C42 This Is Working with Your Life!

After sending Wang Zizhao back to his own room, Tang Yue was forced to stay behind and answer a few questions from the queen.

If she had to take care of her son in close quarters, her son would have to depend on her.

Even though his status was noble, he had never enjoyed happiness since young. On the contrary, at such a young age, he had already gone to the battlefield to protect his family and protect his country, and had even wanted to do his best for the sake of the common people of South Jin.

Tang Yue was the one who suffered the most due to this kind of family tag, he agreed without being careful. Looking at the gentle and graceful Queen Madame Hu, he thought of his mother who had the personality of a tigress.

"Nephew Tang, my son will be counting on you. I can't stay outside the palace for too long, I'll come visit you another day."

Even after King Hu left, Tang Yue was still a little unconscious. How did he become a good nephew?

Wang Zizhao laid on the bed, the butler led the servants in carrying a case full of bamboo slips and moved them to the bedside and arranged them into different categories on the table, making it easier for Wang Zizhao to read.

This is working with my life!

Tang Yue suddenly felt deep veneration for this kind of person. Although they had great authority, the responsibilities they had were heavy on their shoulders. All the citizens of a country placed their trust in them.

"Actually, you can make a small table that can be placed on a bed, so you don't have to be so tired." Tang Yue thought of the past computer tables, and felt that they were especially suitable for people who were working even when they were sick.

The butler's eyes lit up. He was about to send someone to prepare a table.

Tang Yue reminded him from behind: "It's best if the table corner is moved, it can be folded, and is usually convenient to store."

The butler thought about it and clapped. "Good! This is exactly how it should be! "

Once he left, only Tang Yue and Wang Zizhao remained in the room. Hu Jinpeng had the position of an official and couldn't possibly stay here all day.

Wang Zizhao was reading a book quietly. Since he had nothing better to do, he started to tour around his room.

This room was at least two hundred square meters and was divided into an inner room. Its style was cold and hard, as usual, but everything it used was visually sensitive.

Tang Yue thought that he wouldn't be able to see any exquisite decorations in this era, but upon closer inspection, he realized that these seemingly simple and unadorned items were actually all of excellent craftsmanship.

The wooden furniture was meticulously engraved with a variety of designs, and the bronze and porcelain furniture was also beautifully crafted. It did not look like the dusty, worn, and old furniture that was found in museums.

Tang Yue admired each and every piece of these handicrafts, savoring the characteristics that belonged to this era. It was only then that he realized that the era had not only changed the human geography and political economy.

"This King will give you which one you like." It was unknown when Wang Zizhao looked over, but he was speaking to Tang Yue who had a face full of drool.

Tang Yue coughed twice. Just now, he accidentally calculated the value of these antiques in his mind.

One had to know that even a random item here would be priceless even in modern times. It was enough for him to squander his entire life.

He tried his best to be generous and calm, "My family has as much as they want, who cares." No wonder!

Wang Zizhao did not expose him, he pointed to a set of carving knife on the table, "I saw that you used a very special knife previously, although this knife is only for carving, it has been made by an ancient master craftsman, if you like it, I can give it to you."

Tang Yue hadn't even noticed what was on the table just now, and a single glance was sufficient to subdue the smooth patterns on the blade.

He took one and held it in his hand. His hand felt surprisingly good. In this era, this knife was like a pen and was very important.

"Won't it be troublesome to use this knife to carve words?" Tang Yue turned his head and asked.

Wang Zizhao still remembered the charcoal pen that Tang Yue had brought back, he shook his head and said, "Although the charcoal pen is convenient to write, it is not durable and the writing cannot be kept for long."

"No …" "Charcoal is only temporary. It can be used to fix a beast hair into a pen tip with a thin bamboo tube. It can be used to write and will definitely save more time and effort than a carving knife."

Wang Zizhao sank into deep thought, and asked after a long while: "How do I fix it? What is ink? "

"I can't explain it even if I told you. Find someone with good skills and I'll teach him how to make the brush first. As for Mo …" That would take some time to study. "

He remembered that "Qi Min Key Techniques" had a record of a method to produce ink. The main raw materials were pine and oil. How to successfully produce it was something he would only know after experimentation.

Wang Zizhao's interest in brush and ink was not inferior to his interest in horses and swords. He also knew that other than strong soldiers and generals, the most important people in a country were the literati.

If he could really improve the method and speed of writing, it would be a joyous occasion for the literati. Moreover, it would not be so difficult for them to learn to write in the future.

Wang Zizhao immediately passed the best craftsman in the house to Tang Yue and even asked the butler to give it to him. Tang Yue was extremely generous to give it to people and money.

Tang Yue thought: No wonder everyone likes such a generous boss. It really was smooth and pleasant when doing things.