Hard to be a good wife

Sending Wang Zizhao back to his own house, Tang Yue was forced to stay, answered a few questions from the queen, and then agreed to a series of unequal conditions under the pleading eyes of the other party.

What must be close to take good care of her son, her son will be entrusted to him.

Why has her son suffered so much in this life? Although his status is noble, he has never enjoyed blessings since he was a child. Instead, he went to the battlefield to defend his family and country at a young age, so he must do his best for the sake of the people of the Southern Jin Dynasty.

What Tang Yue couldn't bear the most was this kind of family card, and he agreed to everything without paying attention. Looking at the gentle and graceful Queen Hu, he thought of his old mother with a tigress character. .

"Nephew Tang Xian, my son is begging you. I can't stay outside the palace for too long. I will visit you sometime."

Tang Yue was still a little unconscious until Queen Hu left. How did he become a good nephew?

Wang Zizhao lay down on the bed, and the housekeeper brought in a box of bamboo slips, and moved the table to the bedside. Bundles of bamboo slips were sorted and arranged on the table for Wang Zizhao to read.

This is really working with your life!

Tang Yue was suddenly in awe of such superiors. Although they had great power, they also had heavy responsibilities on their shoulders. All the people of a country depended on them.

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

As soon as the butler's eyes lit up, he immediately sent someone to do it. It's just a table, and it doesn't take much effort.

Tang Yue reminded behind him: "It's better to make the corners of the table movable, which can be folded and convenient for storage."

The butler thought for a while, clapped his hands and praised: "Good! That's exactly what it should be!"

As soon as he left, only Tang Yue and Wang Zizhao were left in the room. Hu Jinpeng had an official position, so it was impossible to stay here all day.

Wang Zizhao'an was quietly holding a book and reading, Tang Yue had nothing to do, so he began to visit his room.

This room is at least [-] square meters, divided into inner and outer rooms, the style is as cold and capable as ever, but every thing used is full of visual sense.

Tang Yue thought that in this era, it is rare to see too exquisite decorations, but if you observe carefully, you will find that these seemingly simple things are actually very well crafted.

The wooden furniture is carefully carved with various patterns, and the bronze and porcelain are also exquisitely shaped, unlike the gray, worn-out and old ones displayed in museums.

Tang Yue admired these pure handicrafts one by one and savored the characteristics of this era. Only then did he deeply realize that the changes of the times are not only about human geography, political economy.

"Which one do you like, I will give it to you." Wang Zizhao looked over at some point, and said to the salivating Tang Yue.

Tang Yue coughed twice. Just now he accidentally converted the value of these antiques in his mind, and he was inevitably dazzled.

You know, any thing here is worth a lot in modern times, enough for him to squander his whole life.

He tried his best to be generous and calm, "I have as many of these things as my family wants, who cares." No wonder!

Wang Zizhao did not expose him, and pointed to a set of carving knives on the table, "I saw that the set of knives you used before is very special. Although this set is only used for lettering, it is from the hands of the ancient craftsman. You If you like it, I will forward it to you."

Tang Yue hadn't noticed the things on the table just now, but he was overwhelmed by the smooth lines on the carving knife at a glance.

He held a handful in his hand, and it felt surprisingly good. This knife is equivalent to a pen in this era, and it is a very important thing.

"Wouldn't it be troublesome to carve characters with this knife?" Tang Yue turned his head and asked.

Wang Zizhao still remembered the charcoal pen Tang Yue brought before, shaking his head and said: "Although charcoal pens are convenient for writing, they are not durable, and the handwriting will not last long."

"No... Charcoal is only for temporary use. You can use a thin bamboo tube to fix animal hair into a pen tip, and write with ink. It will definitely save time and effort than a carving knife."

Wang Zizhao fell into deep thought, before asking in doubt for a while: "How to fix it? What is ink?"

"I can't tell you clearly. You find someone with good craftsmanship. I'll teach him how to make a pen first. As for ink...that needs to spend some time researching and researching."

He remembered that "Qi Min Yao Shu" recorded the method of making ink. The main raw materials are pine wood and oil. How to make it successfully can only be known after experimentation.

Wang Zizhao is as interested in brush and ink as he is in BMW and swords, and he knows that the prosperity of a country is not only strong soldiers and good generals, but also literati and poets.

If the method and speed of writing can be improved, it will be a great joy for literati, and it will not be so difficult for people to learn to write in the future.

Wang Zizhao directly gave one of the best old craftsmen in the mansion to Tang Yue, and even told the butler that Tang Yue was very generous when he asked for someone and money.

Tang Yue thought to himself: No wonder everyone likes to have a generous boss, and things are really smooth and smooth.