"Yongwazi, a great happy event! The good news from the boy is coming to Beijing!" Jiu Qiansui ran over in a blink of an eye.

To be honest, Jiu Qiansui was in a comfortable mood during this period, and he became younger and younger. Originally, he thought that since Wang Cairen died, his unqualified old eunuch had ended in his life. Being sent to the Imperial Horse Prison was the best ending. The Imperial Horse Prison was relatively easy. In the future, he would work in the Imperial Horse Prison until he died. He would no longer need to contact the Wei family's brothers, sisters-in-law and nephew, so as not to embarrass the Wei family.

Who knew that just when Jiu Qiansui was already desperate about his future, the arrival of Zhang Yong's little nephew changed his destiny.

Since Zhang Yong arrived, Jiu Qiansui was transferred back from the Imperial Horse Supervisor by Wei Chao and arranged to be with Li Xuanshi, which made Jiu Qiansui meet the eldest grandson of the emperor who had been away for a long time again.

My husband has a deep relationship with Jiu Qiansui. Since the two of them got together again, I have been reluctant to let Jiu Qiansui leave him again. Although Zhang Yong stole Jiu Qiansui's limelight, I can say that he obeyed Zhang Yong. The two of them played together like brothers.

Every time I saw Zhang Yong drawing drawings, my master made the drawings into various toys. When the two cooperated and had a happy scene, Jiu Qiansui thought to himself: It would be good that my little nephew can have a future. My general will sooner or later be the emperor of my Ming Dynasty. Alas, I, Wei Zhongxian, will not be able to wait for that day. I just hope that Zhang Yong can be in charge of the seal at that time, and that my nephew can also be named a marquis and generals. They are developed, and my brother and sister-in-law of the Wei family can also live a good life.

Wei Zhongxian never thought that he could still survive as a little carpenter! It was incredible to think about it. Wei Zhongxian is now in his fifties and the crown prince is only 38 years old. Emperor Wanli is still alive. According to normal circumstances, Emperor Wanli may be able to survive for a few years. When the crown prince ascended the throne in his forties and became an emperor for more than ten years, will Wei Zhongxian survive until that time? It is definitely impossible.

Nine Thousand Years have no God's perspective, how could he know that Emperor Wanli will die next year, and the crown prince becomes emperor, with the reign of Taichang. However, Taichang died after only one month of being the emperor, and the young master ascended the throne and became the Emperor of Heaven. With more than half a year left, Wei Zhongxian will become Nine Thousand Years.

"Wei Daban, Yongwazi and I are busy, so don't call him." The little carpenter said.

At this time, Zhang Yong was lying on the stone table, lowering his head and busy. He was holding a strange pen in his hand and was drawing something on a smooth white paper.

The pen is like a wooden pole, and the paper spread on the stone table is like glossy paper that Thais like to use, rather than rice paper that Orientals use.

However, Wei Zhongxian stood behind Zhang Yong and looked for a while and found the benefits of this kind of wooden pen and glossy paper. This kind of stroke drawing, especially straight lines, is much more useful than brushes. But what is strange is that the lines drawn are not ink, but something similar to charcoal powder.

I saw Zhang Yong draw a wrong place. He picked up something and wiped it. The lines were gone and he could draw it again on it! What a magical thing!

"Yongwazi, you really have it!" The young master was obviously very happy and patted Zhang Yong on the shoulder, "With this charcoal pen and this wizard, you can modify it if you draw it wrong. You are so good!"

Jiu Qiansui picked up the pen, looked over and over again, and said disapprovingly: "Isn't this the charcoal pen made by putting charcoal in the middle of the wooden pole? That's too simple, but others didn't expect it."

Zhang Yong said: "Uncle, don't underestimate this pen, it's not simple! This is made by putting sulfur and black stone fat into the furnace, and then made a refill. The wooden board outside was made by my master himself. He found a wooden pole, cut it into two pieces from the middle, carved the grooves, put the refill core in the middle, and then glued the two pieces together, and this made this kind of charcoal pen. This is a black stone fat charcoal pen, not made of charcoal."

While the master and servant were talking, they suddenly reached out with one hand and grabbed the pen from Jiu Qiansui's hand.

Jiu Qiansui was startled and turned around and saw that a civil servant wearing a big red official robe and a black hat stood behind him, holding the pen in his hand and looking over and over. The civil servant looked at the drawings on the stone table again and praised him: "Good thing, with this pen, I, Xu, will draw the Thaixi drawings in the future and calculate the Thaixi arithmetics much easier!"

As he said that, the civil servant picked up the piece of thing Zhang Yong had just used to modify the error from the stone table.

Behind the civil servant was a Thai man with high nose, concave eyes, yellow hair and blue eyes. The Thai man praised this. Look at the Thai man, he looked like a foreign monk who came to the capital to preach.

"Mr. Xu, why did you steal the pen of the emperor's grandson?" Jiu Qiansui was obviously a little unhappy.

The civil servant surnamed Xu smiled: "Eunuch Wei offended him. Xu just thought this pen was very strange, so he took a look."

The minister named Xu is different from other civil servants. He is very interested in the so-called clever and lustful skills that others say. He also studies the Thai calendar and Thai arithmetic by himself, and even draws some Thai drawings by himself. Followed by a Thai monk. Who can this civil servant be if he is not Xu Guangqi?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yong quickly bowed respectfully to Xu Guangqi: "I have met Mr. Xu. If Mr. Xu likes this kind of pen, we can make a few more for you."

Xu Guangqi smiled and said, "This young man is kind in his words, but you will be exempted if you say you want to give it away. You offer a price, how much money you spend. I just buy it from you, the more you have, the better."

But a middle-aged civil servant behind Xu Guangqi said, "It's a pity that the emperor's grandson doesn't like studying and is addicted to strange tricks all day long! He is not afraid of losing his ambitions when he plays!"

The middle-aged civil servant who was talking was Sun Chengzong, the teacher of Emperor Changsun! When he saw Sun Chengzong, he was shocked by the little carpenter and quickly saluted Sun Chengzong respectfully.

Xu Guangqi said: "Kid Kaiyang, it would be fine if it were other tricks and tricks, but this charcoal pen is extremely useful! We are not defeated in Liaodong repeatedly? If we want to curb Jiannu, we still need to build a city. With this pen, we can better draw the city wall drawings. If one day Kaiyang Gong wants to build a city in Liaodong, Xu will bring this pen to Liaodong to help you."

The Thai monk following behind smiled and said, "This young man is smart and smart. He actually understands the drawing and calculation methods of us Europeans! It's not simple!"

Zhang Yong was scared and sweated. In this era, he had not yet become the eunuch of the boss's rituals. If he performed too well and was discovered by someone, it would not be a good thing! Then he might be regarded as a demon! The end of the demon is to be burned to death.

Sun Chengzong asked, "Eunuch Zhang, how do you know the art of Taixi?"

Zhang Yong said in his heart: If he made up random things now and made up a Western missionary to teach him, he would definitely not be able to pass the test. Now foreigners stand in front of him and cannot make up names randomly. If he made up randomly, he would probably be exposed. So Zhang Yong replied: "The boy has loved the art of investigating things since he was a child. Because he grew up in a military office, he was very interested in gunpowder. When he was a child, he often stole gunpowder to play with, and he once prepared gunpowder himself. Later, a foreign monk passing by saw the boy and taught the boy a little, and from then on, he became obsessed with the art of Taixi."

"Do you remember the appearance of that Thai monk?" Xu Guangqi asked hurriedly.
Chapter completed!