I [Imperial] Am Not This Kind of Man: 50. Interview
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The painting boat floated by in front of him, Qin Nuo didn't realize that he was still talking with Huo Youjuan.
"That's why the prince will help Pi Dongying so much these days?" Huo Youjuan asked.
"Since I have promised, I should do it naturally." Qin Nuo nodded. Mengluo contributed to the fact that the case of the possession of weapons came to light so quickly, and his request was for Qin Nuo to help Pi Dongying tide over the difficulties.
Because of relying on Qin Jian, a rebellion against the king, Pi Dongying was included in the imperial blacklist. However, not all of Qin Jian’s buddies were in the camp. One of the deputy commanders was smarter. After seeing the bad situation, he quickly changed his position and personally went to the prime minister’s mansion to ask for an informant, and then restrained his men from participating in the rebellion and went to help. Qin Jian.
This move finally prevented Pidongying from disappearing from the five guards in the capital. But it was impossible to restore the imperial court's determination to greatly weaken the Dongying. The sergeants who participated in the rebellion were beheaded or exiled, and the remaining centrists were dispersed, or sent to other troops, or sent to the border to join the death squad of the trapped camp. Pidongying was compressed from 80,000 elite soldiers to less than 20,000 in one fell swoop, and almost all officers above the middle ranks were replaced.
The soldiers transferred from Pidongying usually find it difficult to find a good place. Although they did not openly participate in the rebellion, the Guo family has been operating in Pidongying for a long time. As a rebel remnant party, everyone avoids it.
Of course, Mengluo also knew that Qin Nuo didn't have the power to save the entire Pidongying, so he only asked Qin Nuo to do his best.
According to the practice of the Dazhou royal family, the clan princes are not sealed, but there will also be a vast fief manor in the suburbs of Beijing, and there are three thousand private soldiers.
Nowadays, the ruling party and the opposition have a strong military spirit. In actual operation, many princes have more than three thousand private soldiers, let alone an ambitious person like Qin Jian.
What Qin Nuo could do was to take advantage of the expansion of the royal mansion’s soldiers and transfer a soldier from the Dongying camp under his command. At the same time, he said hello to several people in the Shence camp and said to him. The soldiers and horses allocated by Dongying were properly placed.
"Isn't the prince afraid that this move will attract criticism? After all, Pidongying is a rebel remnant party."
"What about the reproach, I used to protect myself clearly. It's not like someone sits at home and the pot comes from the sky." Qin Nuo shrugged. He understands that even if he retreats and lives in seclusion, this world will not tolerate him, so it is better to be aggressive, at least to get the strength of self-protection.
Being amused by Qin Nuo’s remarks, Huo Youjuan frowned and asked after smiling: "There are many arrogant soldiers in the Dongying camp, and the prince is afraid that it will be difficult to restrain."
"Let Mengluo take it first, and take over halfway. I don't expect them to be so loyal. I just hope that the king will pay the army's salary on time and do the work that should be done." Qin Nuo shrugged Shrug.
He carefully investigated afterwards. The people who looted and killed in the hot spring palace before were all Qin Jian’s private soldiers. As one of the five imperial guards, Pidongying was one of the top elite soldiers of the Great Zhou. The military discipline was still strict, and finally it was not enough. Before the big event, the face of this kind of ruffian was revealed.
Huo Youjuan smiled and said: "If they are smart, they should be able to realize that there is no way to go except to cling to the prince."
"It's just this Mengluo, does the prince really want to save his life? This person once publicly killed the clan and was a man of unreasonable temperament."
Qin Nuo touched his nose: "I'm wondering about this." In fact, he didn't have much hope of saving Mengluo's life, although he did his best to deal with him in accordance with his promise. The account was closed in the prison, the death was reported, and the name was changed, but there was no way to hide it.
From the Inner Court to the Ministry of War, several forces have chosen to turn a blind eye. Maybe Mengluo is just a small person who can't catch them at all. As long as he looks good on his face, he doesn't bother to pursue it. Of course, it's more likely that they didn't have the time to care about this little matter at all. Now the eyes of the government and the public are on Qin Cong's physical condition.
The scenery is picturesque, and the beauty is like a flower. What they are talking about is not wind, snow and moon. They talk about events in the North Korea.
"Let's not talk about these disappointments. I was finally able to go out and meet you today. I have brought you a gift." Qin Nuo turned the subject and took out a small brocade box from his arms.
Opened in Huo Youjuan's expectant eyes.
There are frequent contacts between the two. Qin Nuo often makes some novel and weird things as gifts to Huo Youjian. Sometimes it is a delicate jewelry designed by himself, sometimes it is a newly made spice in the laboratory. It was a novelty snack specially made by the palace. And this time, it was a few paintings.
Huo Youjuan was really surprised. After contacting her these days, she discovered that Qin Nuo was not the stupid person in the legend, but it was true that she was not learning and skillless. In her opinion, it was because Qin Nuo was not easy to survive in the palace when he was young. It was a pity that Qin Nuo deliberately pretended to be stupid in order to protect himself.
But what's the matter with this painting in front of me?
The brush strokes are not the popular meticulous brushwork, they are just simple black lines, but they are unexpectedly vivid and lovely. The picture shows a girl in a long skirt, only the size of a palm, and chubby.
The first one is a girl holding a scroll and sitting in front of the window, the second one is walking in the woods and folding flowers, and the peach blossoms on the face of the human face each other, and the third one is eating snacks at the table. The snacks are cute and the people are more lovely. .
From her hair and dress, Huo Youjuan recognized herself at a glance. The paintings are scenes when two people meet several times.
"You have never seen a painting of this style, Youjuan has never seen it before." Huo Youjuan couldn't put it down, his face was full of wonder.
"Do you like it?" Qin Nuo asked triumphantly. The four paintings in front of me are in the style of cartoons of later generations, which of course is beyond the imagination of people of this era. In Qin Nuo's previous life, his hobby was painting, and he was barely involved in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
"I like it, it looks good. Although it is different from everyone's work, it is really interesting, and the young silk is indescribable." Huo Youjuan looked it over and over again, and finally raised his head and curiously said, "Where did the lord come from? Who did you learn from this kind of painting? When a famous artist in the world, YouJian had never heard of such a style."
"The king's talents are bestowed by heaven." Qin Nuo proudly boasted.
Huo Youjuan glared at him and looked at the details of the painting carefully. The more he looked at the painting, the more joy he became. He was able to describe so meticulously, that person must be affectionate towards himself, and even more moved.
After looking at it for a while, she noticed that the brushstrokes of the drawing, which seemed to be painted with coarse paint, were unexpectedly sharp.
She stretched out her hand to stroke the identification, and asked: "This is not a normal brush, is it painted with charcoal?"
Really smart. Qin Nuo nodded happily, "It's the charcoal pencil I ordered the craftsman to make, using wood as the material, with a carbon core in the middle."
"Charcoal is fragile and not easy to color. How can I make the color so strong?"
"Graphite and other substances are added to the powder, mixed and stirred according to a certain ratio, and then pressed into a thin core with an iron pipe, and then the bamboo sticks are placed on the outside, and then rounded..." Qin Nuo simply Introducing the production process of the simplified pencil.
In this era, Qin Nuo's major headache is the use of brushes. His handwriting is crooked like an earthworm, and of course the original owner is of the same level.
So he specially asked the carpenter to make this ancient version based on the pencil from the previous life. It was also after many experiments that the precise ratio was mastered. Although handmade products are not as perfect and useful as the industrial products made by later machine tools, daily writing and painting are enough. At least it’s okay to draw cartoons.
It's so cool to be a powerful man! A single thought can command hundreds of people to go round and round for you.
It was long expected that Huo Youjuan would be interested, so Qin Nuo brought a few with him this time. Take it out while talking.
Huo Youjuan took it, looked carefully for a while, and suddenly said: "This thing can be great!"
Qin Nuo disagrees. "The cost is too expensive to be popularized."
Pencils are cheap in later generations because they are produced in large quantities. If anything needs to be made by hand, the cost of manpower and material resources is not a small figure.
Huo Youjuan said immediately: "Just now, the prince said that the most labor-intensive thing is the bamboo strip cover. If this is improved, the outer part is a reusable wooden cover, which should be greatly reduced. Cost."
Qin Nuo was surprised. He couldn't think of the woman in front of him. From the pencil, he could think of the concept of the automatic pen. not simple!
Thinking of the mechanical pencil used in elementary school that can replace the refill, Qin Nuo is deeply moved.
"You can't even use the bamboo strip cover. You can directly wrap it in cotton, so that poor students will be able to use it in the future." As he said, Fan's eyes lit up in Huo Youjuan's eyes.
Qin Nuo reminded euphemistically: "Even if the cost of the pen is minimized, this pen needs to be written on white paper to make the handwriting clear."
Huo Youjuan was immediately discouraged and almost forgot about it. Compared with ordinary brushes, pencils are easy to carry, convenient to write, and low-cost, but their handwriting is also lighter and fuzzy, so they must be written on extremely white paper.
The paper industry in this era has been quite developed, but most of them are yellowish coarse paper. Pure white paper is still expensive, and ordinary students can never afford it for daily practice. The brush is very popular because of its heavy coloration, even on rough paper.
In order to reduce the price of high-quality white paper, the bleaching process of paper must be produced in large-scale processes. This requires multiple technologies to complete. Therefore, the advancement of productivity cannot be achieved overnight, it must be improved in all aspects.
Although it is not as popular as imagined, Huo Youjuan still took a few pencils back with enthusiasm.
It's getting late, and the two reluctantly say goodbye.
Watching Huo Youjuan go away, Qin Nuo also slowly stepped down the steps.
Retiring the attendant, he walked in the woods alone. At dusk, the sky gradually darkened, and patches of dark clouds came from nowhere, obscuring the sky.
A drizzle of rain fell, rustling on the leaves. Standing on the edge of Taiye Lake, looking at the hazy surface of the drizzle, my mood was clear.
It's been a year since we came to this era.
Qin Nuo really feels very lucky that in this era, he can still find a fiancee who shares his own interests.
Just as he wanted to get absorbed, Fang Yuan shouted in a low voice behind him: "Who?"
Qin Nuo turned around, and in the forest path, a figure in a gray shirt stood silently there.
"Don't be surprised, the son. It is my master, I would like to invite the son to come for a while."
As the visitor talked, he raised his hat, revealing a handsome and profound face, and his gray-blue eyes were clear and energetic.
It was the coachman named Lan Er last time. He should be Pei Ling's close guard.
Pei Ling wants to see herself?
Qin Nuo hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "Lead the way."