C50 A Kind of Self-indulgent Embarrassment

The morning of the second day, after Wang Zizhao finished teaching the bamboo block, he handed a piece of sheepskin to Tang Yue: "This is your gift."

In this era, things that could be recorded using sheepskin were more important. It was just like Zhao Sanlang who used a handkerchief to write love poems.

Tang Yue took it happily, opened it to see, and discovered that it was actually a land deed. This tycoon's actions were indeed different, the gifts were so heavy that both of his hands were burning hot.

"This... Not so good? "It's too valuable." Although the price of land in this era could not be compared with that of the twenty-first century, as the future ruler of this land, giving a small piece of land to Wang Zizhao was really nothing.

However … Tang Yue felt that the difference in value of this gift compared to his was too huge, making it hard to accept.

"Didn't you say you were going to use it to make a medicine store? The location should be on the main street. This plot of land meets your requirements. This King will send someone to build the house, so you can make the request. "

"…" So it wasn't a present!

Tang Yue's smiling face stiffened, he felt extremely embarrassed.

"Cough, it's that one …" Don't you have a ready-made shop? "Isn't it a bit of a hassle to rebuild it?"

"Don't worry about that. If this king's legs are fine, you will naturally be able to see the well-built store immediately." The meaning behind his words was this: If his leg wasn't good enough, then everything was just empty talk!

Tang Yue thought: That's true, most of the houses in this era were one-story houses, and it would not take more than a few days.

He never thought about the situation where Wang Zizhao's legs couldn't be cured.

Coming out from Wang Zizhao's room, Tang Yue ruthlessly rubbed his face, and muttered to himself, "I really am going back home more and more …"

"young dandy... Tang Xiaolang... " The butler hurried over with a face full of joy.

"Uncle, what's making you so happy?" Tang Yue tidied up his mood and took the initiative to welcome them.

He discovered that this butler uncle was pretty good. He did not have the snobbish attitude of a dog looking down on a person, nor did he have the faking of a tiger using the power of a man. He was truly a good housekeeper in China.

"young dandy, quickly follow me to take a look. The servant just reported it. the butler said excitedly.

Tang Yue's eyes lit up, "Really?" Seeing that the one month deadline was almost up, Tang Yue was worried that he wouldn't be able to see the ink before he leaves.

Having a brush without ink was the same as having a dish without salt. It was not perfect!

He and the butler went to a small courtyard. This was already a place that specialized in making ink. Once he stepped in, he stepped on the dirt on the soles of his shoes. It was dark and a little ugly.

Tang Yue looked around and realised that there were a lot of equipment that he had not seen before. There was a strangely-shaped stove, a big mouth iron pot, layers of wooden shelves, and a dense smell of ink coming out.

"Look, this is the piece of ink you made today. It's quite similar to what you said, don't you think?" An old craftsman carefully gave a piece of ink to Tang Yue with his black hands.

This piece of ink was the size of a brick, the corners were pressed flat. Tang Yue knocked on a small piece of ink and placed it inside a stone to grind it open.

Although there was more dregs in the ink and the ink was not smooth and flat, it was already quite good to be able to do this.

"How did you do it?" Tang Yue looked at the old gardener with praise.

The craftsman smiled shyly, "We tried many different methods, and finally discovered that in order to successfully make the ink, we must not only strictly control the temperature of the fire, but also grasp the time needed to collect the smoke, repeatedly hammering the mixture in order to let the tobacco and glue reach the most uniform degree. Only by doing so can we use the ink, not just a lump of ink."

Tang Yue looked around the simple and crude workshop. Due to the constant burning of wood, the entire courtyard was covered with a layer of soot, and the craftsmen's bodies were also pitch black. When they saw him, they gave a restrained smile, revealing their bright white teeth.

Tang Yue held the ink block in his hand, "I will present this to Wang Zizhao. You all have done a great service, all the scholars in the world should be thanking you!"

"I don't dare to be a servant!" The status of craftsmen was very low, moreover they were servants raised by the Prince Zhao's Mansion, it was a great honor to be bestowed by the owner, how could they dare to hope for the gratitude of the world's scholars.

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[Small Theater]

Tang Yue: "I gave you a present, why aren't you returning it?"

Wang Zizhao: "Students want to return teacher's gifts? "What kind of rules are these?"

Tang Yue: "What kind of teacher-student relationship do I have with you?"

Wang Zizhao: "This king has taught you how to read, but you have paid me, my student and teacher relationship, haven't you?"

Tang Yue, "Then … "In this era, teachers and students who fall in love seem to be incestuous …"

Wang Zizhao: "You don't even care about your gender, how can you care about the relationship between teacher and student?"

Tang Yue, "... "Seems to be right."