Eight Thousand Iron Buddha at the Start, Please Make Concessions to the First Emperor!

"These articles... are really made by His Majesty!? 99

Chunyu Yue cautiously held the code word on his hand, his eyes filled with excitement.

For only half an hour, he was immersed in these articles.

The "Three Character Classic" I read at the beginning was easy to say, easy to understand, and I couldn't see any writing.

But until he saw "Thousand Characters", he was completely convinced.

Not only is the full text a thousand words, but not a single one is repeated.

It is more neat and clear.

Absolutely an excellent article!

"Teacher, what do you think about His Majesty's proposal..."

"Needless to say! Your Majesty has such a great talent and is well versed in Confucianism. Even if you don't have the status of His Majesty, we should consider him as our contemporary Confucian giant!"

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Even Fusu couldn't help being a little stunned when he heard that Chunyuyue's tone had changed so quickly.

After a long while, he came back to his senses and said with a dry smile: "It's good for the teacher to think so, and the disciple will stop bothering..."

After all, Fusu collected the stack of articles written by Zhao Tuo himself, and was about to leave.

However, at this time Chunyu Yue stopped him again.

"Teacher, what did you just bring this drink... it's really good, where did you get it?"

"Teacher said tea." Fusu smiled and took the bag from his waist, took out a few packets of tea bags wrapped in white silk brocade and handed it to Chunyuyue.

"This tea was made by His Majesty's palace, and there seems to be nowhere to find it outside the palace.

"It was actually born in His Majesty's palace?"

Chunyu Yue was shocked.

No wonder this thing tastes so mellow and unique, and emotion is actually something in His Majesty's palace...

"Teacher, don't worry, although it is difficult to drink outside the tea palace, there are still a lot of them, so I will send some to the teacher another day. 55

"Besides, Your Majesty also said that when the life of this merchant and the common people improves, he will teach the common people the techniques of making tea and some other things."

"When the teacher wants to drink tea, you can buy it anywhere."

Fusu began to tell Chunyuyue the grand plan in Zhao Tuo's heart little by little.

It was a Daqin where the people were happy, the merchants were prosperous, and the country was prosperous.

During the day, the streets are full of traffic, and the sound of children reading books in the school can be heard.

At night, singing and dancing are peaceful, and the lights of the county town can even cover up the stars in the sky.

No one has to worry about not having enough to eat anymore.

No one died of famine and war.

It was a... peace and prosperity!

"Your Majesty, the tender for the paper mill will start soon."

"Yeah, I almost forgot about it."

After Meng Yi reminded him, he just remembered that a month had passed in the blink of an eye.

No wonder when he sneaked out these few days, Xianyang City was quite lively.

The feeling is that businessmen from all over Daqin rushed over.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Tuo got up and said: "It just so happens that there is no government affairs today, let's go, cover up, and go with me to have a look.

"Here!""

After changing his clothes, Zhao Tuo was about to leave when he suddenly slapped his forehead.

"Almost forgot about it..."

As he said that, he picked up the pen and paper, scribbled on the paper twice, and immediately handed it to Meng Yi.

"Meng Shangqing, this is ready, it can be used later. 35

"Ah...well.

Meng Yi looked strange at the notice in his hand.

"The rules of this bidding...

"Huh? Wouldn't this be clear when bidding? Why did His Majesty write another notice? 35

Although he had doubts in his heart, Meng Tian finally did not ask...

The two walked out of the palace through the side door all the way. After the celebrity posted the notice, they went straight to Yifeihelou, the bidding venue that had been established before.

Feihe Tower is one of the few multi-storey buildings in Xianyang City.

It used to be the property of Ba Qing.

Of course, it is now owned by Xianyang Palace.

As soon as he arrived near the Feihe Tower, Meng Tian was dumbfounded.

This man...isn't it a little too much?

I saw that outside the Feihe Tower at this time, a large number of merchants surrounded the Feihe Tower with water on the third floor.

"You guys are also here to compete...what's going on?

"Bidding, we are here to bid."

"There are so many people, fortunately we came early, otherwise I'm afraid we won't be able to grab the spot.

"What are you afraid of? Whoever bids the most can run a papermaking workshop in the name of Xianyang Palace."

"Who do you know, why the DPRK and China suddenly cooperate with our low-status businessmen?

"No matter what, let's not talk about how lucrative this paper is, just by cooperating with the DPRK and China, the status of our businessmen can rise a lot."

"That's right, I think this may be a strategy to suppress business..."

"Shh, don't talk about the government, you don't want to be a bully?"

Businessmen who are waiting to bid are talking about it.

Although they are polite and pleasant to each other.

But I don't know if it's a hallucination or something, Zhao Tuo can always vaguely feel the smell of gunpowder like 820.

"Your Majesty... Young Master, do we... have to find another way to get in?" Meng Yi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

If this is forced to squeeze in, it is estimated that he will have to use it for half his life.

Zhao Tuo looked around and suddenly shouted: "There seems to be something related to businessmen posted on the notice over there! Everyone, take a look!

"What, about the merchants? Go and see.""

"wait for me………"

"Hey, don't worry, don't worry, just look at what's written on it."

When Zhao Tuo's voice came down, all the merchants outside Feihe Tower retreated like a tide, rushing towards the direction of the notice.

"This time there is no one, let's go, Meng Qing.

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Looking at Zhao Tuo's leisurely back, Meng Yi was dumbfounded.

The notice I just wrote was actually used for this purpose?

"Meng Shangqing, why are you still standing still? The bidding is about to start." Zhao Tuo's voice came from a distance.

Meng Yi, who had recovered, quickly followed.

"Come on, son!"

ps: In fact, there are 999 non-repeated Chinese characters in the thousand-character text, and one of the characters "jie" is repeated.