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    After the beginning of winter, the weather in Xuancheng has not been very good, sometimes with light rain and sometimes with sleet, but there has never been real snow.

    Seven or eight young people stood on the street with their hands behind their backs, watching the cold wind swirl in the bleak streets. Although the shops were open, there was no sense of celebrating the New Year.

    "It doesn't feel like winter this year." Someone sighed, expecting a snowball fight, but there was no sign of snow.

    "Brother Zhang is more open-minded." The rest of the people smiled, the disciples of the Holy One were eliminated, and I don't know how many people are not in the mood to live.

    "You're exaggerating too much. It's just that you didn't pick up the pie from the sky. How many people care about it." The person who was called Brother Zhang laughed. Except for the second-year boy, no one thought that he would be favored by the Holy Spirit.  Become the apprentice of the emperor of Dai Viet?  It's nothing more than passing by, don't miss it, and check the spiritual root by the way, of course it's a great joy, if it doesn't, it's already expected.

    Everyone laughed, it was true.

    The deadline for the Holy One to accept disciples is New Year¡¯s Eve, but Xuancheng ended the selection at the end of November. The method of checking the spiritual roots by touching the stones is extremely efficient. In just a few days, everyone in the city was checked. This is still not reconciled to some people  , Queuing up many times for inspections, some people joined in the fun, and it took so long to check the spiritual roots when they were seventy or eighty years old. If only the spiritual roots of school-age children were checked, it would probably take an hour or two.

    "I heard that you are researching a better writing utensil." Someone asked that brother.  Everyone looked over, that brother Zhang's name was Zhang Yang, and he liked to tinker with small objects. Many people heard that Zhang Yang was researching and making new stationery.

    "Looks like a charcoal pencil?" Someone said, using charcoal to make pens has existed since ancient times, and those carpenters or traffickers have used it extensively. Just scratching with charcoal on wood or walls can leave black marks. Use it  It is very convenient to make some simple marks, but this charcoal is not elegant after all.

    "If Brother Zhang's charcoal pencils come out, my younger brother will have to learn from them." A group of people smiled, but they didn't really care too much. Just thinking about it, you can know that the so-called charcoal pencils are nothing more than wrapping some things around the charcoal so that they don't get dirty.  Hands, such as inserting charcoal into the pen barrel or something, are not difficult.

    That Zhang Yang smiled and cupped his hands, but he didn't care.

    "Young Master, Young Master! It's a success!" In the distance, a servant of the Zhang family hurried over with a look of excitement.

    "Is it charcoal?" The rest of the young masters were slightly surprised.  "It's just an eye-opener." Everyone said, and followed Zhang Yang to Zhang's mansion.

    A group of servants in Zhang's mansion were elated, and their expressions couldn't conceal their excitement.

    "One hundred thousand taels of silver!" A servant's eyes lit up, Master Kui and Master Ye's telegram received a reward of one hundred thousand taels of silver, I don't know how much the young master's charcoal pencil can get.

    "At least 80,000 taels." A servant said with certainty, and the people around gasped, unable to imagine what 80,000 taels was like.

    "Sell my whole family for eight hundred taels." Someone murmured.  The people around said disdainfully: "It's too much to say that you can have eight taels." When there were refugees in the Central Plains, a beautiful maid only cost a little more than one tael. Can your whole family sell eight taels?

    "This family is going to become the richest man in the world." The servants said excitedly, if the Zhang family became a rich man, why would they give them a big red envelope, let's celebrate together, at least everyone's wages will be raised  .

    Zhang Yang looked at the finished charcoal pencil in his hand, and nodded slightly. The thin wooden pen holder was wrapped with a charcoal core, which was exactly in line with his imagination.

    "Hey, it's not charcoal in the middle." A young man observed carefully, it didn't look like a simple piece of wood sandwiching charcoal strips.  Zhang Yang turned his head to look at him, and smiled. If the wood chips were sandwiched with charcoal strips, why would he bother to study them?  The carbon core in this charcoal pencil is made of carbon powder, and it has undergone some special treatment, so I can't tell others about it.

    "Brother Zhang, let's try the charcoal pen." The rest of the young masters urged, who cares how the charcoal pen is made, they just want to see something new.  Zhang Yang picked up the charcoal pencil, took a small knife, and gently peeled off the wood block to expose the core, then picked it up lightly, and wrote the word "Zhang" on the paper casually.

    A group of servants cheered loudly, but a group of sons stared at Zhang Yang's wrist, feeling a little uncomfortable.

    "That's right, the nib of this charcoal pen is hard, so you can't hold the pen, you can only" A certain son looked at Zhang Yang's posture of holding the pen, and didn't know how to describe this gesture which was completely different from the brush.

    Zhang Yang smiled: "One thing has its own method of holding. This charcoal pen does not need ink, and it is easy to carry and use."

    A group of servants shouted: "Master, go to the yamen and tell the governor." Eighty thousand taels, eighty thousand taels!

    &nbs, It is not enough to just shout the nobility of theocracy, the theocracy must be maintained with swords and blood.

    Yang Hao smiled, quickly thinking about the reason why the officials said this, and considering the Rajput situation, then nodded: "Ten days later, all the Rajput nobles, even a village head and patriarch, will be wiped out.  Killed. This king wants the entire Rajput to be the only voice of this king."

    "This king has tried his best, and finally we have today." He is not exaggerating at all, the floor of Rajput's room on the first floor is so rough that you can see a piece of firewood. The place where His Royal Highness King Qi lives is not as good as Dasui Palace  firewood room.

    He thought of these barbarians who couldn't understand their babbling and often played tricks in front of Da Suiren, and his heart was full of anger.

    "When all those dissatisfied people are killed, the king will order all Rajputs to learn Luoyang dialect within one month, and all those who don't know Luoyang dialect will be killed." Yang Hao said viciously, and Hu Xueting only dared to hang himself and pass the rope  , Drinking medicine without taking the bottle is really too soft-hearted, and the promotion of Luoyang dialect cannot tolerate such gentle and gentle means

    In a certain city in Rajput, dozens of gorgeously dressed people sat around, and hundreds of slaves squatted on the surrounding ground respectfully.  The population is theirs.

    "Following the gods is a lie." Surrounded by the crowd, a certain person said solemnly.

    "If Sui Shen has magic power, why don't you let the ground grow gold? If Sui God has magic power, why don't you let the earth rise to the sky? If Sui God has magic power, why don't you let flowers fall from the sky and fairies dance?"

    A group of Rajputs nodded vigorously after hearing this. Gold grows in the ground, celestial maidens scatter flowers, and the earth flies into the sky. These are the basic magical arts of the gods. If there are no these, how can they be called gods?

    "We saw with our own eyes the gods descending from the sky, but not only the gods descended from the sky, chickens can also descend from the sky, so is the chicken a god?" the man continued.  This statement was too powerful, and once again won everyone's nod.

    "Suishen is just an evil liar who deceived our eyes with a method we don't know, just like those who sell us rotten vegetable leaves. Didn't they deceive our eyes? It is clean and has no bugs.  The vegetables turned into rotten leaves in front of us, are those liars also gods?" The man continued.  Everyone nodded, hating liars.

    "Suishen is a foreign liar who wants to rule our great Rajputs and collect taxes from us. Why should we give the food we have worked so hard to grow to a foreign liar for nothing?"  People are very angry.  Everyone nodded, and it was fine to hand over the crops they planted to the Rajputs themselves, how could they pay taxes to foreign liars.

    "God also took away our young people. Without young people, who will plant our land? Without young people, who will empty our toilets? Without young people, who will wipe our buttocks?" the man sternly said  .  Everyone shed tears of excitement, this young man was not that young man, his full name should be "Despicable Young Man", without those despicable people to wipe their buttocks, what would they do after they finished shitting?  They are noble lords. From childhood to adulthood, the eighteen generations of their ancestors have been wiped by humble young people!  They don't wipe ass at all!  This makes them how shit!

    "We must unite, take up the sword, and get back our good life!" the man said loudly.  The people around nodded slowly, those big followers were recruiting soldiers again, and the evil foreign followers had to be overthrown before they recruited all the lowly young people.

    "Calling all our relatives, friends, and slaves, we will overthrow the liars in one fell swoop!"

    "Send someone to contact the young people who have been taken away by the Mahathir and tell them who is their relative, who grew up with them drinking the water of the great Ganges, who bathed with them in the water of the Ganges! Rajp  If the Te people don't beat the Rajputs, the Rajputs will unite and kill all Da Sui people." The man said sharply.

    "Ten days later, we will fight to the death with those foreign liars!" Everyone cheered together. It doesn't really matter whether Suishen is fake or not. The important thing is that Suishen dares to collect taxes from them. This is too much. As for  There is no need to worry about the fight, the lowly people on the left and right go to fight, and those lowly people who lose the fight are also those lowly people who die. They are still masters, looking for the next opportunity, there is no danger, so there is nothing to worry about.

    "When I came here, I fell in love with a girl, and she sold pottery in the fifth house, but she ran away, please quickly catch me back." A person who came to the secret meeting said to the host here  .

    "You look for it yourself, if you don't find it before the sun goes down, she will be mine." The owner doesn't know that there are beautiful women selling pottery there, but it doesn't matter, everything on this land is his.

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    Thanks to the little angels who voted for me to overlord or irrigate nutrient solution~

    Thanks to the little angel who voted [Bazooka]: 1 hot chicken author dies;

    Thanks to the little angel who cast [mine]: God 1;

    Thanks to the little angels who irrigate [nutrient solution]:

    10 bottles of difficult happiness; 1 bottle of sho2010;

    Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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