"Hmph, our Tang Dynasty wins battles every day. Do you want those soldiers to wander around our door all day long?!" Li Shu's counterattack left me speechless. After staying by my side for a long time, I even learned my oral words.

"Well, this is the same, otherwise, our door is designed like this..." The square Arc de Triomphe has been changed, combined with the elegant oriental architectural art, with steep eaves and walls, but it is all made of granite buildings. Of course, I built on the concept of no best but better. At least granite is weather-resistant, so it is not difficult to keep it for one or two thousand years at a time. It also saves the decoration and maintenance fees of ordinary wooden doors, which is a very investment.

"What is this? Junlang, what is your picture?" Li Shu curiously pointed at another design drawing on the table, "This is called the ancient Roman Arena, do you like it?"

The beautiful girl raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly, with a very contemptuous look: "It's not good-looking, such a circle-like thing is afraid that it won't be able to live in anyone." Li Shu's thoughts made me feel relieved. If this girl activates evil spirits and really asks me to build such a building, let alone the historians in later generations were scared out of neurasthenia, even Uncle Li would have caused me to end up playing a life-and-breaking life with the lion and tiger.

Research and discussion, Cheng Luanluan and Green Butterfly are also beauties with artist temperament. They and Li Shu helped to appreciate them. Soon, a group of buildings with unique styles and blended with the charm of the East and West were selected to file a case. According to Li Shu, her favorite thing is that she can live in different rooms every day, looking at the different exquisiteness outside the window. Well, this is a bit difficult, but this is not a problem. She is just a little doubtful if Li Shu’s problem is royal inheritance. But we heard that when the emperor was afraid of being chopped up all day long, he would never squat in a nest at night. Li Shu rolled his eyes hatefully and put the red marks on his arms. I understand, we were fooling the directors in later generations again.

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Finally, after nearly ten days of hard work, the first batch of completed design drawings were approved by Zhong Hua, the first architect of the Ministry of Works: "It can be built, but the official does not know if this thing can live in it. Look at this..."

After a long time of sight, I came back to the taste: "That's what I'm going to use to lock up animals, huh? What's going on..." Damn, the cattle shed was almost designed into the White House. It must be that Li Shu's crying made me mess up my thinking. I quickly crumpled the drawing into a ball and stuffed it into my sleeves. Well, this failed work must not be passed down to future generations. When I go home and renovate it, it's best to redesign the cattle shed in our mansion. After all, we are a literary master who is well-versed in both Chinese and Western cultures. I think dense buildings like the Pentagon are more suitable. After all, the structural tightness and safety of the building must be harmoniously unified with the comfort and density of the animals. Well, that's it!

As for the others, I will talk about it later. In short, there is no best, only better, this is my goal.

After Zhong Hua's appraisal, the designs I designed have great architectural artistic value, which is very good. Finally, I copied it? Bah, my great ideas will definitely be imitated by later generations. At that time, I will definitely be worshipped by later architects as a master of architecture.

Well, my thoughts are a little out of fire. Continue, design and working hours are also occupied by my amateur design hobbies. The main reason is that the college’s work has now entered a stage of steady development. The textbooks currently used in the college can meet the use of these first-year students. The most important thing in their cultural courses is to learn to read and read.

Finally, I stopped my pen, moved my wrists, and led two loyal servants to stroll in the college. Now it is class time, and the sound of reading sounds coming from each classroom are aloud. Unfortunately, everyone is not using the unified Guanzhong accent, very southern and northern accent. There is no way. The elites in the college come from all over the world, bringing us a fresh tone style, but unfortunately, there is no fellow villager who speaks the Guizhou dialect here.

Soon, I met Li Jing, a military god in the Tang Dynasty who was a priest at the academy. This old man was very dedicated and diligent in his work attitude, which made us ashamed.

"I have met Uncle Li." I quickly saluted respectfully and greeted the general who had already stepped forward to me.

"Haha, I didn't expect that I would actually run into my nephew here. Haha, I love my nephew, why are you free to come out and walk around today?" Uncle Li Jing patted my shoulder kindly and said with a faint smile.

"I'm just going around today. Uncle, you are in poor health. You should have a rest. If there are any illegal or irregular disciplines in the academy, you will only be able to hand them over to Lord Duan for handling. I will report to you other matters." Looking at the tired old man, I said with some guilt.

Li Jing was seriously injured on the battlefield many times when he was young, so he is old and has not recovered. He was originally retired, but he still worked so hard for the work of the college and often left the college very late to handle the affairs of the college. This made me feel very, well, it’s hard to say, but I feel uncomfortable anyway.

"It's okay, I'm just tired. If I really sat down, I'd probably have gone to see the late emperor long ago. I was busy, so I forgot all the illnesses on my body, haha... By the way, my nephew, it's a good thing for the students in the college to read and read. However, I always feel that some teachers themselves..." Li Jing didn't finish speaking, but the girl from Wenxin Pavilion hit me, and I understood what he meant. Seeing me signaling him to continue speaking, General Duan nodded, and the leader slowly walked in the college playground. "Why don't my nephew recruit those well-read people from Chang'an City to teach?" General Duan was stunned. He looked up and met the slightly turbid but sharp eagle eyes.

"Actually, my nephew thought about it, but this is not as simple as my nephew thought. Those nerds, well, those fathers and sons who have been talking nonsense all day long always think that teaching us soldiers has reduced their identities and insulted their politeness." Somewhat I meant to be complaining, but I'm telling the truth, there are no less than 100,000 scholars in Chang'an City, but what are these people doing? Every day I go to a brothel, go down a teahouse, and pick up a leaf, and I can chat for half a day. Everyone thinks they are famous scholars in the Wei and Jin dynasties, and everyone thinks they are eight wise men in the bamboo forest. They eat nonsense all day long with their family property, pick up girls, and show off without any serious people.

At the beginning, the college gave them high salaries and asked them to teach culture, but those people were like we asked them, literati, to work as a trash picker, and they were avoided. Some people even criticized us for the idea of ​​making progress and pursuing ideals. I was so angry that I almost picked up my knife and chopped up all of these guys, without a single bird.

"Yes, those scholars and scholars, who can look down on us soldiers who have expanded our territory for the country and the people? Even Junji's brother, who is a Ministry of War, has been impeached for many times." Uncle Li Jing sighed very much. I understand his feelings. Li Jing and Hou Junji can be regarded as a pair of masters and apprentices. The relationship is very good, but Hou Junji is too domineering and thinks he has learned the skills of Uncle Li Jing.

Later, he was unparalleled in the world. In the past, when he met Uncle Li Jing, the girl from Wenxin Pavilion beat him and performed the rituals of master and apprentice. However, now, he seemed to be discussing the teachings with Uncle Li Jing in his generation, and he often complained that Uncle Li Jing taught him to keep a move, which was dissatisfied with the Tang Dynasty. Uncle Li also asked Uncle Li. Later, he finally understood Hou Junji's character, so when Lord Wei Zheng recommended Hou Junji as a servant to Uncle Li, he was directly rejected by Uncle Li.

However, Uncle Li Jing, who has made outstanding achievements in military affairs and has always adhered to the doctrine of the mean, is still nostalgic. This personality will end up well and will also be praised by later generations, the military god of the Tang Dynasty.

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"So, my nephew thinks that this is not a good thing. I, the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, are not just thousands of students in the academy, among which there are also many literate people. They can understand that war is not something that those literati and poets can use their mouths to pry. They also understand that the construction of the army's ideological appearance will have a great impact on the country and the court. It is far better for them to teach themselves than those teachers who know how to study hard all day long. At least, they will not let these students put down their butcher knives and conquer others with virtue."

"Hahaha... I won't let others hear this by believing in my son-in-law, otherwise you will be afraid of having a great grudge against those fathers and sons." Uncle Li Jing nodded his fingers at me and said with a smile.

"How can I? My nephew's words are just complaining, hehe..." I quickly declared that safety is the first priority. After all, I am also a model for the current Tang scholars and scholars. I am a model of young and handsome people, and I will not do anything to destroy my image.

Uncle Li Jing smiled and raised his hands behind his back: "It's okay for me to be this sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial silence. On weekdays, I often wander around the college. Seeing these people's spirit of studying, I couldn't help but feel a little itchy. Nephew, can I arrange something for me?"
Chapter completed!