Modern people who traveled through the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 8 Zhao Han's Calculation

Zhao Han doesn't want to be an official. It would be nice to have a title. Zhao Han's dream is to eat and drink, and have fun with the Tang Dynasty dudes. It's better to kill Zhao Han than to make him an official.

But Zhao Han knows that in the early Tang Dynasty, everyone was shrewd. It wasn’t the officials in the middle and late Tang Dynasty who knew about corruption and making connections. Knowledge, but when it comes to politics, he really doesn't have the confidence to outplay these people.

You can tell just by looking at the old goblin, don’t look careless, dare to insult civil servants in the court, if Li Er didn’t allow it, the old goblin would not do it to death, to put it bluntly, he was playing a double reed with Li Er, better than anyone else shrewd.

So I didn’t want to be an official at all, and hurriedly said to Li Er: "Your Majesty, I have only studied for a few days. I am afraid that the Tang Dynasty will be destroyed by my hand when I become an official. I like to study the miscellaneous knowledge left by the old Taoist since I was a child. I should let my minister do it." It is better to study something that is beneficial to the people than to be an official."

Li Eryi heard the same thing, researching more things that are beneficial to his status is better than being an official, he is still infamous now, and Zhao Han is only twelve now, so he is not in a hurry.

"Okay, I will follow you. Tomorrow the morning court will be over, and I will send someone to go to Lu Guogong's mansion to read out your rewards. It's getting late, so you can retreat."

Zhao Han and Cheng Yaojin came out of the imperial study room, Zhao Han thought about it, this Li Er is really stingy, and he didn't say let me stay for dinner, how about I haven't tasted the food made by the imperial chef?
During this journey, Zhao Han cursed Li Er's stinginess, Zhou Paipi, Li Gelangtai and other words in his heart, but the old goblin didn't say a word, until he returned to Duke Lu's mansion, Cheng Yaojin said to Zhao Han: "Xiaohan, come here In my study, I have something to tell you."

At this time, Zhao Han began to look at the old goblin. He heard that the tone was wrong, and after thinking about it, he understood why the tone was wrong. It must be because of movable type printing.

When I came to the study of the old goblin, the servant brought a small stove-like thing to make tea. The tea in the Tang Dynasty was boiled, unlike modern tea, which was fried and soaked in hot water. Tea leaves are crushed into powder and directly boiled into porridge for drinking. As for some people saying that a lot of condiments are added, that is a matter of the later Tang Dynasty, and it was used as porridge in the early Tang Dynasty.

After the servants finished making the tea, they walked out of the study room. Cheng Yaojin put down the tea bowl after taking a few sips of the tea porridge. There is no way for the Duke, he must get used to this kind of tea, because many people come to please the old goblin, it is impossible for him to drink with them every time he comes.

"Do you know why I called you to my study? The old goblin speaks very plainly, but it is because of his plainness that it is weird, because everyone knows that he is a carefree person. If the old goblin speaks in this tone, it means , What he said next was serious and important."

"Uncle, I know that my uncle called me to come to the study because I told His Majesty about movable type printing in the imperial study today. I wonder if what I said is right?"

The old goblin frowned tightly at this moment, thinking, this kid knows that this matter is so serious, why would he tell the emperor about such a major event that threatens the family?I don't know if this matter is not handled well, it will be a disaster for this kid?

At this time, the old goblin was also confused, so he asked directly if he couldn't figure it out, he would not pretend to be deep in front of the junior.

"Why do you tell me what you think? Why do you want to speak out when you know this is so serious?"

"Uncle, I will ask my uncle a question first. Is it because poor people can't afford to read because there are not enough books?"

"Ok?"

Seeing that the old goblin didn't react for a while, Zhao Han didn't plan to go around with him anymore. Maybe he would have to beat himself for this old job, and now his small body couldn't withstand his old goblin's slap.

"Uncle, you are actually ignoring one of the most important issues. Books need to be printed on paper to make a book, and I just know how to make paper that is no less than rice paper, and the cost is very low, but the boy also knows that making paper and books is in the family In my hand, if the boy makes it, he will definitely be suppressed or even killed, so the boy handed over the movable type printing method for printing books to His Majesty, so that the family will keep an eye on His Majesty, and we can secretly make paper, even if His Majesty knows , I am too embarrassed to say anything, after all, I have given the movable type printing to His Majesty, so it is impossible for him to turn against us."

After Zhao Han said all this in one breath, he was also very tired. He picked up the tea porridge on the tea table, no matter whether it was good or not, and drank most of the bowl in one go.

After hearing Zhao Han's words, the old goblin immediately understood. This kid still kept a hand, which is not bad. It does take a small risk and make a lot of money. Although movable type printing is good, it is also a hot hand Who knows that one day Li Er will miss him. Books are the foundation of scholars, but paper is different. As long as the price is not too low, Li Er will only think that it is a new production method and will not care about others. of.

After thinking about this, the old goblin felt relieved, and immediately slapped him. At this time, Zhao Han was still tasting the boiled tea, and he also found it very novel. He didn't taste it well just now, but now he drank it in small sips. How could the old goblin know? Knowing how to slap himself, the slap was so sudden that Zhao Han's mouthful of tea porridge was stuck in his throat, and he coughed out of breath, almost suffocating to death.

It took a while to slow down, Zhao Han looked at the old goblin with resentful little eyes, and the old goblin was thick-skinned, not afraid that Zhao Han would look at him.

"What are you worried about, boy? It's not easy to beat you, so you don't tell me in advance? Let me worry all the way, if it's the three sons of my family, I will strip off my clothes and let him go to the training ground and ride a horse."

When Zhao Han heard this, he immediately felt a coolness reflected in his balls. How much does this old man hate his son? Don't these three buddies belong to this old man?

Zhao Han immediately fantasized about those bloody plots in his heart, and giggled while imagining, the old goblin had goose bumps all over his body, and he slapped him again, what are you so silly about?
"No, I just feel that my uncle's family education is so strict that the three brothers will have great achievements in the future. I am happy for the three brothers."

Zhao Han doesn't blush when he tells nonsense, and he may not be as good as these old guys when he plays politics and conspiracy, but when it comes to talking, he is really not afraid of these idiots, who can say that they doubt life.

The old goblin heard that this kid was very good, and was very satisfied. He smiled and took a sip of the tea porridge. What kind of bastard has a temper.

Zhao Han was also very speechless, you said you are so old and still so ruffian, hey!

"I'm really not used to drinking this stuff. Let's go, boy, I'm going to drink with my uncle. After talking, I dragged Zhao Han to the living room."

"Uncle, the boy is only 12 years old, you can't teach the boy to be bad, Zhao Han really doesn't know whether to cry or laugh at this time."

Which one is this old goblin's real face?
"Fart, those three bastards in my family secretly drank alcohol at the age of ten, and they are not young at the age of 12. One day, let that kid Chubi take you for a walk in Pingkangfang."

"Damn, this old man asked his son to take him to the brothel?"

(End of this chapter)