C50 I Have a Feeling of Self-indulgence and Embarrassment

The next morning, after Wang Zizhao had finished teaching a scroll of bamboo slips, he passed a sheepskin scroll to Tang Yue. "This is a return gift."

Anything that could be recorded in sheepskin in this era was more important, just like how Zhao Sanlang wrote love poems with a handkerchief.

Tang Yue took it happily. When he opened it, he found that it was actually a land deed. This tycoon's offer was indeed different. The gift was so heavy that his hands were burning.

"This... isn't good, is it? It's too expensive." Although the price of land in this era couldn't be compared to the 21st century, as the future ruler of this land, Wang Zizhao's gift of a small piece of land was nothing.

However, Tang Yue felt that the value of this gift was too different from the gift he gave. It was not easy to accept.

"Didn't you say you wanted to use it as a medicine store? The location is on the main street. This piece of land fits your requirements. This king will send someone to build the house. You can make your request."

..." "So it's not a gift for him!

Tang Yue's smile froze. He felt embarrassed.

"Ahem, it's that... Don't you have a ready-made shop? Isn't it very troublesome to refurbish it?"

"Don't worry about that. If this king's legs are fine, you will naturally be able to see the closed shop immediately." What he meant was: If his leg isn't fine, then everything is empty talk!

Tang Yue thought to himself, "That's right. Most of the houses in this era are one-story buildings. It won't take long for more people to arrive.

He never thought that Wang Zizhao's leg could not be cured.

After coming out of Wang Zizhao's room, Tang Yue rubbed his face and muttered to himself, "The more I live, the more I go back."

"young master... Tang young master..." The housekeeper hurried over with a face full of joy.

"Uncle, why are you so happy?" Tang Yue tidied up his mood and took the initiative to welcome him.

He found that the housekeeper was a good person. He did not look down on others. He did not look down on others. He did not look down on others. He did not look down on others. He was a good housekeeper in China.

"young master, come with me to take a look. A servant came to report that the ink was made." The housekeeper said excitedly.

Tang Yue's eyes lit up. "Really?" Seeing that the one month deadline was almost up, Tang Yue was still worried that he wouldn't be able to see the ink before he left.

There was no ink in the brush. Wouldn't that be the same as having vegetables and no salt? Wouldn't that be perfect?

He and the butler went to a small courtyard. This was already a place specially made for making ink. With a single step, he stepped into the dirt on the soles of his shoes. It was so dark that it was a little ugly to look at.

Tang Yue looked around and found that there were a lot of equipment that he had never seen before. There was a strange looking stove, a big pot, and layers of wooden shelves. A strong smell of ink assaulted his face.

"young master, please take a look. This is the ink you made today. It's 70% similar to what you said. Do you think so?" An old craftsman carefully handed a piece of ink to Tang Yue with his black hands.

This piece of ink was the size of a brick. The edges were pressed flat. Tang Yue knocked down a small piece of ink and ground it in the stone. He dipped the brush in some ink and wrote a few words. As expected, it was done.

Although there were a lot of scraps in the ink and the ink was not smooth and smooth, it was already very good to be able to do this.

"How did you guys do it?" Tang Yue looked at the old craftsman with praise.

The craftsman smiled bashfully. "We tried many methods, but we found that to make ink successfully, not only must we control the heat, we must also control the time to smoke, and we must beat the mixture repeatedly so that the smoke and glue can be evenly distributed. Only then can the ink be used. Not a lump of ink. "

Tang Yue looked around the crude workshop. Because he had to keep burning wood, the entire yard was covered in a layer of soot. The craftsmen were also completely black. When they saw him, they smiled cautiously, revealing their bright white teeth.

Tang Yue held the ink block in his hand. "I will give this to Wang Zizhao. You have made a great contribution. All the scholars in the world should thank you!"

"I dare not!" Craftsmen had a very low status. Moreover, they were raised as slaves in Prince Zhao's Mansion. It was a great honor to be rewarded by their masters. How could they dare to hope for the gratitude of all the scholars and scholars in the world?

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Tang Yue's face was filled with a strange expression. "It's just a small theater. It's just a small theater. It's just a small theater. It's just a small theater. It's just a small theater. It's just a small theater. "I gave you a present. Why didn't you return it?"

Wang Zizhao said, "Do you want me to return the gift? What kind of rule is that? "

Tang Yue asked, "What kind of teacher-student relationship do you think I have with you?"

Wang Zizhao said, "I teach you how to read, and you pay me. Isn't it just a teacher-student relationship?"

Tang Yue replied, "I teach you how to read. Tang Yue said, "Then... in this era, it seems that teacher-student relationships are incest..."

Wang Zizhao said, "You don't even care about gender, and you still care about the relationship between teachers and students?"

Tang Yue said,... "I think so too."