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Duke An Guo left lonely and old. Now he is a young man. He stood on the sunny imperial street, feeling confused. An old man in official uniform, hunched over, and without any official demeanor, hurried past him, and he didn't even feel anything.

Cheng Mo, Zhang Qing and Wu Kong sat on both sides of the large desk. The tea set and small mud stove in the middle had been removed. A few bamboo slips were spread out in the vacant place. Wu Kong handed over the street drawings of the paved pipelines, the information on the residences of many nobles and nobles, as well as the list of craftsmen, civilians, and traitors to Zhang Qing.

Zhang Qing took it and looked carefully, rolled it up, and placed it in front of him. He was rarely so serious, because Cheng Mo said just now: "After the pipeline is laid, a heating bureau will be established. You are the responsibility of the heating in the capital. You are the first chief officer. This is a fat man. In the future, when winter comes, if the nobles in the court want to use heating, they will definitely ask you."

All the nobles and nobles in the court have been asking for help. Just thinking about it made Zhang Qing piao feel happy. He immediately took over the mission and said, "Fifth Brother, should I stay outside the city in the future, or should I live in the city?"

Cheng Mo said his life and heard him nodding, saying, "I'll just say that if you have a good job, the fifth brother will definitely not forget me." Such a good job, no one can ask for it.

Wu Kong smiled and said, "From now on, Shi Erlang will hold on to the heating lifeline of the whole city."

When winter comes, there is no heating in the house, who can stand it?

After Zhang Qing was told this, he immediately became proud and said, "Fourth brother, don't worry, I will guarantee that the heating in your house will be kept."

Wu Kong pounded his chest lightly and said with a smile: "You're going to pant when you say you're fat."

The three of them laughed. As they laughed, Cheng Mo saw the yushu poking his head at the door and asked, "What's the matter?"

"If you go back to the Prime Minister, Mr. Ouyang will ask for a meeting outside the door."

Ouyang Zhe almost froze to death on the street. Fortunately, he met Cheng Mo and was picked up by Cheng Mo and ordered someone to give him clothes and food to save his life. This order was given by Yushu, so he recognized him.

"Mr. Ouyang is here?" Cheng Mo said: "Call him in quickly."

Ouyang Zhe came for a long time. He was just a little official with a salary of 400 stones. Without Cheng Mo calling him, where could he come in? He stood at the door and begged everyone entering and leaving the public wing. Who would pay attention to him? Later, he had an idea and it was impossible to find Cheng Mo. It would be better to find the elm tree beside Cheng Mo and then the person would say to the elm tree.

Yushu went out and saw that it was him. He said he had something urgent to see Cheng Mo, so Yushu tried to come in and report.

"Prime Minister, I'm so happy. The printing has been written." As soon as Ouyang Zhe entered the door, he didn't even see anyone there. He immediately shouted and took out a square piece of silk from his arms and presented it to him.

Zhang Qing was close to him and helped him take it over and presented it to Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo opened it and saw that the snow-white silk was covered with four square characters. Each character was extremely clear, but not as flexible as handwriting. These were the printed characters. Cheng Mo stretched out his slender fingers and rubbed them gently.

Seeing that Cheng Mo's face was filled with emotion and a little sacred, Wu Kong didn't know what the silk piece spread on the table was written, so he went up to it. He looked at it and the font was just the same, and it seemed nothing great.

Cheng Mo felt for a while and said, "Is this the only one?"

Ouyang Zhe smiled and said, "When I go back to the Prime Minister, this is only this one. This is the fourth one printed. The previous three are not evenly painted, and the printed strokes are not complete, so I dare not present them."

In fact, it was almost four times last night, and all the lead characters were burned. Ouyang Zhe immediately opened the first page of "The Analects of Confucius" and typed them according to the above words and started to test the printing. However, the characters printed at the beginning were not written. In order to print them into the paper as soon as possible, Ouyang Zhe and several capable craftsmen worked all night, and Zhangbu was also included.

Finally, Zhang Bu was a little excited and nervous, and tried his best to persuade Ouyang Zhe to invite Cheng Mo to inspect the book printing office.

Ouyang Zhe was full of thought that he could finally print it into a book, so he rushed to see Cheng Mo, but he didn't think so much and agreed casually.

Cheng Mo rubbed the printed words for a while and said, "This is the fourth edition? It doesn't matter. As long as you can print it into a book, practice it a few more times and be proficient."

"Yes." Ouyang Zhe still has this confidence.

Cheng Mo ordered Yushu: "Call Gao Yang to bring a few pieces of paper."

Gao Yang is a craftsman who was ordered to make paper. He has been studying these days. The paper presented a few days ago is rough. I wonder how effective it is for such paper to be used for printing.

Yushu agreed to leave.

Cheng Mo had time to look at Ouyang Zhe. Seeing that his eyes were red and he was haggard, he was probably exhausted these days, so he said, "Sit down and rest first, and wait for Gao Yang to come over, and let's discuss it."

Papermaking and printing are the achievements of culture and education. Not to mention the prime minister, even if Liu Xun finds out, he will be rewarded.

When Ouyang Zhe sat down, his energy and spirit relaxed, he snored in a short while. Wu Kong and Zhang Qing looked at each other and laughed. Zhang Qing said, "Who is this old man? How dare you doze off at the fifth brother?"

Wu Kong looked at the silk covered with words and said, "Prime Minister, what's going on?"

Cheng Mo had no choice but to explain, and when the two of them heard that the old man had actually developed printing techniques, they couldn't help but feel respectful.

The officials who had been waiting outside for most of the day saw Yushu coming out quickly and quickly grabbed him and said, "Please tell the Prime Minister, I have something to ask for my meeting."

Wu Kong came just yesterday, and He Yang knew him. Seeing him inside, he was even more anxious. No matter what, it would be better to be familiar with him.

Yushu said, "Forgive me, sir, the prime minister has something urgent to do." After that, he left in anger.

All the officials looked at He Yang and said, "Please ask Lord He to express his feelings for him."

Establishing a new yamen requires a lot of people. He Yang gritted his teeth and said, "Stop waiting, I'll go in and see if the Prime Minister has some time."

Seeing his front foot stepping into the threshold, Tang Lizhi had a sudden inspiration and said, "He Sizhi, I'll go with you."

He was injured and tied with a bandage. He stood at the door for a long time and could not hold on. He wanted to sit down. He had a wound on his waist and legs. He felt very painful when he touched the edge of the chair. He had just held the wall. Seeing that he angered Cheng Mo, He Yang not only suffered flogging, but also did not even let him rest for a few days. He had already made up his mind and stayed away from him in the future. He heard him say this and laughed: "Sir Tang, please wait here with peace of mind. If the Prime Minister is free, I will come and invite you."

Tang Ji wanted to hear what Cheng Mo and Wu Kong said so that he could catch Cheng Mo's handle and insisted: "The Prime Minister asked me to come here for three days. If I didn't report to the Prime Minister earlier, I'm afraid the Prime Minister would blame him."

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