C43 I Didn't Expect Tang Xiaolang to Worship Me like This

Tang Yue ordered his men to cut a few thin bamboo sticks. The length of a bamboo joint was about the right length. After cutting the dog's tail, he cut a majestic big wolfdog into a bald dog.

Tang Yue touched the dog with a heartache and comforted it, "Don't be sad. You have to know that you are contributing to the progress of the era. It will be recorded in the history books in the future. When the pen is ready, we will be called Dog Hair!"

"Woof..."

In fact, there were quite a lot of animal fur that could be used to make brushes. The hard hair could be used by weasels, stone badgers, ponytails, pig bristles, mountain rabbits. The soft hair could be used by sheep, but it was his fault that he saw this big wolfdog at a glance.

He could only let it admit its bad luck!

"Although you look a little ugly, our family background is noble. It doesn't affect you marrying a wife. Don't worry!" Tang Yue patted its head. The latter simply retracted its head.

The butler kept twitching on the side. He could not bear to look at it directly. This dog had accompanied Wang Zizhao to the battlefield before. If he saw his beloved pet becoming a bald dog, he wondered if he would regret letting Tang Xiaolang do as he pleased.

The brush's fur was not a simple arrangement. It had to be washed, divided, stacked, combed and tied up. Fortunately, these skilled craftsmen did not have to spend much effort to make a brush.

Tang Yue happily took the brush to Wang Zizhao and asked for credit, "Look, it's like this. Try to feel it. As long as you touch the ink, you can write. It's much more convenient than carving a knife."

Wang Zizhao played with the brush in curiosity. Although the color of the brush looked familiar, he did not associate it with his beloved pet for a while.

Tang Yue brought him a bowl of water and asked him to try it with the water.

Those who had just used the brush found it hard to grasp the strength of the writing. No matter how high Wang Zizhao's IQ was, he could not avoid it. The handwriting was crooked and crooked, and it did not look good.

His pretty eyebrows were knitted into a ball. He said with slight disdain, "It does not seem to be very useful."

Tang Yue stretched out his head and looked at it. He immediately laughed until he was bleeding internally. Although he did not recognize this word, he still had the basic ability to appraise it. It was really... ugly, no comparison!

Tang Yue held his hand with a stifled smile and taught him with his hand. Don't be anxious, don't use the strength of your writing brush to write, it would be strange if the handwriting would look good... This way, the strength of the brush should be moderate, with a bit of the tip of the brush... "

Tang Yue did not specialize in brush writing. Instead, he had written a pretty hard brush. However, he could still write it. It was just that it was not very good to look at.

Tang Yue held his hand and wrote the word "mountain." Only after he finished writing did he realize that the two of them were in an ambiguous position. The place where their hands were held was even hotter and numb, and an electric current spread throughout their entire bodies.

He quickly let go of Wang Zizhao's hand and said awkwardly, "We have to figure out how to write it well. It's normal that we are not used to it at the beginning."

Wang Zizhao stared at the back of his hand for a while, then turned to look at Tang Yue. Tang Yue felt guilty when he looked at him. He asked in a bad tone, "Why are you looking at me? Do you want a reward?"

Wang Zizhao looked away and wrote a few words in the water. "When can I make the ink you mentioned? "Won't writing with ink make you pale?"

"I will take a few days. You can try it yourself when you are done." Compared to paper printing, making brush and ink was considered simple.

"Mm, after the matter is done, This King will reward you handsomely."

"Reward what?" Tang Yue asked.

Wang Zizhao pursed his lips. "What do you want?"

Tang Yue glanced around and pointed to a bronze pot in the corner. "That one. It looks pretty new."

Wang Zizhao followed his finger and looked at it. His expression turned strange. "Are you sure?"

Tang Yue nodded. "Are you sure you don't want to?" He had noticed this thing just now. It felt like a pair of ears, and his entire body was covered in a layer of golden powder. It was very eye-catching.

Wang Zizhao looked at Tang Yue's lower body with an unknown meaning. He sighed with emotion and said, "I didn't expect Tang Xiaolang to worship me like this."

What did he mean? Tang Yue was shocked.

"You actually want to keep the chamber pot that I use? Since you like it, I'll give it to you."

... ""

The chamber pot? Night pot... Tang Yue was speechless. "You said that was a night pot?"

What the hell, who would make a chamber pot so shiny? Who would make it look like a piece of art? Whose chamber pot would have to be inlaid with gemstones?

Did he have enough to eat?