The Ministry of Works, officials in charge of the main base for construction of engineering matters in history, led by the Secretary of State Dong Zhen. In the lobby, there were countless bamboo slips. Dong Zhen, who was over 50, paid great attention to the matter of rice paper. Seeing that Hong Wu was still discussing with Xiao Gengzi outside, he walked back and forth in a hurry. He really wanted to meet that mysterious man. He didn't think he could only know papermaking skills. He admired this kind of creator the most.

He thought that the kind of pride of talent was something other officials had never understood. When Hong Wu came back, his old eyes shone: "How is it? Does the Empress know where the mysterious man came from?"

Hong Wu shook his head in disappointment and sighed: "The Empress just bought rice paper from that person. She didn't know who that person was. Shangshu Dong, the official, felt that this matter should not be made public again. That master must have difficulty in not revealing his identity!"

The rest of the officials gathered to make remarks.

"Is it the descendants of those slanderous ministers in previous years?"

"Or whoever appears will encounter a catastrophe?"

"No, he has such skills. No matter how big the disaster is, His Majesty will never blame him!"

"That's right. I think this person is the kind of hermit master who doesn't like to be ostentatious. Many heroes don't leave their names when they do good deeds. He has a weird personality. He just told Mr. Hong just to use it. I don't know if he is interested in tea. Then I just ask for advice!" Tong Yueheng, the head of Sitian, said with a wry smile. He didn't know if the mysterious man was particular about tea.

I think he is in charge of the entire countryside of Nanyue, and the most proud thing is the tea garden. Although it is not as famous as the Wansheng Tea House in Baoyue Kingdom, he always dreams that one day, Nanyue will no longer buy tea from other countries. Even His Majesty is drinking the clear water from Wansheng Tea House. Now Hong Wu has rice paper, but he still stays in place and makes Longjing, but the taste is always bitter and light, without the refreshing fragrance of the clear water.

Why!

When Dong Zhen saw that his subordinates had their own opinions, he really didn't understand why the mysterious man didn't show up. They all said that he was interested in attracting the court, but he still didn't care. He didn't seek wealth or fame. Then he really didn't know how to arouse his interest. What a pity, he didn't have the chance to see him. I envy Hong Wu and could witness the true beauty: "Hong Wu, please listen to my official saying that since he doesn't want to show up, please give up this matter. Don't disturb him. The forced melon is not sweet. After you hand over the secret recipe to you, you will reward him with a hundred taels of gold to express your feelings!"

"Will Your Majesty approve it?" Hong Wuyi suddenly grinned with joy when he heard the golden 100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

"He can!" Dong Zhen nodded confidently.

More than ten people shook their heads in disappointment. Unfortunately, it was a pity that those who could think of papermaking must be unintentional. However, if someone came to the Ministry of Works unintentionally, Dong Zhen thought that if he could create other miracles, he would be willing to give up the wise as the Shangshu. He didn't know how to be an official, so he would assist him. Such a person is a thousand years old. He regards money as dirt and is indifferent to fame and fortune.

God is fair. If you give you talent that no one can match, you will not be greedy. If you are lucky enough to see you in the future, he will be willing to bow to such people. Young master, you are really a hero.
Chapter completed!