Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"Lu Zhen and others were sent to prison?"

Ji Gang looked at the names on the list in disbelief, and asked, "Why is this?"

Pang Ying smiled bitterly: "My lord, it's Lu Zhen..."

"wait."

Ji Gang raised his hand to stop Pang Ying. He frowned and said, "Let the official guess, could it be that Lu Zhen sent the woman off? According to the official's calculation, at most it was a rant, why... Is there anyone involved in this?"

Pang Ying arched his hand and said in admiration: "It is indeed an adult. This incident was triggered by a Cochin woman who escaped and shouted injustice outside the Ministry of Rites."

It is reasonable to guess the origin of the matter, Ji Gang should be proud. But he sighed slightly, looking at the fallen leaves that were rolled up by the autumn wind with complicated eyes, and muttered: "Pang Ying, you said that if we didn't have a bad relationship with Fang Xing back then, would it be..."

Pang Ying was shocked when he heard the words, thinking that Ji Gang had already woke up to this level with fear?

There were less than ten people in the Civil and Martial Arts of Manchu that could make Ji Gang jealous before, but now there is one more Fang Xing.

"Fine!"

Ji Gang's expression lifted and raised his eyebrows: "He is just relying on his relationship with the Prince's family, but after all, the Prince is a thorn in his majesty's heart, and it will happen sooner or later. When the time comes, the official will see how he will behave when he wakes up!"

Pang Ying's heart was a little uneasy and said: "My lord, that cochin woman..."

"The officer knows."

Ji Gang looked tired and said: "Someone must have shown her the way, and even if she can escape from the camp, someone will help in secret, but this matter is a foregone conclusion and it is useless to say more."

...

Those houses were only capped, and the autumn rain came.

The autumn rain is like filaments, which makes people feel wet.

Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji were walking in this silky rain, and the rows of bungalows in front of them were like musket arrays, waiting to be reviewed.

"Brother Dehua, Lu Zhen went to jail, and Grandpa Huang seemed to have murdered him."

Zhu Zhanji reached out his hand and patted the wall, saying with satisfaction.

Fang Xing entered the house and saw that the cement stove had been hit in the kitchen, so he glanced at the structure.

"Mathematics Volume Two is ready to be published."

Fang Xing avoided this topic, he didn't want Zhu Zhanji to know his thoughts.

"That's great!"

Zhu Zhanji always wanted to publish all of Fang Xing's textbooks, but Fang Xing always refused.

"But print less, try the response first if you say it later."

Fang Xing is not optimistic about the sales of the second volume.

If the first book is enlightenment, then the second book is for those who are interested in mathematics.

But how many people can Daming be interested in mathematics?

"Ten thousand copies."

Fang Xing finally set the number of prints.

"Too little, right?"

Zhu Zhanji thought of the best-selling volume of the first volume, and felt that Fang Xing was somewhat conservative.

Fang Xing walked out of the bungalow, looked at the hazy sky, and suddenly asked: "Zhanji, what do you say... what if I write a dictionary now?"

"dictionary?"

Zhu Zhanji thought for a while and said, "Brother Dehua, is it not enough for Wenjiezi, isn't Erya enough?"

"Not enough, but too much."

Fang Xing said with a deep gaze: "All I want is a dictionary that can help people to read. You only need to index the radicals to find the explanation of that word, which can greatly increase the literacy rate."

Interpreting words according to radicals is not a creation, but Wenjiezi is the originator.

Zhu Zhanji felt a little distracted when he heard it, "Brother Dehua, are you going to use Shu Wen Jie Zi as the basis?"

"almost."

Fang Xing showed a familiar smile from Zhu Zhanji: "I have prepared three thousand commonly used characters and their transcription."

Since the birth of Chinese characters, there have been tens of thousands of characters added through the ages.

But what people use daily is only a few thousand words, and the extra words are actually rare words.

Fang Xing took out a book from his arms and handed it to Zhu Zhanji.

The cover of this book reads: Fang Xue Dictionary.

Gee!

Zhu Zhanji had a headache when he saw the name, he knew that there would probably be something surprising in it.

After opening the dictionary, the first thing is the radical index, which is the content of a certain word on the first few pages.

"It's very convenient!"

Zhu Zhanji randomly searched the word rice, and then he was a little confused.

Meter!

In addition to the conventional explanation, the meter is actually stated as a unit of length above, and there are conversion formulas for millimeters and centimeters below.

Then he searched for the word...

Word-making, physics, the knowledge of studying the laws and basic structure of matter movement, from the stars to the subtle matter invisible to the naked eye...

Iron, copper, oxygen...

Zhu Zhanji was fascinated by it, and from time to time he saw the notes he knew and smiled knowingly.

"Can you print it?"

Fang Xing asked.

Apostasy!

Fang Xing’s dictionary directly added those words to the meaning of Fang Xue. If this were released, it would definitely cause huge controversy.

Zhu Zhanji also said unsurely: "Brother Dehua, wait for the younger brother to ask."

Fang Xing said helplessly: "Go and ask, if it is not possible to print in the palace, then I will pay for it myself and find a school outside."

Daming's printing industry is very developed, and many yamen have their own stereotypes and printing masters.

And the one who prints in the palace is the Li supervisor.

When Zhu Zhanji went to find Huang Yan, Huang Yan said without a word that it was okay and promised to print in time.

As soon as Zhu Zhanji walked away, Huang Yan couldn't help laughing.

"Betrayal! Fang Xing, Fang Xing, you are committing a crime, God has eyes, send you to our house, and wait."

A confidant on the side asked, "Father-in-law, shall we still print it to him?"

Huang Yan casually flipped through the contents of the dictionary ~www.readwn.com~ the more I read, the more excited he became, and he almost jumped into a dance.

"Yin, why don't you print it!"

Huang Yanru, who has won the treasure, handed the dictionary to the rigid craftsman, and said: "I will give our family a rigid word, hurry up. If we can finish it ahead of time, our family will reward it!"

"Also, this dictionary is not allowed to be lost. Whoever loses our family will kill him!"

Seeing Huang Yan walking out briskly, his confidants and the craftsmen couldn't help looking at each other, wondering what the big man in the palace was upset.

Fang Xingyuan was in Cochin last time, but he still indirectly caused Huang Yan to suffer from the board, and he has only recently raised it.

Several stereotypical craftsmen looked through the contents of the dictionary immediately, and were shocked.

They have carved Shuowen Jiezi, so when you look at the content inside, you know that Huang Yan is afraid that he hates the person who wrote this dictionary.

When Fang Xing realized that this was wrong, it was already the next day.

"I want to come back!"

Fang Xing hurriedly went to Taisun's Mansion and asked Zhu Zhanji to get the dictionary back without any explanation.

"Huang Yan hates me deeply, and this is a good opportunity to hit you. I have to come back quickly and I will find a place to print it myself."

Zhu Zhanji also felt that he was a little negligent, so he went into the palace to look for Huang Yan.

"Duke Huang is sick."

interesting!

Zhu Zhanji knew that Fang Xing's guess might come true, so he didn't go to Huang Yan, but just asked for the dictionary and cancelled the printing task.

Zhu Zhanji only left on his forefoot, and someone immediately notified Huang Yan of the matter.

Huang Yan was lying on the bed, and a little **** beside him was beating his leg. There were fruits and tea on the table, and he was enjoying with his eyes closed, which seemed to be sick.

After hearing that Zhu Zhanji had taken the dictionary, Huang Yan said triumphantly: "Our family had a lot of excerpts last night, and it should be...hahaha!"