Chapter 50
Be A Virtuous Wife! So Tough!
C50 I Have a Feeling of Self-indulgence and Embarrassment
The next morning, after Wang Zizhao had finished teaching a scroll of bamboo slips, he passed a sheepskin scroll to Tang Yue. âThis is a return gift.â
Anything that could be recorded in sheepskin in this era was more important, just like how Zhao Sanlang wrote love poems with a handkerchief.
Tang Yue took it happily. When he opened it, he found that it was actually a land deed. This tycoonâs offer was indeed different. The gift was so heavy that his hands were burning.
âThis⦠isnât good, is it? Itâs too expensive.â Although the price of land in this era couldnât be compared to the 21st century, as the future ruler of this land, Wang Zizhaoâs gift of a small piece of land was nothing.
However, Tang Yue felt that the value of this gift was too different from the gift he gave. It was not easy to accept.
âDidnât you say you wanted to use it as a medicine store? The location is on the main street. This piece of land fits your requirements. This king will send someone to build the house. You can make your request.â
â¦â âSo itâs not a gift for him!
Tang Yueâs smile froze. He felt embarrassed.
âAhem, itâs that⦠Donât you have a ready-made shop? Isnât it very troublesome to refurbish it?â
âDonât worry about that. If this kingâs legs are fine, you will naturally be able to see the closed shop immediately.â What he meant was: If his leg isnât fine, then everything is empty talk!
Tang Yue thought to himself, âThatâs right. Most of the houses in this era are one-story buildings. It wonât take long for more people to arrive.
He never thought that Wang Zizhaoâs leg could not be cured.
After coming out of Wang Zizhaoâs room, Tang Yue rubbed his face and muttered to himself, âThe more I live, the more I go back.â
âyoung master⦠Tang young masterâ¦â The housekeeper hurried over with a face full of joy.
âUncle, why are you so happy?â Tang Yue tidied up his mood and took the initiative to welcome him.
He found that the housekeeper was a good person. He did not look down on others. He did not look down on others. He did not look down on others. He did not look down on others. He was a good housekeeper in China.
âyoung master, come with me to take a look. A servant came to report that the ink was made.â The housekeeper said excitedly.
Tang Yueâs eyes lit up. âReally?â Seeing that the one month deadline was almost up, Tang Yue was still worried that he wouldnât be able to see the ink before he left.
There was no ink in the brush. Wouldnât that be the same as having vegetables and no salt? Wouldnât that be perfect?
He and the butler went to a small courtyard. This was already a place specially made for making ink. With a single step, he stepped into the dirt on the soles of his shoes. It was so dark that it was a little ugly to look at.
Tang Yue looked around and found that there were a lot of equipment that he had never seen before. There was a strange looking stove, a big pot, and layers of wooden shelves. A strong smell of ink assaulted his face.
âyoung master, please take a look. This is the ink you made today. Itâs 70% similar to what you said. Do you think so?â An old craftsman carefully handed a piece of ink to Tang Yue with his black hands.
This piece of ink was the size of a brick. The edges were pressed flat. Tang Yue knocked down a small piece of ink and ground it in the stone. He dipped the brush in some ink and wrote a few words. As expected, it was done.
Although there were a lot of scraps in the ink and the ink was not smooth and smooth, it was already very good to be able to do this.
âHow did you guys do it?â Tang Yue looked at the old craftsman with praise.
The craftsman smiled bashfully. âWe tried many methods, but we found that to make ink successfully, not only must we control the heat, we must also control the time to smoke, and we must beat the mixture repeatedly so that the smoke and glue can be evenly distributed. Only then can the ink be used. Not a lump of ink. â
Tang Yue looked around the crude workshop. Because he had to keep burning wood, the entire yard was covered in a layer of soot. The craftsmen were also completely black. When they saw him, they smiled cautiously, revealing their bright white teeth.
Tang Yue held the ink block in his hand. âI will give this to Wang Zizhao. You have made a great contribution. All the scholars in the world should thank you!â
âI dare not!â Craftsmen had a very low status. Moreover, they were raised as slaves in Prince Zhaoâs Mansion. It was a great honor to be rewarded by their masters. How could they dare to hope for the gratitude of all the scholars and scholars in the world?
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Tang Yueâs face was filled with a strange expression. âItâs just a small theater. Itâs just a small theater. Itâs just a small theater. Itâs just a small theater. Itâs just a small theater. Itâs just a small theater. âI gave you a present. Why didnât you return it?â
Wang Zizhao said, âDo you want me to return the gift? What kind of rule is that? â
Tang Yue asked, âWhat kind of teacher-student relationship do you think I have with you?â
Wang Zizhao said, âI teach you how to read, and you pay me. Isnât it just a teacher-student relationship?â
Tang Yue replied, âI teach you how to read. Tang Yue said, âThen⦠in this era, it seems that teacher-student relationships are incestâ¦â
Wang Zizhao said, âYou donât even care about gender, and you still care about the relationship between teachers and students?â
Tang Yue said,⦠âI think so too.â