a courtier, if I discipline them, I will chop them up a hundred times a day! Continue chopping the next day! ”

Han Fei: "......"

Zhao Tuo: "......"

Compared with this, the First Emperor can endure the jumping up and down of the Confucian scholars, and he is really a great drop of benevolence!

"Let's go, don't talk about these unhappy people, let's go to the blacksmith to have a look, and customize some armor blades for Zilong and one hundred and eight generals."

Zhao Zihu climbed onto the tall and divine horse of the Western Regions, and led everyone to the location of the towering windmill in the distance.

Zhao Tuo urged the horse to follow behind, and said: "Childe, there are only one hundred and two people in the monarchs, and I only have one hundred and three people, not one hundred and eight. ”

Zhao Zihu smashed his mouth and said: "There are no thirteen cold-blooded thirteen eagles, isn't it still called cold-blooded thirteen eagles, this is an auspicious number, don't take it too seriously." ”

"Besides, I said one hundred and eight generals, which is exquisite, corresponding to the stars, thirty-six Tiangang, seventy-two earthly demons, each of them has a ...... to say."

"Just like these thirty-six days......"

"Another example is these seventy-two earthly ......"

Zhao Zihu was an engineering dog with a stuffy gourd temperament in his previous life, and he didn't have many hobbies on weekdays, but he was very obsessed with the happiness and enmity of the Water Margin.

You asked him Zhang Liang Han Xin, where is his hometown, and his face was sluggish.

You ask him what his skills are, and he can talk endlessly, and his mouth will blister.

"Tomorrow, let's have a big competition, rank the seats for all the gentlemen, who is Tiangang, who is the earth evil, at a glance in the future, if you are not convinced, you will practice for another two months, and brush up the ranking again!"

Zhao Zihu saw the blacksmith shed, and finally stopped talking endlessly, and proposed to Zhao Tuo.

Zhao Tuo was dumbfounded, nodded stunned and said, "It's all up to the son's arrangement." ”

He is now convinced that Zhao Zihu has the divination technique that can pinch and calculate, otherwise how could he know so much about the stars in the sky.

Although he didn't know anything about it, he didn't know if it was true or not.

But, it's very unclear!

"Hey, brother is here......"

Diao Chan and Hu Hai and the others came out of the blacksmith shed and waved their hands to greet Zhao Zihu.

Zhao Zihu was still wondering, why didn't he see them today, it turned out that he was running a blacksmith shed together.

You don't have to think about it, you must be thinking about the armor being made as soon as possible so that you can wear it to show off!

Zhao Zihu pretended to be disgusted and said, "Why don't you call you brother when you come here?" ”

Hu Hai sneered: "We went to find my brother, but when we saw that my brother was sleeping soundly, we didn't bother, otherwise my brother would get up angry, and we would be the ones who were beaten......

"Is the horse that my brother is riding the blood rabbit of my father?"

At the end of his speech, he suddenly changed his mind and asked excitedly.

Zhao Zihu nodded hesitantly: "Exactly, in the future, it will not be called Blood Rabbit, it will be called Red Rabbit Horse!" ”

Diao Chan answered, "Isn't that Lu Bu's mount?" ”

Zhao Zihu grinned: "Lu Bu's mount is Diao Chan." ”

“……”

Diao Chan rolled his eyes, then pointed to the big windmill and said, "Brother, who do you think is that?" ”

Zhao Zihu looked at her fingers and couldn't help but be stunned...... It's the future daughter-in-law, and the mature sister is in the moon!

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PS: I asked the editor today, and said that it was recommended in the third round next week, thank you for your support! It's still quite a small number of follow-ups, and it's only about 300 of them...... It looks like the fourth and fifth rounds are a bit hanging. Well, leave it to fate! The last book was first ordered in the early 500s, although the end was not too ideal, but we still wrote that the high order exceeded 10,000 is not, the problem is not big, we have a stable mentality!