I [Imperial] Am Not This Kind of Man

The painting floated in front of him, and Chino suddenly didn't realize that he was still talking to Huo Xiaoxiao.

“That's why the king's geniuses are so helpful to the Pioneer Battalion?” Huo Xiaoxiao asked.

“Now that we have promised, it is natural to do so.” Chino nodded. In the case of weapons cache, Monroe's kung fu can come out so quickly, and his request is for Qin Noh to help Piedong battalion through the difficult times.

Due to its dependence on Qin Jian as a rebellious king, Pudong Battalion was placed on the court's black list. However, the battalion was not all Qin Jian's best party. One of the vice presidents was smart. After a bad sight, he quickly changed his position, went to the Prime Minister's office in person to seek information, and then restrained his men, did not participate in the rebellion, and went to support Qin Jian.

At last, this move prevented the Pudong Battalion from disappearing completely from the fifth guard of the capital. Nor is it possible to reverse the Court's determination to significantly weaken the East Battalion. Soldiers involved in the rebellion were slaughtered or exiled, and the remainder of the intermediaries were dispersed, either to be assigned to another army or sent to border guards to join the brave death squads of the trapped camps. The Pudong Battalion was compressed from 80,000 elites to less than 20,000, and almost all officers above the middle level were replaced.

Soldiers who were transferred from the Pudong Battalion usually had difficulty finding a place to go. Although they did not openly participate in the rebellion, the Guo family operated in the Pudong Battalion for a long time. As the traitor Yu Party, everyone could not avoid it.

Of course, Munro also knew that Chino did not have that much power to save the entire camp, so he only asked Chino to do what he could.

According to the royal practice of the Great Week, the Patriarchal Prince is not sealed, but there will also be a vast enclosed estate on the outskirts of Beijing, with 3,000 private places.

Nowadays, the wind of Shangwu up and down the Asahino is intense. In practice, many of the King's private soldiers are far more than 3,000, let alone ambitious people like Qin Jian.

What Qin Noh can do is to take advantage of Wang Fu's pro-descendant expansion, transfer a horse from the Piedong Battalion to his own place, and at the same time say hello to the several members of the Kamikaze Battalion, and properly resettle the horses assigned by the Piedong Battalion.

“Isn't the king afraid to argue with you? After all, the East Battalion is the Traitor Yu Party. ”

“So what? I used to keep Myung-chul safe. I wasn't sitting at home, and the pot came from the sky.” Chino shrugged. He understood that even if he retreated from hiding, the world could not tolerate him, so instead of making positive progress, at least he had to gain the strength to defend himself.

Funned by Qin Noh's statement, Huo Xiaoyi finished laughing and frowned: “How proud the Cai Dong battalion is, the king is afraid of being difficult to restrain. ”

“Let Monroe take over first, and I don't expect them to be loyal. I just want to do what they have to do for the king's salary.” Chino shrugged.

After a careful investigation, all those who had been looted and slaughtered in the Hot Springs procession palace were Qin Jian's private militiamen. Pudong Battalion was one of the five banned guards, the top elite of the week, and the military discipline was quite strict. Finally, before the big thing was done, the face of this groundhog could not be revealed.

"If they're smart, they should realize that there's no way out of this, except to depend on the prince," said Huo Xiaoxian. ”

“It's just this Monroe. Is the king really going to save his life? This man had publicly murdered a sect, a lustful, non-Anxious man. ”

Chino touched his nose: “I'm also bored about this.” In fact, he didn't have much hope for saving Monroe's life. Although he tried to keep his promises, he sold his house in heavenly jail, reported his death and changed his name, but he could not hide it from someone of his heart.

From the inner court to the army, the forces chose to turn a blind eye. Perhaps Munro is just a small figure who can't even get into their eyes. As long as he looks good on his face, he's too lazy to pursue it. Of course, it's more likely that they didn't have the time to care about this little thing, and now both eyes up and down the field are on Qin Chung's physical condition.

The scenery is picturesque and the family is like flowers. What the two of them are talking about is not a snowflake or a snowflake. The mouth is full of big things towards the middle.

“Forget all this fuss, I can't wait to meet you outside today, I have a gift for you.” Turning to the subject, Chino took a little box out of his arms.

Open it in a gaze filled with anticipation.

There are frequent exchanges between the two, and Chino often makes new and strange little things as gifts for Huo Xiaoxian, sometimes a delicate piece of jewelry designed by himself, sometimes a new spice made in the lab, and sometimes a novel snack made by Wangfu. And this time, it's a few drawings.

Huo Xiaoxian was really surprised. She came into contact these days and found out that Qin Noh was not the dumb person in the legend, but it was true that she didn't learn nothing. In her view, it should be that it was not easy to survive in the palace when Qino was a teenager. In order to protect Ming Zhe's self, she deliberately pretended to be dumb and therefore could not study classes properly. It is unfortunate.

But what happened to the painting in front of you?

The brush strokes are not popular today, they are simply black lines, but surprisingly cute. The picture shows a girl in a long dress, only the size of a slap and the look of a chubby.

The first is a girl sitting in front of a window with a book roll, the second is walking in the woods and folding flowers, the peach blossoms on her face are shining, the third is eating snacks at the table, the snacks are cute, and the people are even cuter.

From the hair dress, Huo Xiaokang recognized himself at a glance. It's all about the two of them meeting several times.

“This style of painting has never been seen by a young lady.” Huo Xiaoxiao loved to let go, his face was full of amazement.

“Do you like it?” asked Qin Noo proudly. The four paintings in front of us are in the style of future cartoons, beyond the imagination of this era, of course. Qin Noh's hobby in his previous life was painting, and he was barely involved in Qin Chess book painting.

“Love it, it looks great, although it's different from everyone else's, but it's really interesting and the calf can't describe it.” Huo Xiaoxian looked over and over again, finally looking up, curious, “Where did the king learn such paintings, from whom? In this world of fame, the handkerchief has never heard of this style. ”

“The genius of this king, the gift of God.” Chenio bragged to himself with pride.

Huo Xiaoxian glanced at him and looked carefully at the details in the painting. The more he looked at the details, the more joyful they were, the more delicate they could be portrayed. The man must be deeply in love with himself, and even more touched by nothing.

After a moment, she noticed the brush stroke of the painting, which seemed to be made of rough paint but surprisingly bright.

She stretched her hand and touched the identification and asked, "This isn't just a brush, is it a charcoal pen? ”

Very clever. Qino nodded softly, "I ordered the artisans to make a charcoal pen, made of wood, with a charcoal core in the middle. ”

“Charcoal is fragile and not easily colored. How can you make the color so thick? ”

“Graphite etc. are added, powdered, mixed and stirred according to a certain proportion, then pressed into a fine core with a tube, then breaded with bamboo shoots, then cut into circles..." Qin Noh briefly describes how a simple pencil is made.

In this era, Qin Noh's big headache is the use of brush pens, his own word twist is similar to earthworms, of course the original owner is about the same level.

So he specializes in making this ancient version of the carpenter, following the pencils of previous generations. It has also been tested several times to obtain precise ratios. Although handmade products are not as good as industrial products manufactured by future generations of machines, daily writing and painting are sufficient. At least painting cartoons is fine.

That's how good it is to be privileged! One thought can command hundreds of people to circle for you.

I had long anticipated that Huo would be interested, so Chino carried several with him this time. While talking, take it out.

Huo Xiaokang took it and looked carefully at the half-sound and suddenly said: "This thing can go a long way! ”

Chino didn't think so. “It's too expensive to be universal. ”

Pencils are inexpensive in future generations because they are produced in large quantities, and anything that needs to be made by hand, the cost of human and material resources translated into costs, is a good number.

“The person who consumes the most manpower is the bamboo sleeve on the periphery," Huo said immediately. "If this is improved, the periphery of the wooden sleeve can be reused and the cost should be greatly reduced. ”

Qin Noh was surprised, unexpectedly the woman in front of him, from the pencil to the concept of an automatic pen. It's not easy!

Thinking of the automated pencil used in elementary school to replace the pencil cores, Chino was very emotional.

“Even bamboo condoms cannot be used, can be directly wrapped in cotton cloth and can be used by poor students in the future.” Huo Xiaoxiao's eyes glowed as he spoke.

Qin Noh gently cautioned: "Even if the cost of a pen is minimized, this pen needs to be written on white paper in order to be legible. ”

Huo Xiaotong was exasperated and almost forgot this. Pencils are easier to carry, easier to write and less expensive than regular brushes, but their handwriting is also lighter and blurred, so they have to be written on extremely white paper.

The paper industry in this era is well developed, but mostly yellow coarse paper. Pure blank paper, still pricey and definitely unaffordable for ordinary students to practice everyday. And the brush pen goes a long way because it's heavily colored, even on rough paper, and the writing is clear.

To reduce the price of high-quality white paper, the paper bleaching process must be massively processed. This requires multiple technologies to complete. So the productivity boost, it's not just an instant, it has to be improved in every way.

Though not as popular as you might imagine, Huo Xiaoyi brings back several pencils with her enthusiasm.

The sky is not too early, and the two of them are relying on goodbye.

He walked away with a sight of Huo, and Qino slowly stepped down the stairs.

Ping retreated his squire, and he walked alone in the woods. At dusk, the sky gradually dimmed and a cloud of clouds came from somewhere to cover the sky.

Silky rain drifts down and thumps on the leaves. Standing on the edge of Lake Tai Liu, staring at the shaky surface of the lake, the mood is clear.

It's been a year since we've come to this era.

Chino did feel lucky to find a fiancée of his own in this day and age.

I was trying to get into God, and the source behind me whispered, "Who? ”

Chino turned around and stood silently on the woodland trail with a grey shirt figure.

“Don't be alarmed, son. It's my master. I'd like to ask him to come. ”

As he spoke, he picked up the goggles and revealed a handsome and profound look. The grey blue eyes were brilliant.

It was the last driver named Blue Ear. He must be Pei's closest guard.

Pei Wants to see himself?

Qin Noo hesitated and nodded: “Lead the way. ”