"Damn!" He was very angry, stinky girl, I couldn't see it. How could I know that I kissed Xiao Ludie, and I touched the palace maid's sister's perky buttocks and pinched it? It seems that tomorrow, the whole house of Fang Mansion will report my gossip again. If you buy a dog, you must buy a vicious dog and put it at the entrance of my yard.

Walking back into the house with hatred, Green Butterfly was stumbled at the palace maid who was smiling with shame and annoyance. Looking at the two beautiful girls, she was in a very happy mood. Yes, what is hard to buy with money is the smile from the heart. Money? Damn, I slapped myself and was busy eating, drinking and playing scoundrels all day long. Why did I remember such a big thing now? Money? This thing is good, no longer possible. After the meal is finished, we have to come back and think about it carefully. Now that I am going to get married and start a career, I have to think about it carefully. Making money is a big thing. I can't be confused about this young man who travels with my parents. If there are other travelers in the Tang Dynasty, it would be strange if I don't drown me with saliva. It's urgent. OK, I will turn around and leave to fill my stomach first. I'm hungry and I'm really not in the mood to think about such a big thing.

There was still a long way from the front hall, and I heard the old man's extremely happy laughter. I was a little confused. Could it be that after Uncle Cheng put down his harsh words, he crawled home to sleep?

As soon as I entered the front hall, I was shocked and I knew who it was without opening my eyes. "Mom, I didn't do anything, why did you beat the baby?" I screamed, and I was still a little guilty, afraid that my mother would know what embarrassing things we had again.

"What did you say to your Uncle Cheng? If that old guy is now making trouble in Chang'an City, everyone knows." My mother angrily wanted to pull me again, so she quickly flee and hide behind my elder brother. "It's not me who made trouble. Uncle Cheng's attitude today is so bloody, and he wants to eat the child. What can the child not say? You can't let Uncle Cheng break the child, right? You and your father are not at home. Who can suppress him?"

Uncle Shen also spoke at the side: "Yes, madam, no wonder the second young master. The Duke's posture scared me at that time. I almost thought he was going to demolish our house. Fortunately, the second young master responded properly and finally persuaded Duke to stop and did not make any trouble. He sent it out of the mansion safely..."

Hurry up and bow to Uncle Shen. It is rare that there is someone who speaks for me, a real person.

"Hmph! Old man, the courage of every man!" My father spoke up with a makeup look of a million soldiers in his arms and squinted his eyes: "Madam, don't blame Jun'er, this is a trick for Jun'er to accidentally hit this matter."

"What?!" The whole family stared at the prime minister and stared at the old man. He was so angry that my father kept him in sipping the tea and siping the tea without saying anything. My mother couldn't help it. She pulled the corner of the old man's clothes lightly.

"Boy, you, it's so lively today. The old man Cheng Zhijie has been in court. His majesty is so angry that he almost wants to draw his sword. Hahaha..." My father gave me a blank look and continued to smile happily and sip tea.

This young master sat aside in shame and wondered what dad meant. The old guy was hitting the court, and my dad kept laughing here. Could it be? He glanced at my dad, with a normal smile, no neurotic sign.

"Master, don't keep it aside. The old guy came to the door and was pointed at by this little bastard. Now it's a storm. Do you still say it's a good thing?" My mother glared at me fiercely, and I flicked my brother's back. After a while, half of her head was exposed, alerting that my mother could explode at any time.

"Hmph, that old guy. Just take a look. This matter will not stop for three or five days. Since this matter is known to everyone in Chang'an, it will be better... Hahaha." My father's eyes twitched, and he laughed insidiously. After a while, he said, "Your Majesty has made it clear that Old Mansion Cheng is not so easy to deal with. Now, we can't worry about our Fang Mansion." My father's words are indeed a trick. Two old men compete for their son-in-law and love to fight. It's better for the whole world to know. My family is silent and pretending to be wronged, which also allows the people of Chang'an City to see clearly. It's not the question of whoever we want to marry, but the question of whoever we fight against and who will win.

Why do I feel a little uncomfortable? Forget it, I don't care about him. Anyway, this girl, this girl, has been married. Since Uncle Li agreed to me, I think I will not make a mistake. However, based on the privacy leaked by Uncle Li accidentally yesterday, hehehe, two old men, is this young master a crow's mouth? Well, is it a master of prophecy? Last night, I was thinking about letting Uncle Li and Uncle Cheng fight, but I didn't expect that my dreams will come true today. Alas, the Tang Dynasty does not protect the personal safety of the entertainment journalist. Otherwise, I really want to go deep into the fire and interview in person to obtain first-hand information. Thinking of this, the fire of gossip burning in my heart, and I couldn't help but sigh, regret...

After the old man woke up at this little, the family felt like they were shaking the fog and saw the clouds clear. For a moment, the eldest brother first praised the old man for his complete wisdom and was deeply honored for the way he had this prime minister as our brother to learn. The family rushed up and patted the old man's eyes so narrowed that he could not see anything, and almost poked his beard into the tea.

Afterwards, the family enthusiastically discussed the consequences of two old men fighting for a son-in-law at the dining table, and made various predictions about this. My mother was not very determined and always felt that the two daughters were good. It would be best to combine the status of the Li daughter with the characteristics of the Cheng daughter's eugenics and educating her to form a brand new species. My father was not the case. He was a firm supporter of the imperial power, and my elder brother and sister-in-law believed that Uncle Cheng had the potential to defeat the strong with the weak, and the family was so quarreling that he was so quarreling.

Even Uncle Shen, who was standing aside, was eager to try it out. His heads were vaguely hiding from the window and outside the door, and they were all gossipers in the house. The third brother had no one to discipline him. He climbed up proudly and secretly poured the old man's wine into my mother's teacup. Then his butt mother slapped her hard and threw it to the wet nurse, howling. This young man looked with a dark face, holding a bowl, looking at the family, who were all! He was also in the prime minister's mansion, and the entire gossiper base camp—

"Jun'er, come with me." After a while, the family finally finished the discussion. After eating and drinking, the old man burped me and walked towards the study.

"Have your Majesty done what you have told me?" When I arrived at the study room, the old man who was originally happy closed the door of the study sneakily and spread his hands seriously in front of me.

He quickly took out the rough things he had written during the day from his arms and respectfully handed them to the old man.

"Boy! I have practiced calligraphy for a long time, but I can't see much improvement." The old man glared at me fiercely. He poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip, pointed to the opposite side and said, "Sit down and wait until I see it."

The old man had no trace of drunkenness he had just shown, and he regained the shrewd prime minister's face and looked at the draft handed over meticulously.

I knelt obediently across from the old man, waiting for my father to speak.

"I want to ask you, why did this plan come out?" The old man pointed the table with his hands. He looked very energetic and smiled meaningfully.

"Children... I really want to share my father's worries. Seeing his father staying and working hard day and night for the people of the Tang Dynasty... So I racked my brains to..."

"Don't talk nonsense!" The old man glared at me angrily, sucking tea with kindness on his face, his expression did not change much. It seemed that my father was not displeased with my flattery, but he was just embarrassed.

"Jun'er, I want to ask you. Why are you not allowed to send various craftsmen to marry in your advice and to bring extravagant things? I understand, but I don't know what's the point of sending you to Tubo with your 100,000 volumes of Buddhist scriptures?"

The old man couldn't help but stunned me. What does it mean? I don't understand. The scriptures are just sending bald guys, and what do they say without scriptures? It's like you ask someone to rob, can you do it without swords and guns?

"Father, when the monk goes to preach the scriptures, there must be scriptures?"

"This matter...ah, don't talk about 100,000 volumes, even 10,000 volumes are difficult!" The old man frowned.

"How difficult?" Blinking, where did the old man start to say this? He didn't say a thousand pieces of porcelain, and didn't blink a thousand carts of silk, but he was worried about the scriptures.

He picked up the book on the table and flipped it out, printed, printed and paper... Slap! This young master slapped the table: "I'm there! Oh, why are you trying to hit the child?" He rubbed his head aggrievedly.

"Don't be shocked and deceitful to me. I'll be scared to you even if I'm not sick." The old man looked dark and stared at the few beards that were pulled down in his hand with heartache...

"Oh, I will pay attention next time. Father, I have two things. I am just about to offer them to the court and discuss with my father." Who am I, the general teacher, the general teacher, don't know? Do you know what the general oil is? What the perpetual oil does? What the perpetual oil does? Bah, I'm wrong, I know everything, but I only know a little bit. And I am the genius of the intensive education in the future: quality assurance, absolutely the general teacher of perpetual oil. Physics, chemistry, literature, history, geography, what can't be used to make half a bottle of vinegar? This is our strength.

"But it has something to do with it?" I'm so smart. The old man can tell at first, and he deserves to be the prime minister-

"That's right, the child has two things to offer to his father. One is papermaking." He lifted his pen, raised his hand to grind the ink, and started writing: papermaking, the rice paper thing is too expensive now, which made me abused by tree leaves when I first arrived in the Tang Dynasty. The main thing is that the broken bamboo shoot is disgusting, how dare I use it? Since it was cold and winter, I can only practice calligraphy diligently every day. Why is it so good to have paper to wipe my butt?

For my butt and for the butts of all people in the world are no longer abused by tree leaves, I wrote with divine help, and my mind was clear. The skills of papermaking that I saw in the past through time travel novels are very clear. Papermaking is the process of combining plant fibers. In the early stage, the first thing to do is to soak these plants. The mechanical method is to break up and grind the plant fibers, and the chemical method is to steam and cook them with lime and wood ash. Of course, after making paper pads, washing, bleaching, adding materials, adding glue, making paper, drying, and calendering, then making paper. The process of rice paper is definitely much more complicated than this. I remember this procedure. Can it be made? Damn! As long as there are such things, there are too many wise men in the Tang Dynasty, and there are countless papermakers with profound skills. It would be strange if they can't do it in three or two months.

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The old man kept inhaling from the side, what happened? Toothache or what? No matter, continue, brush, brush, it's OK. I'm done. I glanced at my father with a sign of crooked mouth and slanted eyes. It seemed that I was photographed by my versatile young master. However, just writing, it was really not a chance to show my teacher's identity, but I still had a happy time to flip my mouth. I put the pen on the pen holder and handed the papermaking technique respectfully to my father. I exposed my two front teeth: "There is another way to print. It can make my Tang Dynasty books rise to tens of millions of books."

The old man stood up at the corners of his eyes, staring at me, and put the secret recipe of papermaking in his arms with fear. He took a big mouthful of tea and calmed down, wiped the sweat from his forehead. Then he pointed his head and signaled that the young master continued.

movable type printing technique, this thing is even simpler. I am afraid that if you have an IQ of over 50, you will know what to do. You coughed twice: "Father, please see." You reached out and picked up a stamp on the table: "This is a stamp, right?"

"Well..." My father whispered through his nose, his eyes a little curious, but he became old and his performance was not obvious.

He wrapped the stamp with ink, bang! A red seal was stamped on a piece of rice paper, "This is the printed word. Right?"

"Yeah!" Why is the old man venting his anger a little thick? No matter what, I continue, and pick up another seal: "This is also a seal, right!"

"A bad beast! Can you be a fool?!" The old man suddenly started to scare me, and the seal in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"Children, I didn't think you are. Yes, I'm showing you what movable type printing technique is." He quickly helped the old man sit on him and added tea to him. He smiled respectfully.

"Is that true?" The old man had signs of white breathing in his nostrils. He looked at me with his eyes slanted, and he nodded and bowed: "How dare you tease you, Dare, Master."

"Hmph, even if I am not the prime minister, I will not dare to do so." The old man's mouth slightly raised.

"Of course! I don't dare to beat the child to death." Nonsense, you are my father, it's natural to beat me, how dare I?

"Well, then you won't continue."

"Hey, look, this is also one, hehe, father, don't stare at me, kid..." The two seals were wrapped in ink mud, and bang, two red marks appeared on the rice paper on the table, and this young master squeezed at the old man proudly.

"Is this movable type printing?" The old man twitched his eyes, his hands trembled a little. Seeing his posture, he wanted to suck someone, so he quickly took over the conversation: "No, this is just the most basic mystery of movable type printing."

"...Take it to me." After taking two seals, I put them in my hand and looked at them for a while, the old man's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he went darker: "But Jun'er, do you know that the stone used in the seals cannot be carved by picking them up at will."

"Hehehe, father, don't worry, my child actually had an idea when he was punished by you to copy books, so he figured it out day and night, verified it from multiple sources, and conducted on-site inspections? Well, he used his hands and brains to do countless hard work and experiments, and after he continued..."

"If you don't believe it or not, I will suck you!" The old man with a dark face was already on the verge of an outbreak.

"Uh... I finally summarized a set of processes and materials suitable for movable type printing." Alas... Failed, why didn't my father feel patient to listen to this master's difficult process of inventing new things like Uncle Li?

"Why don't you tell me?" The old man's expression was very ferocious, and his hands began to turn into iron sand palms while picking up the cup.

"Lead movable type printing technique!" He quickly spit it out, so that the old man would not be able to play with a big stick.

"Lead movable type printing technique?" The old man blinked his eyes, and was confused in his understanding. Hehehe, he still needs the child to give advice, right? He laughed in a hidden and weird way.

"That's right!" Very serious, very calmly, and habitually knocked on the podium? "Lead movable type, as the name suggests, is made of metal raw materials with soft texture and low melting point..." He picked up a stamp as a sample and shook it in front of my father, coughing and continued: "The main ingredients are lead, and add an appropriate amount of tin to increase hardness and wear resistance. This not only saves a lot of time for carving, but also speeds up the printing speed."

"Oh?" My father's eagle eyes flashed, he sipped his tea, nodded to me to continue. "For example, this book only needs to use a hundred or ten words for each page. The next page also has only a hundred or ten words. There are many similar words on the two pages, such as Xi and Yu. If it is printed in woodblocks, as long as one word is different, this page of paper must be carved into a board for printing, and this way..." I sighed: "I don't know how much effort it took for me to let the world read such a good book!" I glanced at my father, and sure enough, the old man raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were even more brilliant, and he still said nothing.

"If you use movable characters, hehehe, I only have more than three or four thousand Chinese characters, and I don't need six or seven hundred commonly used characters. If you find ten skilled sculptors, it takes less than half a month to complete them. Then, according to the strokes of all characters, such as one character and two characters, they are all with horizontal lines as radicals, and put these characters in one place to find which page to print and which characters are needed. Let's just pick out the few words from the carved movable characters, then use mud to fix the lead movable characters, brush them with ink, and press them on the paper. Bang! This page comes out, and the next page, you also find the appropriate lead movable characters, and then print them again."

"Bang!" The old man didn't make it with his mouth, but the sound of smashing it on the table with the stamp in his hand. I was so scared that I almost ran away, "Dad? What are you doing?" The old man's hand was too strong, so he pulled me up and rushed out of the door. What's the old man's sending me?

"Fang Shen! Fang Shen." The old man ignored me and went outside the front hall, roaring with his throat. He was very fierce. My young man was sweating coldly on his back: "Dad, what did you do? Are you always trying to do?"

"What are you afraid of? Is it okay to be a father? I can eat you!" The old man glared at me fiercely, scaring me so much that I quickly smiled, and I was really nervous.

"Here, come, Master, you are in the middle of the night. What are you going to do with the second young master?" Uncle Shen replied in a distance, wearing his clothes.

"Prepare horses, I want to go to the palace with Jun'er to see you immediately."

"Ah?!" I was scared. What did you do? It was midnight. What did the old man want to do? Do you also want to have a fight with Uncle Li in the middle of the night?

"What?" The old man signaled Uncle Shen to call someone to pull the horse, then turned his head and said solemnly to me: "If Jun'er's achievements are accomplished tonight, he will be able to write a note in that historical book. In the future, scholars will definitely remember my son's name. I am really relieved, hahahaha..." The more he laughed, the more cheerful he became.

I understand. The old man was thinking of playing tricks with Uncle Li in the middle of the night, not fighting. Now he was relieved, so he quickly flattered: "This is also the credit for listening to his father's teachings day and night and studying the books of sages every day. If it weren't for the father's suggestions, what would the child..."

The old man smiled and was in a good mood. He walked hand in hand to the outside of the mansion. After a while, six servants and guards stood in front of him with lanterns and horses. Fang Cheng was a loyal servant in the row, each of whom was fat and strong, with great potential to be a thug.

The old man is already sixty years old, but he is very agile and is more familiar with lifting the reins and kicking than me.

I just climbed onto the horse and was very excited to be praised by my father in the middle of the night. I was thinking about meeting Uncle Li. When he praised us, the young man, how should I be modest?

"Slow! Jun'er..."

"Baby is here!" he sat on the horse and responded with great sternness.

"Don't go." My father turned his head.

"Why?" It's very depressed, what does it mean.

"Don't forget, what happened to Mr. Cheng." My father drove his horse to the front and muttered in my ear, and then I woke up. Yes, at this moment, it was the time when the two old men were fighting the most. I went, wasn't I looking for a blow?

"Then, the child is waiting for his father at home." He quickly dismounted. Even if I am now, I won't go. Who knows if the two old men are standing on the roof of the Tai Chi Hall, just like Ximen Chuxue and Ye Gucheng, there is a number one duel in the world. If I go young, I will definitely be torn into cold chicken shreds.

"Haha, don't wait for me, you can rest early, go!" Looking at my father's still stubborn back, "Father! It's dark, keep it easy!" I don't know if my father heard it...—

I helped Uncle Shen close the door of the mansion. When I raised my eyes, the moon had already reached the west. I bid farewell to Uncle Shen, who looked tired, walked towards my yard and walked into the gate. When I saw an orange hanging lamp lit outside my room. My heart warmed up. It was now, and I was still waiting for me.

I gently walked into the half-closed door. On the bed, my black hair was leaning against the head of the bed. It seemed that I was too tired to wait and I was asleep. When I arrived in front of the bed, the beautiful face of the palace maid who slept very sweetly appeared in front of me.

Perhaps because I blocked the light, the palace maid sister wanted to wake up. Her cute expression between half-sleeping and half-awake, and the perfect curve of the thin blanket, I was completely stunned.

"Young master, you are back!" The palace maid opened her eyes, and a beautiful joy appeared on her lazy and cute pretty face. As the arms moved, her plump and almost exaggerated peaks were trembling. Under her thin underwear, the two protruding points above the peaks were so eye-catching and breathtaking.

"Young Master..." The palace maid's voice became more and more greasy, and her charming eyes were filled with a hint of spring. "Where is the green butterfly?" After swallowing his saliva, he asked subconsciously, "Aren't the two of them waiting for me here? That girl should be hiding from the quilt, I reached out to lift the quilt...

A pair of plump long legs that were as smooth as greasy as greasy appeared in my eyes. My Lady Sister, she, was only wearing a thin and almost completely transparent bed pants. Her rippling eyes, her plump and bright lips slightly opened, her cute nose wings were swelling rapidly, under her slender jade neck and above her underwear, there was a large snow-colored white greasy, and a deep groove between her peaks. My Lady Sister's fingers, which were also dyed into rose, gently fell on my face, cool, soft contact on my skin, made me feel cold. "My Sister Die'er has been back to the house and slept for a long time..." My Lady Sister's heart-wrenching voice didn't seem to be talking at all, but it was like a seductive moan. Her fingers fell down her cheeks and fell on my chin. A trace of charming cunning appeared on the corner of her lips, and she hooked gently...

Bang, this young master, who was so powerful that he was extremely angry, was hooked on the bed by a finger of the palace maid. The palace maid let out a charming moan, and his slender legs were already wrapped around me like two snake devils.

The fragrance of the powder, a frankincense that is rich and thin is blowing towards you...
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