C42 This Is Working with Your Life!

After sending Wang Zizhao back to his own room, Tang Yue was forced to stay. He answered a few questions from the queen and agreed to a series of unfair conditions under her pleading gaze.

If she had to take good care of her son in close proximity, her son would be fully entrusted to him.

What about her son's life? Although he had a noble status, he had never enjoyed any happiness since he was young. Instead, he went to the battlefield to protect his country at such a young age. He wanted him to do his best for the sake of the people of South Jin.

Tang Yue was the one who suffered the most. Tang Yue could not bear this kind of familial love. He agreed to everything when he was not paying attention. Looking at the gentle and graceful Queen Madame Hu, he thought of his mother who was like a tigress. She was really more like a mother than a mother. It was infuriating.

"Nephew Tang, my son is counting on you. Bengong cannot stay outside the palace for too long. I will come to visit you guys another day."

Until Queen Hu left, Tang Yue was still a little confused. How did he become a Nephew?

Wang Zizhao laid down on the bed. The butler brought a box of bamboo slips into the room. He moved the table to the bed and arranged the bundles of bamboo slips on the table so that Wang Zizhao could read them.

They were working with their lives!

Tang Yue suddenly felt respect for such a powerful person. Although they had great power, they also had heavy responsibilities. The people of a country were entrusted to them.

"Actually, you can make a small table that can be placed on the bed. You don't have to be so tired." Tang Yue thought of the computer table in the past. He felt that it was very suitable for people who were sick and working.

The housekeeper's eyes lit up. He immediately sent someone to do it. It was just a table. It did not take much effort.

Tang Yue reminded him from behind, "It's best to make the corner of the table into a moving one. It can be folded. It's convenient to store it during normal times."

The butler thought for a moment and clapped his hands in praise. "Good! It should be like this!"

As soon as he left, only Tang Yue and Wang Zizhao were left in the room. Hu Jinpeng had an official position, so it was impossible for him to stay here all day.

Wang Zizhao quietly held the book and read it. Tang Yue had nothing to do, so he started to visit his room.

This room was at least two hundred square meters. It was divided into the inner and outer chambers. The style was cold, hard, and capable as usual, but everything used was visual.

Tang Yue thought that in this era, there would not be any exquisite decorations, but if he observed carefully, he would find that these seemingly simple things were actually very good workmanship.

The wooden furniture was meticulously carved with various patterns, and the copper ware and porcelain were also exquisitely designed. They were not as dusty and worn as the museum's furnishings.

Tang Yue admired these handicrafts one by one. He savored the characteristics that belonged to this era. Only then did he realize that the era had changed not only in terms of geography, but also in terms of politics and economics.

"Which one do you like? This king will give it to you." Wang Zizhao looked over and said to Tang Yue, who was drooling.

Tang Yue coughed twice. He had calculated the value of these antiques in his mind. He couldn't help but be dazzled.

One should know that any item here was worth a city in modern times. It was enough for him to squander it for the rest of his life.

He tried his best to be generous and calm. "I have as many of these things as I want. Who cares?" That was weird!

Wang Zizhao did not expose him. He pointed at a set of carving knives on the table. "The knife I saw you use before was very special. Although this set was only used to carve words, it was made by an ancient craftsman. If you like it, I will transfer it to you."

Tang Yue had not noticed what was on the table just now. He was conquered by the smooth lines on the carving knife at a glance.

He held it in his hand. It felt surprisingly good. This knife was equivalent to a pen in this era. It was a very important thing.

"Isn't it troublesome to carve words with this knife?" Tang Yue turned his head and asked.

Wang Zizhao still remembered the charcoal pen Tang Yue had brought with him. He shook his head and said, "Although the charcoal pen is convenient to write, it is not durable. The handwriting can't be kept for long."

"No... the charcoal is only temporary. It can be fixed to the tip of the brush with a thin bamboo tube. Writing with ink will definitely save time and effort compared to carving a knife."

Wang Zizhao fell into deep thought. After a long time, he asked in confusion, "How to fix it? What is ink?"

"I can't tell you. Find someone with good craftsmanship. I'll teach him how to make a pen first. As for ink... I'll have to spend some time researching it."

He remembered that Qi Min wanted to use the method to make ink. The main ingredient was pine wood and oil. How to make it successfully was something that could only be found after experimenting.

Wang Zizhao's interest in writing was no less than his interest in horses and swords. He also knew that the prosperity of a country was not only limited to strong soldiers and generals, but more importantly, it was also about the scholars and ink merchants.

If he could really improve the writing method and speed of writing, it would be a great thing for scholars. Moreover, it would not be so difficult for people to learn how to write in the future.

Wang Zizhao directly gave the best craftsman in the manor to Tang Yue, and also to the butler. Tang Yue asked for someone to give him money. He was very generous.

Tang Yue thought, No wonder everyone liked a generous boss. It was smooth and easy to do things.