Datang Special Forces

"Hahaha.

Everyone laughed, and this Cheng Mo really dared to say.

"How can Kong Xianshi be as you said, Kong Xianshi must be a Confucian.

Kong Yingda didn't speak, and an official jumped out and said.

At this time, it was the best time to curry favor with Kong Yingda, and sure enough, Kong Yingda looked proud and nodded and smiled at the official.

I have to say that Confucianism really has face in this era, and it is worthy of being respected by every dynasty.

"Do you know Confucius?"

said Cheng Shumo with a curious look.

The official shook his head.

"How can this official know Master Confucius.

Cheng silently pouted.

This is reading stupidly, brainless.

I don't blame him for this, he received such an education since he was a child, and since he was a child, someone told him that Confucius was the teacher of the world's readers.

Li Shimin did not speak and watched quietly, to be honest, he was a little tired from holding smelly feet, and he couldn't sleep at night when he thought of bowing to Kong Yingda.

"What was the pattern of Kyushu in Confucius's time?"

asked the official silently.

"A hundred schools of thought contend, Spring and Autumn Warring States.

The official didn't even think about it.

"Spring and Autumn Five Hegemons, Warring States Seven Heroes, am I right?" Cheng

Shumo said with a proud face, secretly saying that he really knew a lot.

The ministers looked at Cheng Shumo like a monkey.

Cheng Shumo didn't care at all.

Continue.

"There were so many schools back then, why did Confucianism stand out?

"Wrong, very wrong, for example, now there is a person who says that his sect is invincible in the world, how can I make you believe? "

Ministers thoughtfully, yes.

It is no joke to promote a certain school, you need to convince the public, you need to defeat the troublemakers, it is more difficult than taking the world.

Which emperor won the world by strategy, and if he wants the recognition of the world, he must be able to fight.

Some ministers looked at Kong Yingda, and they wanted Confucius's descendants to correct Confucius's name.

Kong Yingda looked disdainful, his thinking has long been ingrained, his ancestors are Confucian, it doesn't matter who says anything, the people of the world will not recognize.

Cheng Shumo looked at Kong Yingda's confident look very angry, pure old and stubborn.

Continue.

"There are three thousand Confucius disciples, and the hall is all over the land of Kyushu, are all the three thousand disciples readers?"

Kong Yingda replied lightly.

Cheng Shumo succeeded, he just wanted Kong Yingda to say so.

"Then you explain that there is no class for teaching. Cheng

Shumo said that after holding his hands to his chest, he secretly said that he was digging this pit perfectly.

The ministers were speechless, what is the noise.

Kong Yingda didn't want to take advantage of Cheng Zhi Mo, and this kind of illiteracy really lost his identity.

Look at Li Shimin Dao.

"Your Majesty, it's time to begin. The

voice was as indifferent as ever.

Li Shimin looked at the hour, smiled, and didn't reach the point.

Kong Yingda did not follow Cheng Mo and did not say, and then looked at Kong Yingda's gaze changed, becoming higher than him, thinking that Kong Yingda lost to him.

Who can stand this.

Cheng Shumo dangled his hand in front of Kong Yingda's eyes, shaking his head and sighing from time to time, as if to say how lonely invincible was.

From time to time, he smiled and nodded to Kong Yingda, as if Kong Yingda had done something that made him very satisfied.

Disgusting.

Kong Yingda today realized what Xiucai encounters soldiers, and it is reasonable to say.

Cheng Shumo can kill people with this appearance.

You don't understand with him, you don't wrestle with him and he thinks you obey.

Pure and pure.

Cheng Shumo stood in front of Kong Yingda.

A look of appreciation.

"You are very good, it doesn't matter if you lose to me, you have to keep working hard. "

Li Shimin...

Ministers....

Kong Yingda trembled with anger.

Pointing at Cheng Shumo was speechless.

Cheng Shumo pressed his finger.

"Alas, you don't want this, I'm optimistic about you, come on. "

Poof. Kong

Yingda spurted out a mouthful of old blood and fell straight down.

Cheng Shumo was stunned and kicked Kong Yingda with his foot.

"Is this dead?"

shook his head, bored.

Look at Li Shimin Dao.

"Father, let's start, Kong Yingda is ashamed to admit his mistake in vomiting blood from his ancestors, which is very good.

Li Shimin looked incredulous, Cheng Shumo actually made Kong Yingda so angry that he vomited blood?

I tried my snort, and I was at ease that I didn't die.

The ministers hurriedly carried Kong Yingda away.

The festival begins.

Incense.

After it was over, Li Shimin silently called Cheng Shumo aside.

"The paper has already been blown out, when will the paper be produced?" Li

Shimin was in a good mood, and the faces of the ministers of the family were very ugly, and this was right.

"Father can rest assured, there is no problem with the paper, and the finished product will be given to you within half a month. Cheng

Shu was silent.

He knows the general process, and some details still need to be practiced, so it takes half a month.

Come to an end.

Li Shimin left with Minister Wen Wu.

Soon, a group of family officials went and returned.

There are some things they must know, such as how much production of this paper is produced per day and how the price is set.

Cui Jiandao.

"How does Cheng Shuma sell paper?"

the family ministers all stared at Cheng Shumo.

Cheng thought about it.

"A penny, a knife. "

The minister of the family has an ugly face, a penny and a knife?

After glancing at each other, they nodded to each other.

Cui Jiandao.

"Cheng Luma, you are tired of selling paper yourself, it is better to sell it to us, we will pay five cents and a knife." "

It's a price increase, they don't want paper to be too cheap, at least not yet."

Cheng Shumo did not answer.

Look at Xia Zhu.

Xia Zhu smiled and bowed silently to Cheng.

After Cheng Shumo left.

The minister of the family immediately changed his face.

In front of Cheng Shumo, they did not dare, a little woman was not worthy to talk to them, and her eyes were contemptuous.

Cui Jian's expression is the most wonderful and complicated.

Xia Zhu didn't pay attention to their gazes.

He spoke.

"How much do you want for every ten words?"

Xia Zhu is the one who opened the Qinglou, and he is the best at detecting words and looks, and he has already determined in his heart that they will definitely buy it.

Really.

The minister of the family nodded in agreement after deliberating a few words.

They don't believe how much paper this paper mill can produce, even if the output is high, they have to eat it, as long as they stick to it for three years, they can control the most important position in the Great Tang.

After the agreement was reached, the ministers of the family left.

Xia Zhu came to the brick factory.

Cheng Shumo was watching the bricks come out of the kiln.

Looking at the red brick Xia Zhu with his small mouth open, his face was incredulous.

Why is it red?

I saw Cheng Shumo pick up a brick and look at it, very satisfied.

Then pat on the head.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The head of the family, this is Shinji.

This is to shoot on the head

, Cheng Mo was shocked and drowsy, and the dark passage was a little hard.

A rush, Xia Zhu hurriedly helped.

Cheng said silently.

"Tell all the houses in the Wushun fiefdom to be built with red bricks, and then build a second floor, you go, I'm a little sleepy for a while."

Xia Zhu held back a smile.

I

have to say that the owner really resists shooting, and it's all right.

"What else does the head of the family command?"

Paper..... The word "earn"

money did not come out, and he successfully knocked himself out with a tilt of his head.

"Cluck.

Xia Zhu couldn't help it, and his stomach hurt with laughter.