Several Taoists followed the personal soldiers in confusion and excitement.

It is also a matter of time before the weather is warm. There is definitely no way for the time being, so I just arranged a temporary residence for them to send some money. This was a very pleasant surprise for several Taoists.

No need to run around for life anymore, this is happiness for them.

The personal soldiers sent the Taoist to the military weapon yard and handed it to the supervisor to the placement. The Taoist didn't understand why he had to arrange himself here, but he didn't dare to ask, so he stayed there and started the research on gunpowder happily.

"The husband of the Lang, instructed these Taoists to serve as ministers from now on, and do not be too slow. Their residences should be kept away from the fire source, and they should not be missing any material supply. We must ensure safety and confidentiality."

The personal soldiers followed Zhang Jun's instructions to the supervisor, handed the person to him and went back to report his life.

The supervisor was confused and didn't understand why he had to send the Taoist to him, but even if the husband ordered it, it would not be violated. He personally arranged a residence and an application.

With gunpowder in his hand, Zhang Jun became happy and didn't feel that disgusted with the terrible tea-making.

Humming a little song, he began to write a letter, write a plan for the army organization, a training outline, and a merger and development plan for the mining industry. There are too many things to do.

Only when I really started writing, I realized why officials had to be assigned to a few staff members and judges, etc. The brush was slow and tiring, which was really not a bad thing. There were so many strokes in traditional Chinese characters.

No wonder the emperor prepared two departments for his edict.

A memorial is a memorial. The report written by a minister to the emperor was called a memorial before the Ming Dynasty. Because it was a document of the upstream, it was called a memorial. The memorial was in the format. For example, Zhuge Liang's memorial was called a memorial in the Qing Dynasty.

It is called a watch for the emperor, so the word praise is quite advanced.

The call to the prime minister, the call to the crown prince, the call to the remarks or Qi, and the call to the superior officials. They all refer to the format.

The letters of officials from within the river are called official certificates. There are strict regulations.

There are also comments, books, and words, which are all remarks. The various regulations and rules here are quite complicated, mainly depending on the content and intention.

Zhang Jun also wanted to find someone to write for him, but what he wanted to write was really difficult to explain clearly to people of this era, for fear of problems.

After writing the beginning, Zhang Jun was really impatient. His professional title alone was dozens of words.

"Come, please don't come."

The personal soldiers jogged all the way to find Gao Qing.

"My husband summoned me?" Gao Qing walked in and bowed.

"Come on, Brother Gao," Zhang Jun stood up to greet Gao Qing: "There is really a lot of business and it's hard to deal with the beginning and end. Please ask Brother Gao to help me."

"The husband told me to do my best."

"I can do it, I can. I want to form a military service. Please ask Brother Gao to write a letter to send it to Liangzhou to see the saint with Zhu Li Ni. This matter is of great importance, and only Brother Gao can do it in the mansion."

Gao Qing thought for a while, looked up at Zhang Jun and asked, "I don't know what the husband said... but I want to become a governor?"

Zhang Jun waved his hand and said with a smile: "That's something that is domineering, and I can't wait. Just explain the matter clearly and let the saint know about Feng Xiang's situation. Zhu Ni's subordinates were killed, Li Ni was overthrown, and Feng Xiang changed his banner and returned to the Giant Tang Dynasty.

It was a matter of Fengxiang Shaoyin, who was a military officer, and Fengyou marched to Sima, and the temporary acting governor was the responsibility of the government and military affairs, and there was no usurpation.

Now that I, Fengxiang, has been in charge of Chang'an for a long time, the soldiers are returning to the camp, and Longyou is in a defense without any hindrance. Everything is peaceful, please rest assured. As for... the matter of the envoy, according to the emperor's decision, Fengxiang will follow the sacred will.

During this period, I naturally felt that the merchants and people were comforted by the people, and they worked diligently in military affairs, waiting for the emperor to do their best. Well, that's it.

Oh, the former governor Zhang Gongyi was killed by Li Ni, and this revenge has been avenged. I want to talk about this matter."

Gao Qing stood there thinking, nodded, and didn't go back to do it. He picked up the pen, thought for a while and started writing. This was to make a draft.

It was very troublesome for the ancients to write something. They had to write a draft, then ponder it sentence by sentence, modify it again and again, and finally copy the final draft.

What Zhang Jun didn't know was that in history, he would be exiled to Songzhou next year, serving as the governor of Xiazhou, and went directly from the Beijing official to Zhejiang, more than a thousand kilometers away, which was like exile.

Then he caught the flood when he was in office, so he had to move with the whole county. After three years of land reclamation and farming, the court and the prefecture did not have a penny subsidy, and it relied on self-reliance, which left a reputation for being passed down.

This is because he was an official of Zhu Li, and there is also because of Chang Gun. Dezong especially disliked Chang Gun, and Zhang Zeng was recommended by Chang Gun.

...

Seeing Gao Qing start writing, Zhang Jun thought for a while and went to the door to call his personal soldiers to pick up Shi Dai.

After the personal soldiers left, Zhang Jun went around to the back and found the carpenter who was building the bed according to his drawings, and asked them to make some wood pieces.

When Shi Dai took it, he asked the carpenter to make it into a flat column shape, and put it in a wooden piece and wrap it firmly with hemp paper. Even if the simple pencil is made, it is a bit ugly.

Several carpenters gathered around and watched Zhang Jun's manipulation, and they were confused by the fact that they frowned. Shi Dai was not worth much, and some people were all black everywhere they met. Except for craftsmen, they were all used by women.

Zhang Jun was satisfied with his pencil, so it was much more convenient to write. In fact, it was not that he could not write calligraphy on the brush, but that he was used to using a hard pen, and the speed of using a brush would make people crazy.

"You can polish the stone daisy carefully, make the wood chips more delicate, carve it with gravure prints, embed the stone daisy with glue, and just slightly thinner than the fingers. It can be called an ink pen."

Zhang Jun gestured to several carpenters with his homemade pencil and explained to him: "Put it with wood to increase the hardness, so that it will not be easy to break when writing and drawing, and it will not make your fingers black.

Whether you use it by craftsmen or by our officials or civilians, it is beneficial. This type of writing is countless times faster than a brush, with clear handwriting, and can be written very small and saves hemp paper.

If you don’t use it, you will not contaminate clothes, which will save you the cumbersomeness of grinding ink and washing inkstones, and it is extremely convenient. What do you think? The creation is so cheap, so how can children use it to read and write?"

"But use a knife to cut wood to use it?" A carpenter understood.

"It's still too soft, too easy to break, and too uncontrollable." Another carpenter thought for a while, probably made one in his heart, and then found that it was not that easy to use.

Natural graphite is so soft.

Nowadays, we are all using purer graphite ores. If there are many impurities, they will be hard and hard, and they will not be able to write or write well. They are just a piece of not very hard stone.

However, if you make a pencil, there is no problem. Those with high purity and those with low purity are ground into powder, and then mixed with a certain proportion of clay to burn it, which can write and have sufficient hardness.

This recipe is not difficult. You can find it after a few more firing times. There is no question of wasting it.

It’s just the current technology, how to squeeze out practical refills is a problem.

Zhang Jun took Shi Dai and told several carpenters about the entire process of making the pen, and also explained the method of grinding, mixing, extruding and firing. Several carpenters felt as if they had gained a treasure, carefully recorded it with their pens, and specially marked the time.
Chapter completed!