Everyone Loves Rong Shizi [Transmigration Book]

As a special institution of the imperial court, Military Weapons Supervision has no fixed office.

Now there is only one Jian Ling and one Jian Cheng, and the rest are craftsmen, and Rong Xi is the core of the entire Military Weapons Supervision.

The site of the prison is not far from the mine, and it is adjacent to a river with sufficient water source.It is said to be a prison, but it is actually a workshop.

After setting the site, Shen Yi called together all the craftsmen and began to build the workshop.

It takes a lot of time to build a workshop, and Rong Xi is still idle at home, teaching people how to make pencils.

Fortunately, the paper made by Wei Dawei has a texture that can be used for pencil writing.

Although the Great Wei emphasized literature, when the pencil came out, it would definitely be cast aside and despised by literati and students, and it would not be popularized.But what Rong Xi thought was not to allow literati to use pencils, but to grant them to craftsmen.

Most of the craftsmen are white men with superb skills. If they can read and write basic characters, it will be more beneficial for future research.

Pens, inks, papers and inkstones are expensive, pencils are simple in crafting, low in cost, and one can be used for a long time. It is more economical and affordable for craftsmen to learn to write with pencils.

Hu Yulin was excited when he learned that the new weapon had been completed.

He is a merchant. Although he has studied in school for several years, he is not pedantic.Pencils may be criticized by literati, but their benefits are sure to be loved by those who know the goods.

"Dalang, let me see."

Rong Xi smiled and handed the pen to him, Hu Yulin played with it for a while and asked, "How to use it?"

After being taught by Rong Xi, he sat in front of the desk and wrote with a pen.He felt powerless when the solid pen tip touched the paper.

I am used to writing with a brush, but using a pencil is really jerky.

He tried to write a word, then shook his head and laughed at himself, saying: "I still need to practice more."

"Haha," Rong Xilang laughed, "Brother Xuanshi..."

"Lang Jun, the county king is looking for you." Liu Zishi suddenly reported outside the house.

The voice stopped suddenly, Rong Xi was stunned for a while, and smiled apologetically at Hu Yulin: "Brother Xuanshi, forgive me."

Hu Yulin shook his head and stood up, "It's okay, Dalang, let's go, I want to go home too." He played with the pen in his hand, "How about this pen for me?"

"If you like it, I'll give you some more." Rong Xi didn't hesitate at all.

Hu Yulin laughed loudly, "That's it." After saying that, he walked away casually.

When he left, Rong Xi thought for a while, took some drawings from the case, and then stepped into Qin Ke's room.

"Brother Si." He called out and sat on the high chair.

In the past few days, Qin Ke ordered Feng Shan to make a few high chairs and place them in the study room with a tall case, so that it is convenient to write at the desk.

The two are already acquainted with each other, and they are no longer bound by etiquette.

"If you need raw materials, you can tell Cheng Shilang."

Putting down the pencil in his hand, Qin Ke raised his head and said calmly.

Rong Xi scanned it from the corner of his eye and saw the neat handwriting on the paper. He admired him and thought he was cute.

For the past few days, Qin Ke has spent his free time practicing calligraphy, and now he has written in a decent way, which is considered impressive in Rong Xi's opinion.

"I know." Rong Xi smiled, "Why is Brother Si looking for me?"

Qin Ke took a fixed look at him, then pushed the paper full of words to Rong Xi's side, and asked, "How is it?"

"Very good!" Rong Xi smiled and praised, "Brother Si is quite talented, haha."

With a calm expression, Qin Ke retracted the paper, his long eyelashes covered the light in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled slightly, fleeting.

The room was silent, and both of them were silent.

After a while, Rong Xi broke the silence: "The workshop is about to be built, but Xi didn't dare to work with axes, and instructed the craftsmen to build it. However, Xi has something to do, and I would like to ask all the workers to help."

Qin Ke immediately asked, "What's the matter?"

Putting the drawings on the table, Rong Xi said seriously: "I need a laboratory, the layout is like this."

Qin Ke lowered his head and took a closer look, and saw that the graphics on the paper were meticulous and regular, as if a real house stood in front of him.

With a look of surprise on his face, he asked, "Is this picture drawn with a pencil?"

Rong Xi nodded, "The strokes of the brush are soft, and it is difficult to draw horizontal, vertical and fine lines. A pencil is better."

The picture is drawn in a three-dimensional three-dimensional mode, and the layout inside and outside the laboratory is clearly visible.

Qin Ke watched it repeatedly, and suddenly raised his lips and smiled, "It's true."

The pencil is very good, and so is Rong Dalang.

The next day, the two went to the county government together and handed over the drawings to Cheng Hao.

When Cheng Hao saw the picture, he looked very excited as if he had found a treasure, "This picture is wonderful! I will do my best to supervise what Dalang needs!"

"Thank you Cheng Shilang." Rong Xi smiled sincerely.

Cheng Hao laughed loudly, patted his shoulder, and said frankly: "If you really thank me, you might as well pass on some experience to me."

It has to be said that Cheng Hao has no official authority and is open-minded, which easily makes people feel good.

Rong Xi shook his head embarrassingly, "Cheng Shilang speaks seriously, it should be the kid who asked you for advice."

It is a great blessing in life to meet someone with the same interests in another world!

Cheng Hao smiled kindly and said: "Don't be so born, Dalang. I'm an official in the same dynasty as your father. I'm considered half of your elders. I ask you to call me 'Uncle Cheng'."

After speaking, he looked expectant.

Rong Xi's heart surged with warmth, he smiled and said, "Uncle Cheng."

Cheng Hao laughed loudly immediately, and all the healthy servants outside the house peeped in surprise.

The workshop was built by Cheng Hao, who was busy with his affairs. Rong Xi and Qin Ke didn't stay long, so they left the county government office.

Chi Yan and Xue Ni were playing outside the yamen, and when they saw the two coming, they sneezed.

Seeing its cuteness, Rong Xi smiled at Qin Ke and said, "The friendship between them is very deep."

"Chi Yan and Xue Mu, eating and sleeping together when they were young, naturally have a deep friendship." Qin Ke's eyes were gentle, "I see Xue Mu's docile nature is similar to yours, so I let it follow you."

When Rong Xi heard this, he was startled.

It is mentioned in the book that when Qin Ke died, Chi Yan was also dying.Liang Siwen tried his best to bring back Qin Ke's body, but he couldn't bring Chi Yan back with him.On the occasion of parting, the white horse under Liang Siwen circled the red flame three times, weeping and weeping.

Could it be that the white horse is slush?

He suddenly looked at Qin Ke, his eyes trembling.

When reading the book, Qin Ke is only a supporting role in the world in the book. Although his death is regrettable, it is because of his death that the protagonist Liang Siwen grows up rapidly.

At that time, he only sighed secretly, nothing else.

But now, he and Qin Ke have known each other for a long time. To him, Qin Ke is a close friend and a person whom he admires.

There was a sharp pain in his heart, thinking about the tragedy in the book, Rong Xi suddenly felt pity and sourness.

Qin Ke grabs Chi Yan's reins, turns around and sees Rong Xi in a daze, with reddish eyes and frowning, as if being bullied by someone, seeing him as extremely wronged.

He quickly returned to Rong Xi, "What's bothering you?"

His expression and tone of voice are unconsciously soft.

Rong Xi came back to his senses, and suddenly met Qin Ke's concerned eyes, and suddenly the dark clouds turned clear, and his face showed his teeth.

It's a pity that a character like Qin Sizhi died young.

He suddenly said: "The northern barbarians often invade the frontier in winter and plunder the food of the people of the Great Wei. I don't know what will happen this year."

The cold wind is raging in Qingzhou, not to mention the north of the Great Wei, where the barbarians live must have been freezing cold.

The snow fell and the grass was dry, and the barbarian cattle, sheep and horses were cold or hungry. In order to survive, they would definitely invade the frontier.

"The northern border is guarded by good generals and soldiers, so you don't have to worry." Qin Ke thought he was worried about the war, so he comforted him, "Qingzhou will be safe and sound."

Rong Xi shook his head and asked, "If the barbarians really invaded, would you go to guard it?"

Qin Ke was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, did Rong Dalang frown because he was worried about him?

The man suddenly showed his face. His face was already very strong, but he was usually cold and serious, with awe-inspiring aura. Others would forget his face.

This smile, words can't describe half of his expression.

It shines like a pearl, and it is flawless like a jade.

Rong Xi was stunned on the steps, only hearing the sound of his heart beating and beating, which didn't stop.

A smile is like a flash in the pan, fleeting.Qin Ke stretched out his hand to stroke his temple hair, his eyes were extremely soft, "If I go, how about you?"

Rong Xi blurted out, "Let the craftsmen make more fireballs, bows, crossbows, and telescopes."

The answer is quite simple.

"Yeah." Qin Ke chuckled, "My life depends entirely on Da Lang's body, and I'm in Lao Da Lang's hands."

Rong Xi's cheeks became hot.

The Great Wei God of War, brave and good at fighting, why be afraid of the barbarian enemies in the north?To him, those utensils are just icing on the cake.

I really can't help myself.

"If the northern barbarians are wiped out in the future, Dalang's weapon will be a great contribution." Qin Ke's expression was sincere, and his words were firm.

Rong Xi smiled ashamedly and got on the horse with him.

The two rode together, and when they arrived at the gate of the city, they suddenly met a caravan.

There were eight people in the caravan, and their costumes were very different from those of the State of Wei. It was difficult for Rong Xi to tell where they came from.

Caravans use mules and horses to pull goods, which are very common, but what is surprising is that there are prison cages standing on a wooden cart.There was a person sitting paralyzed in the cage. The person had blond hair and blue eyes, extremely fair complexion. He was wearing single clothes and only had a blanket to keep out the cold.

He was haggard and trembling.

In the Great Wei Dynasty, this kind of exotic visitor was called Semuren.

I don't know how this person came to Wei, and he was imprisoned. Judging by his appearance, he should be sold as a slave.

Maybe it was because he stared at it for a long time, the person in the cage suddenly felt something, and instantly turned to look at him.

Rong Xi was about to look away, but saw the man desperately waving at him, shouting wildly, but the language was not understood, and others could not understand what he said.

It just so happened that Rong Xi didn't understand half of it.

He's saying, save me.

Rong Xi is not a person who is full of sympathy, but seeing this person's despair, he regards himself as a life-saving straw, so he can't help but be touched by him.

He is also a person from another world. When he first came to the Great Wei Dynasty, he was inevitably at a loss.After a few days, blending with the memory of the original body, a little sense of belonging was born.

After making friends with several friends, the loneliness and confusion in my heart faded away.

His hesitation fell into the eyes of the head of the caravan. The head saw that he was well dressed and had an extraordinary demeanor, so he stepped forward and said with a smile: "Young Lord, did you take a fancy to this servant?"

The blond hair and blue eyes are holding the cage pillars, eagerly looking forward to it.

Seeing how pitiful he was, Rong Xi felt pity in his heart, but it didn't show on his face.

"But Semuren, what's so strange?"

Seeing his calm expression, the master was a little flustered.

Along the way, he met many wealthy people and sold a lot of goods, but no one cared about this person.

Seeing people who are very different from themselves, ordinary people will be wary.

Although blond hair and blue eyes are rare, they are not blessed.

"Mr. Xiaolang doesn't know something. This servant is strong and strong, and his strength is comparable to two healthy servants!" The master exaggerated the facts with a flattering smile.

Rong Xi showed a little interest, "Really?"

"It's absolutely true!" The chief nodded fiercely.

He saw that Rong Xi was gentle, young and ignorant of world affairs, so he must be very easy to deceive.

"What's the price?" Rong Xi asked while sitting on the horseback, looking down at the principal.

The principal rubbed his palms, smiled and said, "Five strings of money."

Before Rong Xi answered, he heard Qin Ke's indifferent voice beside him: "It's nothing unusual for people with color eyes, don't buy it, just go home."

When the master heard this, he hurriedly changed his words: "Young Lord, Sanguan! Sanguan! Can't be less!"

Rong Xi reluctantly refused, "My brother won't allow it, and neither can I."

Pretend to leave.

"Two puns! Two puns!" The chief shouted so anxiously that his voice became hoarse.

If you can't sell it, you have to spend food to feed it, if you can sell it, sell it!

Rong Xi instantly showed his face and replied, "Deal."

The author has something to say:

Thank you for the comfort of the cuties, thank you for the mines and the nutrient solution!Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!

A little cutie asked me why I was scolded yesterday.

It has nothing to do with the plot or character design, but the style of writing.It is said that it is neither classical Chinese nor vernacular, and the author's level of ancient prose is low. Let me read more ancient prose and learn more hahahaha, or let me change the whole article into vernacular, don't imitate me hahaha.Anyway, a lot of people say this, I don’t know how to word words when I type, and my head is bald.

I will try my best to adjust my mentality~ The number of words is a bit short, sorry~