Perhaps it is the inheritance from the bones, people in this land are good at being teachers, and this is vividly reflected in Fan Yu.
Along the way, Fan Yu warned Huang, and he thought of every detail, even the time to deliver meals every day.
Fan Yu's performance made Huang feel hot. Maybe only in this simple era, someone would open the door to strangers who have met each other and enthusiastically provide food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Huang was very grateful to Fan Yu.
It was not that he had never thought of inviting Fan Yu to join the Qin Dynasty. After spending more than a month together, it became clear to him that Fan Yu was talented and governing the country was no longer a problem.
It's just that he also knows Fan Yu's character. He is Zhou Chen, and he will be that way all his life.
If Zhou Shi dies one day, he will not become a second minister, but will die of old age in the mountains and forests.
He has the moral integrity of celebrities of this era, and the pride unique to courtiers of this era.
Walking to the door of the storage room, Fan Yu pushed open the copper-wood door of the storage room, and a burst of dust came towards him.
"National Master, the storage room is filled with parchment scrolls and bamboo slips, which are easily ignited by open flames. At night, someone will bring a lantern."
Fan Yu waved his hand to blow away the dust in the air, and pointed to the lampstand in the storage room: "You can light the lamp inside at night, remember to wear the lampshade."
"The clerk will add lamp oil later..."
Entering the storage room, Huang turned around and saluted Fan Yu heavily: "Sir, thank you for your service."
Kindness without saying thanks.
Fan Yu could not repay his kindness with words of thanks.
What's more, Huang has always believed that you should say less about this thank you, or at least think clearly and be cautious before saying it.
Because the word "thank you" is said too much, its original meaning is lost.
Watching Huang enter the storage room and closing the door, Fan Yu's eyes were full of anticipation. From the conversation over the past month, he could feel Huang's profound knowledge.
And such a young man with profound knowledge, amazing learning ability, and eagerness to learn is bound to become famous in the future.
At this thought, Fan Yu was full of expectations for the Qin State. He believed that with a person like Huang as the national advisor, Qin would never remain silent.
Walking into the storage room, Huang opened the windows one by one, letting in light, making the room bright and visibility increased.
In the storage room, there are rows of bookshelves with parchment scrolls, tortoise shells, bronze tablets, and piles of bamboo slips in cloth bags on them.
The ground and bookshelves were covered with dust, and even the bookshelves were covered with spider webs.
Books gather dust, no wonder the Zhou royal family has fallen to this day.
Frowning, Huang found some tools and started disturbing the room. Dust was everywhere in the room, and he was afraid that he would be choked to death sooner or later.
The collection room was very large, and Huang only disturbed the place where the books were placed. As for the other collection areas, he did not go there.
Two hours later, the storage room became clean. Huang picked up the water bag and took a sip of water. Then he found a place to sit down and took a bamboo slip from the bookshelf to read.
The storage room was too large and the bamboo slips were vast. It was impossible to find Lao Tzu's handwriting, so Huang had to resort to stupid methods.
After all, an expert has his or her own style. I may not have put the scrolls together, or maybe I just threw them away at that time.
Therefore, the only stupid way is the best way at the moment.
So, Huang calmed down and studied hard.
Aang's reading speed is not very fast. Only when he has completely memorized and understood it, he will change to the next volume, and he will continue like this.
At the end of the day, the bookshelf in front of Huang was empty, and there were many bamboo slips piled on the desk and on the ground, as high as a hill.
Huang moved his hands and feet, then returned the bamboo slips one by one, moved the bookcase to the next bookshelf, and then went to eat.
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Yueyang.
The afterglow of the setting sun shrouded the sky and the earth, and the city wall of Yueyang exuded a dark luster. The city wall was made of black boulders, cold and chilling.
Qin people admire black.
A group of merchants took advantage of the setting sun to enter Yueyang City. At the same time, the caravan led by Jingjian also returned to Yueyang.
After running around for several months, Jingjian brought a lot of benefits, which also gave Qin more time to turn around.
The State of Qin slowly recovered from the disaster, which made Ying Quliang breathe a little relieved.
In particular, Gongzi Yan succeeded Gongshu Cuo as the prime minister of Wei, and opened the door to Yiyuan, the great merchant of Xue State, and sold all the outdated weapons and chariots hoarded by Wei State to Yiyuan.
Similarly, the Sun Chamber of Commerce also brought a batch of weapons, salt, and iron blocks to Yueyang. For a time, the pressure on Qin both at home and abroad was reduced a lot.
After the handover in the treasury, Yang saw Ying Quliang who was busy and quickly saluted Ying Quliang: "The head of the Sun Chamber of Commerce, Yang, has met your Majesty."
"Everything your Majesty asked for has been fulfilled by the Imperial Guards, and I have entrusted you to transport them to Yueyang. Now they are all handed over to the treasury."
While talking, Yang took out a silk book from his sleeve and handed a bamboo slip to Uncle Hei: "Your Majesty, the bamboo slips are a record of the materials borrowed, and the silk book is also a letter from the imperial master to your Majesty."
"Good work."
Ying Quliang motioned to Uncle Hei to accept it, and then solemnly said to the emperor, "This time I have to thank you for your hard work. I have worked hard for Qin. When the imperial master comes back, I will be rewarded by myself."
"Qin will not hesitate to reward those who have made meritorious service to the country."
Hearing this, Yang lowered his head and said: "Your Majesty, Yang is originally from Qin. He was entrusted by the imperial adviser to work for Qin, so he shouldn't have to work hard."
"As the Imperial Master said: Everything is for Great Qin!"
"For Great Qin!"
After murmuring, Ying Quliang was deeply shocked. In the past, he respected Huang because of Huang's shocking remarks at that time and because of Huang's outstanding talent in the process of getting along with him.
Later, Huang amazed him again and again, just because of his talent.
However, what shocked Ying Quliang this time was Huang's character.
Yang left.
Ying Quliang just opened the bamboo slips, browsed them carefully, and then said to Uncle Hei: "Uncle Hei, go to the treasury to take stock. This is the life-saving work of the Qin people. Whoever dares to be greedy will be killed."
"promise."
After Uncle Hei left, Ying Quliang picked up the silk book and handed it to Ying Qian after reading it. Ying Qian frowned after reading it.
"Quliang, the situation in Zhou Wangji is not much better than that of our Qin country. Who is the national master?"
Taking a sip of herbal tea, Ying Quliang chuckled: "Brother, have you forgotten? The Imperial Preceptor often stays in the public library in Liyang, and most of the books in it are read by the Imperial Preceptor."
"This time the Imperial Master will stay in Luoyang for an undetermined time. Obviously, his target should be the Zhou royal family's storage room."
Ying Qian was confused, and after a while he said: "The Imperial Master's knowledge is mixed, he seems to know a little bit of everything, but is not good at anything..."
"Haha, that's the former National Preceptor."
Ying Quliang glanced at Ying Qian. He knew that Ying Qian was busy and did not notice the changes in Huang's body: "Since he came out of the Yueyang library last time, the aura of a wise man in the Imperial Master's body has become stronger and stronger."
"A few days ago, I met an old man, a descendant of the Baili family. The aura of the national master is not as impressive as that of the old man."