Picked up a copy of Romance of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 467 Xiping Loom
"Is this thing made by Ma Yilang?"

The Son of Heaven looked at the huge object in front of him, wandered back and forth around it, and looked it up and down. The thing was very heavy, with creepers on the bottom and strange supports on the top. The Son of Heaven looked at it for a long time, but he didn't know what it was. However, the craftsman next to him was still a little afraid when he saw the emperor for the first time. He whispered: "It's not manufacturing, but improving."

"Oh, improvement. What is this for?"

"This thing is used for weaving silk. It has existed since the pre-Qin period. Your Majesty can see that there are creepers below. In the pre-Qin period, there were hundreds of creepers. They stepped on the feet, moved the warp thread, and weaved silk. After a hundred years, the number of creepers has been as few as five or six. Ten, as improved by Ma Yilang, this is the Twelve Weaving Silk Machine." The craftsman explained that although the Son of Heaven didn't understand it very well, he still nodded and said, "Not bad, not bad."

After being praised by the emperor, the craftsman was also a little excited and speechless.

"What is the effect of this reduction in numbers?"

"Your Majesty, it has a great effect. First of all, the original silk weaving machine is more bulky and complicated in workmanship. In addition, the operation is cumbersome and inefficient. Ma Yilang has perfected these areas. , are more diverse and exquisite, Your Majesty, these are all woven through this thing." The craftsman took out some exquisite silk brocade from the side, and watched with the emperor.

The Son of Heaven didn't reach out to pick up the silk brocade, and didn't even take a look at it, but asked hastily:
"How much did it cost? How much does it weigh?"

"It costs more than five hundred dollars, and it takes two or three people to lift it."

"Then if it is simplified again, it will be used for some fine textiles to make it cheaper and lighter. I wonder if it can be done?"

The craftsman was taken aback, what does this mean, isn't the more exquisite the silk brocade, the better?Does the Son of Heaven not like things that are too delicate?This silk weaving machine is mostly used by aristocratic families, isn't the more expensive the better?He thought for a long time, and said: "I don't really know. Your Majesty can write to Ma Yilang. According to my opinion, it may be possible."

"Well"

The emperor nodded, still thinking, the craftsman said again: "This thing is not named, I hope your majesty can name it."

"Let's call it Xiping loom."

"Please!"

"Jun has worked so hard, but he has retired from the Han family! Reward!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

After sending off the craftsman, the emperor was still standing in the Hall of Houde and meditating. Looking at the huge monster in the palace, he thought a lot. What he thought just now was whether this thing can be promoted vigorously among the people. Nongsang Nongsang, the late emperor The merits of garrisoning the fields enable the people to cultivate the fields, and if you can improve the aspect of mulberry and make the people rich, your achievements will not be inferior to Emperor Xiaokang!
Han Men returned to the Hall of Houde, moved the Hu chair over, and asked the emperor to sit down.

The Son of Heaven sat on the Hu chair, still looking at the silk weaving machine.

It has been 11 years since I ascended the throne. During these 11 years, I have expanded Ningzhou, established Shangxiagao Commandery, and turned Wadao and the southwestern countries into the list of Han vassal states. Tu, with unparalleled achievements, internally, he expanded the two universities, added local government schools, started the assessment policy of Taixue Menzixue, and set up Jimin institutes to support the elderly, weak, sick and disabled in the country, and even veterans in the battlefield.

However, no matter how many things I have done, all the officials always compare myself with the late emperor. In their mouths, I have become the master of nothing. Let the things recorded in the heavenly book happen, and I will be satisfied. This is only ten years, twenty years, thirty years, and one day, I will become the Holy Son of Heaven.

One day, they can no longer belittle me with Emperor Xiaokang!
The Hanmen on the side watched the emperor pondering, not knowing what the emperor was thinking, so they lowered their heads without saying a word, and the emperor suddenly asked: "What is Mastiff doing recently?"

"His Highness went to the homes of several injured students, and spent the rest of the time studying in the Yuan Mansion."

"Oh, this Zhuzi..." the Son of Heaven shook his head and said, "I don't have any prestige at all. How can I convince the crowd in the future?" Han Men immediately lowered their heads when they heard this, and dared not say a word.

"Women's benevolence, women's benevolence. I let him study with Yuan Shu for nearly half a year, but with this kind of heart, how can I give him the peace of mind of this great man?"

"Where's Dier? How are you doing recently?"

"The second prince is still in the Palace of Compassion and Ning, and the Empress Dowager loves it very much."

"Hahaha, he looks like me, even my mother regards him as me!"

"It's very."

"Hanmen Mastiff also went to visit those big clans?"

"Exactly."

"Then how do they treat Mastiff?"

"Very respectful, but not answered"

"Hehehe, my eldest son, how dare they ignore him? Call Zhang He over"

"Please!"

Liu Mastiff was sitting in the study, reading. Yuan Shu wasn't there, but he didn't relax at all. He studied hard day and night. Fortunately, Zhuge Liang often came to accompany him. Generally, it is Zhuge Liang who interprets it for Liu Mastiff. Liu Mastiff still has a big gap with Zhuge Liang in terms of scholarship, and Zhuge Liang has become half of his teacher, with no real name.

The two were reading in the study when a soldier came in and told Liu Mastiff that someone was visiting.

As soon as Liu Mastiff heard it, he immediately put down his book and walked out. Could it be that Hua Xiong and others came?Thinking about it, he came outside the door, but when he didn't want to, it was Xun Yu who pulled Xun Ji, whom Liu Mastiff had just visited a few days ago, to come together.

Xun Yu saluted, looked at Liu Mastiff, smiled reluctantly, and pushed Xun Ji who was beside him. Xun Ji, who was not very old, was pushed by Xun Yu, and hurriedly greeted Liu Mastiff. Said: "I was disrespectful to His Highness before, and I hope His Highness will forgive me!"

Liu Mastiff was taken aback, and quickly said: "Your suffering, why is this so?" He quickly pulled the two of them into the mansion, and there was no disrespect in his words, although Xun Ji seemed a little reluctant, but in Xun Ji Under Yu's urging, he apologized again and again, and said that Dong Zhuo would not be prosecuted for his crimes. Liu Mastiff was still wondering, so someone came.

The one who came was the confidant of today's son, Cao Cao, the big sinong, and Liu Mastiff didn't dare to be rude, so he hurried up to see him. Cao Cao also came here with his favorite second son, Cao Pi. However, he was loved by Cao Cao very much. He was beaten up by Dong Zhuo's subordinates. Naturally, Cao Cao was extremely angry. Even when Liu Mastiff visited, he was cold.

I don't know why, but now he led his son to come, and seeing Zhuge Liang was there, he was a little surprised, and chatted a few more words before returning with his second son.

In just two or three days, Liu Mastiff had seven or eight students from aristocratic families come here to apologize, which made Liu Mastiff puzzled, but he was still very happy. After seeing the guests, Liu Mastiff breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking about it, it would not be so difficult for Mr. Dong to come back to Luoyang again.

Zhuge Liang seemed to have realized something, but he didn't say much.

But Liu Mastiff asked: "I have visited the door several times, but I have not been forgiven. This time, I don't know why they came here by themselves?"

"Your Highness, sometimes, showing grace is not as good as showing power."

Zhuge Liang said, then looked at Liu Mastiff, Liu Mastiff was taken aback, thought for a moment, smiled wryly, but said nothing.

After studying hard in the mansion for more than three months, Yuan Shu and Liu Mo just arrived in Luoyang. After learning the news that they were going back, Liu Mastiff and Zhuge Liang were very happy. Zhuge Liang bid farewell to Liu Mastiff and returned home. The Liu residence is waiting for Liu Mo's return, and Liu Mastiff is also doing the same. If he is not afraid that his father will blame him, he still wants to go to the city gate to meet the master.

After waiting for another two days, there was a noise outside the door, and Liu Mastiff understood that the master had returned.

He hurriedly got up and stayed by the gate, surrounded by many soldiers, Yuan Shu walked in a little tiredly, Liu Mastiff bowed immediately, Yuan Shu raised his head, looked at him, nodded, and went back together with him In the study, sitting in the study with his back leaning on the soft cushion, Yuan Shu felt better. Liu Mastiff immediately served tea and stood aside.

"Although you are my apprentice, you are the eldest son of the Great Han Emperor. You are so prestigious that no one has to follow the discipleship etiquette."

"Master treats me like a nephew, so I dare not refuse."

Yuan Shu looked at him and asked, "Is there something important for me to leave these days?"

Liu Mastiff nodded, and told about Dong Zhuo. Yuan Shu was not too surprised. He shook his head and said, "You don't have to worry about this. Now, in the temple, there is no one else who can take over from Sangong except that fellow." His Majesty will not make things difficult for him, but of course, he will grind his mind, he has been in the frontier for a long time, and he has done anything wrong, so we still have to take care of it."

"Uncle Na Hua."

"Don't worry about it, that guy looks stupid, but he's really smart. Even if I die...he will live well."

"Master, you can't say such ominous words."

In another place, Zhuge Liang was also waiting at the door.

Holding the fence with one hand, and holding the book in the other, he was flipping through it carefully.

A person came slowly from a distance, Zhuge Liang was overjoyed, and quickly called out: "Master!"

Liu Mo raised his head, his eyes were still a little dazed, he saw Zhuge Liang, forced a smile, and walked to his side, "Kong Ming is okay."

"Master, I'm fine." Zhuge Liang said, frowning, looking at Shijun in front of him. After only a few months, Shijun seemed to be ten years old, his hair was gray, and his whole body was also thinner. Much duller, Zhuge Liang didn't ask any more questions, supported Liu Mo, entered the mansion, closed the fence gate, and led him back to the study.

The two sat facing each other, but there was no words for a long time.

Liu Mo's unusual silence made Zhuge Liang feel extremely uneasy. What happened to Master in Ningzhou?

The two stayed like this, quietly, for an unknown how long, Liu Mo raised his head blankly, looked at Zhuge Liang's face, as if lost in memory, suddenly, he shed two lines of tears, and murmured: " Primus Teppola."

Zhuge Liang, who had followed Liu Mo for a long time, recognized this sentence in Dongyi dialect, but didn't understand the meaning.

He was stunned for a long time,

reach out
Wipe away the tears on Shijun's face.

(End of this chapter)