Datang: The Craziest Scholar System

Immediately afterwards, Lu Ban fell into deep thought again.

However, unlike before, this time his brows were not wrinkled, but with a joyful expression.

Song Yingxing came to Huang Daopo's side again and whispered something in her ear.

Huang Daopo showed a relieved expression, and the movements of her hands began to speed up.

Seeing this scene, Su Yun was thoughtful.

He suddenly realized that he had always ignored Song Yingxing's strength.

He has always believed that Song Yingxing's greatest value lies in "Heavenly Creation", but in fact this is not the case.

"Heavenly Creation of Things" is indeed a divine book, Su Yun is making tools?The knowledge in it can be used when building enclosures and farming.

Thinking about it from another angle, Song Yingxing, who can write such a wonderful book, is a walking encyclopedia.

"Tiangong Kaiwu" is a book after all, and what it can present is the essence of the essence.

So besides the book, what materials do you need to consult to write a book?Most of the required knowledge exists in Song Yingxing's mind.

It is precisely because of this that Song Yingxing, who has dabbled in all aspects, was able to help Lu Ban and Huang Daopo.

"Sir, you have worked hard."

Su Yun respectfully bowed to Song Yingxing.

"Song is also very pleased to learn something useful."

But Song Yingxing waved his hand indifferently, and went back to the inn again, studying hard.

at the same time.

In Chang'an City, the Zheng family.

"Patriarch, please give me another chance."

Zheng Li knelt in front of the hall tremblingly, kowtowing his head unceasingly.

Zheng Chuan's face was deep, "Who told me that I was bored and that the brewing was going well?"

"Patriarch, the little one is wrong!"

Zheng Li kowtowed his head and hurriedly explained: "When I got the recipe, the winemakers all said that it could be made, but for some reason, the same raw materials can't always make the original wine. Get bored."

"The reason?"

"Small... I don't know..."

Zheng Li pressed his forehead to the ground, trembling all over.

"Find out why, or become a handyman again."

Zheng Chuan said lightly.

Zheng Li trembled all over, let him become a lowly handyman again, it would be better to let him die.

Seeing the Patriarch's eyes grow sharper, Zheng Li gritted his teeth and said, "According to the brewers, there is no problem with the recipe of the raw materials. The small guess must lie in the brewing process."

"Go on."

Zheng Chuan crossed his hands and looked up at Zheng Li.

"Yes!"

Zheng Li was excited, and said quickly: "The brewers said that the taste is very close, but not as strong as the muffled donkey. I also overheard a master chef lamenting that with today's technology and equipment, it is impossible to make wine. Bring out such a strong drink."

After a pause, Zheng Li continued: "Therefore, I guess, Cheng Chumo and the others must have more advanced brewing equipment, just like...the watering can and the Quyuanli."

Zheng Chuan was originally thinking, but when he heard Zheng Li's last words, his brows suddenly relaxed.

"That's right, Cheng Chumo and Changsun Chong are all puppets pushed out by Li Shimin!"

He squeezed the teacup in his hand tightly, "Since the watering can and Quyuanli have such epoch-making innovations, then it's not the same as being bored. Your analysis is right, get up."

"Thank you, Master."

Zheng Li let out a sigh of relief, and slowly stood up.

Only then did he realize that his clothes had been wet with sweat at some point.

"The problem is with this new device, we don't even know what it is, what it's called, what it does."

Zheng Chuan kept paced in the lobby, lost in thought.

He knew that the problem was not with Zheng Li, and Zheng Li couldn't solve such a difficult problem.

If this device is as miraculous as the watering can and the twisting plow, then they will not be able to brew a stuffy donkey anyway.

"Patriarch, the little one is willing to take risks."

Zheng Li rolled his eyes twice and said suddenly.

Zheng Chuan raised his eyebrows.

Zheng Li continued: "The little one has already investigated clearly. Cheng Chumo's boring donkeys were all transported from Zhangjia Village outside Chang'an City! As long as the little one sneaks into Zhangjia Village secretly and steals the brewing equipment..."

"Zhang Family Village?"

Zheng Chuan froze for a moment, then frowned.

Zhangjiacun, Zhangjiacun again!
What is the mystery in Zhangjia Village? Why is everything that comes in related to this small village?
His intuition told him that it must be related to that boy again.

"Patriarch, the little one is willing to go through fire and water for our Zheng family, and he will die!"

Seeing Zheng Chuan's hesitation, Zheng Li immediately expressed his loyalty.

"You will die." Zheng Chuan said.

"The little one is not afraid! The little one's life belongs to the Patriarch!"

Zheng Li patted his chest and said.

In his opinion, it was just a small village, so what danger would it pose?
And this happened to be a good opportunity for him to make meritorious service and improve his status in the Zheng family.

"You're really going to die."

Zheng Chuan shook his head with a solemn expression.

Zheng Li was taken aback for a moment.

"Do you know how Zheng Chao died?"

"How did you die?" Zheng Li asked subconsciously.

With his hands behind his back, Zheng Chuan looked up at the night outside the house and murmured: "He took hundreds of people to Zhangjia Village and never came back."

"how is this possible……"

Zheng Li's eyes suddenly shrank, and a look of extreme disbelief appeared on his face.

He was just a small handyman before, and he had no right to know about Zhangjiacun.

It's just that he can't figure out what is so great about this Zhangjia Village...

He even quietly investigated Zhangjia Village and found nothing special, so he dared to speak to the Patriarch to take the initiative to do this matter.

"Well, do you still want to go?"

Zheng Chuan glanced at Zheng Li.

"Small... small..."

Zheng Lizhi was speechless for a long time.

How could he be willing to go when he knew he was going to die?
Zheng Chuan looked indifferent, and walked out of the courtyard with his hands behind his back, "Go and call Zheng Nan."

Naturally, he wouldn't have the same knowledge as a little guy, on the contrary, he could better understand this kind of person who is afraid of death.

What he appreciates is this little guy's ability to handle affairs, not to mention, people who are afraid of death are easier to control.

A moment later, in the courtyard.

Zheng Nan cupped his fists and bowed, "Brother, did you call me?"

"How is that going?" Zheng Chuan asked.

"It has been contacted and can act at any time, but the other party wants to know who was killed."

Zheng Nan hesitated for a moment, "Brother, you should have heard the rumors about them, don't shoot innocent people."

"These girls are quite principled."

Zheng Chuan snorted softly: "This time I won't kill anyone, but only steal one thing."

Steal something?
A look of confusion appeared in Zheng Nan's eyes, but he nodded quickly, "As long as you don't steal from the poor."

"Poor people?"