"The little one is the one," Wang Hua said uneasy after being stunned.

"It's not easy for you to become a first-class craftsman at your age!" After confirming, Cui Po couldn't help but sigh.

Hearing this, Wang Hua smiled with a restrained "hehe" and said, "My father was also a craftsman in the crossbow yard. My mother died early, so she followed her father in the workshop at a very young age. After her father died of illness at the age of fourteen, the young man became a naturalized person and was summoned to the crossbow yard. It has been thirty years now. Because of his childhood preferences, he likes to think about it on weekdays. Thanks to the guidance of the old craftsmen, this craft has improved slightly faster. This time, he has received the love from his brothers, and he was praised as a "first-class craftsman", which made the adults laugh."

"Thirty years! It's no wonder that child laborers came in!" Cui Po muttered in his heart when he heard the whole story. He was puzzled and stood up and greeted Wang Hua and sat down. He stared at the craftsman who was not in a good position and said, "From now on, you can find a reliable person to supervise the crossbow work. I have another important matter to entrust me. I hope Mr. Wang will not let me disappoint me."

This "Mr. Wang" made Wang Hua, who was already restrained, become more unnatural. In his impression, only those great scholars could get such a name. Craftsmen like him were really unworthy of this, and those who called him this way were still the top scorer! He rubbed his hands habitually, and Wang Hua, who had a slightly red face, said clumsyly: "If you have anything to do, you can do it. If the young man can do it, he will definitely not dare to push the committee."

Seeing his nervous look, Cui Po nodded in his heart and said, "From now on, I will allocate a single official room for you, and you will choose your own people, and the money and food are also sufficient. Mr. Wang must create a "cross crossbow" that can be continuously launched for me. If this matter is done, I will definitely be rewarded!" Only then did he tell the purpose of summoning Wang Hua this time.

At that time, crossbows had become the most commonly used and effective weapon to kill enemies in the entire war. Only in the Tang Dynasty's arsenal, the standard crossbows were used, including arm opening, horn bow, wooden cart, large wooden cart, fuyuan, and large bamboo pole crossbows. However, the crossbows at that time were small, the range was too long and they could not be fired continuously. The big ones were like "car crossbows", which could fire seven arrows at a time, which could be as far as 700 steps, but this crossbow was too big and could not be used without being placed on a large cart, which was extremely unfavorable for actual combat.

The reform was an adjustment to the crossbow arm, so that it could fire several crossbow arrows at the same time, but the disadvantage was that it was a big mistake. However, the revolutionary change of this battlefield weapon occurred in the early years of the Northern Song Dynasty, which was completed by Li Ding, the leader of the surrender of the Dangxiang Qiang tribe. He creatively placed a magazine on the crossbow arm. The crossbow arrow automatically fell into place from the box, and could shoot as far as three hundred steps, and could penetrate two layers of armor. Because of its shape, it was called the "Divine Arm Bow". As soon as the object came out, it immediately became the most elite weapon of the Song Dynasty.

Cui Poben, who has always loved miscellaneous history, read relevant historical materials in the "History of Ancient Chinese Science and Technology" compiled by Joseph Needham, a famous sinologist in later generations. After taking over the work, he never forgets that he restored this ancient "single-firing pistol". Such close combat weapons are not only magic weapons for infantry to defeat the enemy, but also have an incredible magical effect on the four towns of Hebei, which are famous for cavalry. However, he was still confused after thinking about the past few months, and could only accept "leave professional issues to professionals to deal with", which was why he summoned Wang Hua this time.

At this moment, Cui Po did not allow Wang Hua to raise any objections. He pulled him to the side of the book, grabbed the paper and pen, and described the "Divine Arm Bow" as he knew. He also used pictures and texts to draw the physical model in his impression. He only stunned Wang Hua, who had been dealing with crossbows for the rest of his life, and was extremely shocked in his heart. He was so impressed that he admired the exquisite ideas of this top scholar Lang.

At that time, it was not far from the invention of the "Divine Arm Bow", and the technological level was similar. So when Cui Po finished explaining it, Wang Hua had already fully understood the principle, and what he wanted to solve was the specific problem of creation. This real man thought about it carefully and took half a stick of incense before he said, "That young man will try it, but this matter is also related to the arrow field..."

Only seeing the eagerness on Wang Hua's face, Cui Po was already very calm. When he heard his words, he turned around and wrote a handwritten warrant and handed over to the aisle: "I will give you full authority in this matter. The seventy-six studios will call you as soon as possible. If you have any needs, you can arrange it. It is better to make this thing as soon as possible. It is just that this matter is top secret and no news must be leaked. Mr. Wang should keep it in mind. Once the matter is done, I will hold a banquet for Mr. Zuixianlou to celebrate the merits!"

"Young, please follow the instructions of the Lord!" Wang Huasu, who was so passionate about Cui Po's words, responded, put away the sketch on the desk, gave a gift, and then turned around and retreated quickly to discuss the matter.

Inspired by what happened today, Cui Po turned around and wrote at his desk. In just a moment, a notice of flying dragons and phoenixes had been written. He read it with satisfaction and dried the ink marks. He called the clerk to copy many copies in various workshops. When the bell of the worker rang at noon, the craftsmen who came out of each workshop also saw this notice of Lord Yuanwailang's reward for "innovation", especially the reward of fifty taels of silver made the craftsmen think a lot. At that time, silver was extremely scarce, so it was very expensive. Often, the family of three was only spending four or five silver rooms a year. The reward of fifty taels of silver could not help but make the craftsmen feel very moved.

After several dozen days, the Ministry of Works Department, Cui Po, was arranged properly, and held a banquet for Meng Dongye and Feng Nan, who were about to participate in the imperial examinations, held a banquet for Meng Dongye and Feng Nan in the Zhongzheng Hall of the Mansion.

Cui Pojiu, who was so busy that he turned around recently, had never talked with the two of them in detail. After this opportunity, he summoned Jingruo and the other three without avoiding suspicion. The group and six of them were having fun at the same table and banquet. However, his actions of showing the Tong family made Meng and Feng even more moved.

He raised the cup to drink it, and Cui Po smiled slightly and said, "This time, Brother Dongye has been lying on firewood and tasting gall after years of trial. Now his poetry and prose have made great progress. Even Princess Shengping has praised your writing. I guess he will definitely be able to pass the exam in one go! As for Brother Feng's heroic spirit, it is also a temporary choice. It is no problem to be named on the gold list. Come on, everyone will drink a cup of it, wishing both of them to be famous all over the world!"

A cup of wine was filled with joy, and Cui Po showed his left hand, and saw the slender and romantic weak clothes gently stood up to Meng. Feng and the other two were greeted by blessings, and then they slightly turned their bodies and sat down, and took the light yellow pipa handed by the maid. As she plucked her lightly and twisted her, in an instant, the cheerful and lively tunes wandered in the hall.

Meng Jiao and Feng Nan knew that Cui Po's second wife was elegant and good at pipa, but she had never heard of it. Today, she was very surprised. She really didn't expect that this timid woman would have such a skill. They were surprised before they could see that the bright and unparalleled Naga Jinhua stood up, and after performing a plateau etiquette on the two, she took a step back and sang together:

The first immortal among the three hundred people, and when they were just walking up to the blue sky, the green robe suddenly appeared, the king's kindness was heavy, and the yellow list was fresh ink. The dragon made a horse, the jade made a whip, and the flowers were like silk, willows and cotton. At that time, people did not surprise me that I had waited early, and Chang'e loved the boy.

Naja Jinhuaxiu said official words for only a few months. Although her daily words were stumbled, after careful preparation, she sang the lyrics so happily and lively. Although there was something strange in pronunciation, her crisp and yellow oriole-like singing voice was actually seamlessly matched with the pipa in her hand, with a unique exotic flavor.

When Cui Po heard this popular song "The Young Master's Poem" again, he sighed in his heart, and another warm current gushed. He couldn't help but turn his head and look left, facing Jingruo's bright eyes. When his eyes looked at each other, countless emotions had passed in a moment.

When they heard this song, which was sung for the new Jinshi, Meng and Feng still didn't understand the meaning of it? They were grateful and excited, and they didn't say much, so they could only drink it to reward their confidants.

A few days later, although Meng and Feng were busy with the examination every day, even Cui Po, who was a little lazy, was worried about it. Although he personally made Meng Jiao's name more and more popular, this fact was that there were too many monks and fewer meats, so there was no accident. As for Feng Nan, he could only do his best to do his best and leave his destiny.

It was with such a nervous mood that he finally waited for the day of the list to be released. He got up early and accompanied the two to look at the list. Among the bustling crowd, Cui Po vaguely saw several old friends who were familiar with last year, and couldn't help but feel moved.

When the minor officials of the Ministry of Rites who were on the list of Zhang Bu arrived, the scholars who had been waiting here for a long time were suddenly in a state of turmoil. Meng Jiao, who was beside Cui Po, also clenched his fists, his face stiff, and it seemed that he was only thinking about it. As for Feng Nan, after all, it was his first time to participate in the test, and his concentration was much less. He was nervously circling around the circle, muttering endlessly.

He was still the man who sang the charts last year, and still had the cold tone. However, the only thing that was gratifying was that he had already called "Meng Jiao" for the third time. He learned that he had passed the 18th Jinshi and was as stupid as he grabbed the corners of his shirt. He had half a stick of incense and said nothing, but his face became redder. At the end, this 26-year-old "poetry prisoner" couldn't help but burst into tears in the public in the hall, which made Cui Po, who was standing next to him, sigh in his heart.

Corresponding to his tears of joy were Feng Nan's tears of disappointment. He was spoiled since he was a child. He was also known as a child prodigy when he was young and was suddenly hit by an unknown person on the list. He still had a childish nature and whimpered in irresistible. This scene made Cui Po recall the situation when he was in the college entrance examination in the future. He wanted to wait for a step forward to comfort him, but he was poor in wording and could only pat his arm.

After the announcement was completed, the scholars waiting in the whole field began to have a routine "crazy" again. Some people were crazy and laughing, some people were crying, some people were dumbfounded, and some people suddenly fainted. This kind of scene only made Cui Po, who was bystander, strengthened his determination to convince the emperor to reform the imperial examination.

On the way back to the house, Cui Pobunai's dull atmosphere among the three people, he laughed and said loudly: "The filth in the past is not worth praising, but now he is boring and thoughts are endless. The spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hooves are fast, and you can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day." After reciting, he stretched out his hand and patted Feng Nan on the left and immediately said: "A man is bleeding but not crying. Why should Brother Feng be like a young man? What do you cry like? At your age, this failure in the imperial examination may not be a good thing. Even Brother Meng is only able to get high school in three subjects. He is more open-minded and believes that my brother will be able to "see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day!"

After saying so much, Meng Jiao didn't interrupt and respond. Cui Po turned his head in surprise, but when he met Meng Dongye, who was holding back his joy, was lying in a daze. He woke him up with a light pat on Cui Po, and said, "Shiyilang, good poems are indeed good poems!"

Seeing his appearance, Cui Po couldn't help but smile, and said in his heart: "Of course it's a good poem, but this is still the representative work of a famous Tang poet in the Tang Dynasty. How can it not be a good poem?" It turned out that the poem he recited was originally written by Meng Jiao after more than 20 trials and when he was 45 years old when he was a high school Jinshi. Especially the four words "Spring Breeze" in it have been widely circulated for thousands of years. Now, because of his arrival, he was awarded the Jinshi twenty years ahead of time, Cui Po recited it in person without paying attention, but how could he tell him the whole story?

When they returned to the mansion, Meng and Feng were excited and had no intention of talking. After a quick gift, they went back to their room. Looking at the tears on Feng Nan, who was one year younger than them, Cui Po could only sigh helplessly and let him go.
Chapter completed!