Daqin: Qin Shihuang can hear my heart

Chapter 38 Young Master, I'm a Smart Man

Back in Chang'an Township, I ran into Ah Chao head-on.

"Master!"

Since that day, he ordered A Chao to send some fertilizer to Princess Yangzi every day. Before he knew it, it had been a while, and he wondered if Princess Yangzi appreciated him?Did you have a crush on him?
Why!It's hard to find a beautiful girl!

"That's right." Suddenly, Li Zhao nervously approached Ah Chao, whispered into his ear and asked, "Did Princess Yangzi mention me?"

Ah Chao didn't know why, so he shook his head and said truthfully: "The princess is busy looking for good poems these days, how can I think of you?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I realized that I seemed to have made a mistake, and quickly apologized, "Master, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that the princess didn't miss you, no, the princess has no time to miss you, no."

For a while, he was incoherent, as if no matter how he explained it, it was wrong.

Li Zhao had black hair, but he didn't care, and asked with great interest, "What's the princess doing looking for good poems?"

Ah Chao didn't dare to hide anything, so he told what he heard.

It turns out that the younger generation in the aristocratic circle spontaneously organized a poetry meeting. Princess Yangzi loves poetry, so she participated in it. But although she loves poetry, she can't write poetry, so she was looking for a good poem. If you like it, let's disperse everyone to find it.

A Chao delivered fertilizer every day, and got to know them well after coming and going, and this task also fell on him.

"Master, do you know how to compose poetry?" A Chao asked.

"Me!" Li Zhao smiled sullenly, and couldn't help smoothing his thick hair on his forehead, just about to say that of course he can compose poetry, and he is very good at it.

However, Ah Chao waved his hand and said to himself in disgust: "Hey! How can I ask the young master? Isn't this embarrassing him?"

"The young master only knows how to farm. Poetry is an elegant thing. How can a rough man like the young master do that?"

"Forget it, I'd better look for other great Confucians!"

After getting in touch with the young master a lot, I feel that the young master is very approachable, and the young master usually doesn't have much authority towards him, so naturally he speaks a lot more casually.

Soon, Ah Chao walked away shaking his head.

Li Zhao's hair was black again, this bastard was not big or small at first.

Moreover, he actually underestimated him, is he a vulgar person?Hmm, even if he is a vulgar person, even if he can't compose poems, he can write poems silently!There are thousands of Tang poems and Song lyrics, so I can always write some!

Looking at Ah Chao's disappearing figure, his eyes straightened with anger.

No, you can't be underestimated by Ah Chao. He produced a collection of poems, which stunned Ah Chao and let him try the feeling of being despised.

After returning to his residence, he immediately retreated for a long time, and wrote down all the Tang and Song poems he could think of. Feeling unsatisfied, he added another poem:

Searching and searching, deserted and desolate, desolate and miserable.When it's warm and cold, it's hardest to keep your breath. Keeping close to the window, how can you be dark alone?The sycamore tree is also accompanied by drizzle, bit by bit at dusk.For the first time this time, what a word of worry!
At this moment, only Li Qingzhao can feel his grievance and sadness the most, he is really a fallen man at the end of the world!

His majestic lord was underestimated by a servant, how could he be so worried.

Also, he treated Yang Zi like this, but Yang Zi didn't ask him to find poetry, but called Ah Chao, a bastard, it really made him sad!

After venting all at once, I feel much better.

But it was not enough, he had to urge Xiao He to make paper quickly, and then passed on his printing method, and this collection of poems could be published.

Printing is also one of the four great inventions, and he still has a general idea.

After publication, he wants everyone to know that he can write poems, and he wants everyone to think of him when they read his poems.

A few days later, Xiao He finally made the paper. Although the paper was expected, Li Zhao was very happy.

At first glance, this paper is better than expected, it is golden, a little rough, but has excellent water absorption, which is just a little bit worse than the rice paper of the 21st century!He believes that after the production techniques are skilled, the quality will be improved to another level.

Xiao He tried to write with a brush, and it turned out to be extremely convenient and faster, and dozens of characters could be written on a piece of paper, equivalent to the amount of a bamboo scroll.

What a discovery!A piece of paper is worth a bamboo roll, what an astonishing discovery.

"Sure enough, it's a good thing!
He calculated very carefully, based on the raw materials he collected for experiments, he made a dozen or so sheets, which were only negligible raw materials, and the price was negligible, but the price of a bamboo roll was about ten and a half taels.

With the same amount of writing, one is expensive and the other costs almost nothing. You can tell at a glance which one is better.

This is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that the weight of a piece of paper is negligible, but a bamboo roll is extremely heavy.

No matter in terms of price or weight, paper is better than bamboo rolls. What does this mean?

And the beginning of the change came from his hands.

How maddening it is!

Xiao He was very excited.

"Master!" At this moment, he admired Li Zhao again, "How did you come up with such a method?"

He seemed to be looking forward to it, and his thirst for knowledge once again made him break the casserole and ask the end.

Li Zhao glanced at him amusedly, thinking to himself that he is an idiot!But in order to show that he is tall, he stroked his thick hair on his forehead and said, "Of course I figured it out, young master, I am a smart person."

A 'smart' is enough to say anything.

Xiao He nodded with a vague understanding, and muttered in his heart: It seems that he is also very smart!Why can't you think of it?
"Xiao He, do you know the value of this thing?" Li Zhao suddenly became serious, and Xiao He put away his excitement, and said solemnly: "Of course I know, this is a great innovation."

"You?" Li Zhao was very angry. For such an epoch-making thing, this kid thought of only innovation, and his brain was corrupted by something.

"No, it's not innovation, it's money."

"Money?" Xiao He was thoughtful, and soon realized, yes!It's money!If he put this item in the market, he would have expected that there would be many people vying for it. Isn't it all money?
"The young master is really quick-witted and full of wisdom." He wanted to say that the young master is really mercenary, but he changed his mind.

Being praised so much, Li Zhao was in high spirits, and began to talk more, "Of course, young master, I have a great talent, not only can invent and create, but also poetry and song."

Um!The young master also understands poetry and songs?Anyone who understands poetry is elegant, but the young master is a farmer, so he can't match elegance!
Seeing that Xiao He didn't believe it, Li Zhao was naturally displeased. He raised his head and said, "You don't believe it? Hehe! I'll show you something."

So, he ran into the room, brought out a large pile of bamboo scrolls, and spread them all out, revealing the crooked Xiaozhuan.

Xiao He didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the young master's gourd, so he took a closer look, although the words were ugly, he could still read them clearly.

"Is this a poem?" Xiao He was surprised.

"Of course, this is the poem I wrote in one breath, young master. It is absolutely shocking." Li Zhao said proudly.

Xiao He didn't seem to hear it, and fell into a state of obsession again.

Tears asked Huahua not to speak, Luanhong flew across the swing.
Endless lovesickness, blood and tears throw red beans, spring willows and spring flowers bloom endlessly.
These, after all, are really poems, and they are so beautiful that it makes people think deeply, especially the artistic conception of the poem, he read it as if he was immersed in love.

The young master is a farmer, he really understands poetry, no, he can compose poetry.

Great talent!

(End of this chapter)