"Xuanzang? Are you Xuanzang?" Tang Ping was a little stunned.

"Did the donor of Tang know me?" Xuanzang was also a little curious.

"You... are you that Xuanzang?" Tang Ping originally wanted to ask about the sutras, but seeing that Xuanzang was so young, even if he was Tang Sanzang who went to the West to obtain the true scriptures, he would not have a way out now.

"Is your original name Chen?"

Xuanzang was even more strange. Tang Ping, the head of Shanghe Village in front of him, obviously knew him, and even his secular surname, but he was not a monk, and he didn't remember seeing Tang Ping before.

To be honest, Tang Ping never thought that the young and handsome monk who came to Shanghe Village to hold a order would be Xuanzang.

This should be the character he disliked the most when he was a child. After all, it was him who recited the tight hoop curse and caused a headache for Sun Wukong, because Sun Wukong was going to drive Sun Wukong away after he hit the monster. He was the one who had the least ability in the entire team to obtain the scriptures and was the one who could only ask for help.

However, when I grew up a little later, I realized that Dacien Temple gradually changed its view of him because he became the main court of the Yogacara school and also knew a lot of Xuanzang's contributions to my country's Buddhism.

And now, such a person is in front of him. If Tang Ping wants to say it, he is even more shocked when he knew that the monk in front of him was Xuanzang than when he first met Li Jing.

"Donald Don? Have we ever known each other?"

"Sorry, I don't know each other, but I remembered some stories."

"story?"

"That's right, it's the story!" Tang Ping smiled: "I'll bother Master today and talk about it when I have time another day."

"Since that's the case, donor Tang will walk slowly!" Xuanzang clasped his hands together again. Although it was strange, he was not what monks should do after all.

After walking out, Tang Ping looked back and saw that Xuanzang had already started cleaning just like when he came.

Xuanzang... It's really amazing.

But now there is something more important, the wheat in the fields is about to mature.

"Old Cui, please send me a post to invite Duan Lun, the Minister of Works, to have lunch at Xihelou tomorrow."

Lao Cui took the post to Duan Lun's mansion first. Duan Lun was not there, but the concierge heard that it was a post by Tang Ping, who was famous in Chang'an, solemnly accepted it.

After all, the last time my master came back, he praised Xihelou's food.

He even praised Tang Ping.

When the sky was basically dark, Duan Lun dragged his tired body back to the mansion.

Recently, Chang'an Workshop District has been built and many new workshops have been opened. He is really busy.

It’s all because Tang Ping lost too many drawings. Now many workshops need to improve their original production tools, but all these things have to be put on their Ministry of Works.

Moreover, many of these workshops now have shares of the ministers. Every day, just dealing with them, he is worried about his own things first and then his own things.

"Master, there are a total of sixteen posts today..."

Before the concierge could finish speaking, Duan Lun waved impatiently, "No, no one will be seen."

Needless to say, many of them were delivered by those workshops.

"But..." The concierge wanted to say something again, and Duan Lun, who was already exhausted, became angry: "What? Isn't what I said in this mansion good? It's all burned!"

"Yes!" How dare the concierge say more at this time? Naturally, the master of the family has the final say. He said that if it is burned, then it will be burned.

Duan Lun slammed the door and went in with anger, leaving the doorman with a puffed mouth.

The next day, Tang Ping waited for a day, but he didn't wait for Duan Lun.

Lao Cui was also surprised: "I clearly handed the post to their doorman, and he said he would definitely help me transfer it to Shangshu Duan."

"Maybe it's too busy!" Originally, Tang Ping wanted to hand over the hand-crank harvester and threshing machine directly to the Ministry of Works, but now it seems that this road is not working.

Fortunately, his identity is not ordinary now. When he returned to the new school, he called Li Tai.

"These two machines are for harvesting and the other for threshing. You can study it and draw a picture for the Ministry of Works."

"Huh..." Li Tai's eyes shone, and Tang Ping found new things.

"May I ask the owner, what is the principle of this threshing machine, why can wheat ears enter from this end and then..."

Tang Ping knew that what he should come would come eventually. The reason why he didn't look for Li Tai directly at the beginning was because this student was too...crazy.

Since Tang Ping opened the door to knowledge for him, he has been frantically seeking the operating principle or truth of all items.

At the same time, Tang Ping also learned what the God of Learning is.

Li Tai started to study calculus in just three months since he came into contact with modern mathematics.

Tang Ping had no way to teach him. After all, he had already passed the senior high school years with the richest knowledge, so many times, Li Tai had learned one stage of knowledge, and he threw the book of knowledge directly to him after finishing a stage of knowledge.

Even now Tang Ping feels that if Li Tai is asked to take the college entrance examination and if he doesn't take the English exam, there will probably be no problem with this guy taking the 985 exam.

He knew that he would be required to hand over these two things to Li Tai, but now Tang Ping has a way to deal with him.

"Li Tai, let's not talk about this hand-crank harvester. I think you can see that it is a very simple transmission device. The practical principles of this threshing machine are all that you have learned now."

"The knowledge you have learned must be put into practical application before it can become your own. Therefore, I will not answer you when you ask the question. I believe you can find the answer to the question yourself."

"I understand, director!" Li Tai's humbly accepted look made Tang Ping breathe a sigh of relief. Now that he teaches others, he can only rely on fooling around.

Fortunately, although Li Tai has extremely meticulous logical thinking ability and almost unforgettable memory, his knowledge still has considerable limitations.

Many times, he can only see one side of material but not the other side, while Tang Ping can use his insights that are ahead of him for more than a thousand years to help Li Tai solve many problems.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to suppress this student.

So as a teacher, having such a too evil student is sometimes happy and sometimes painful.

Fortunately, Li Tai did not disappoint Tang Ping. He soon understood the working principle of the threshing machine, drew a sketch, and gave a detailed explanation of some structural points, handed it over to the Ministry of Works.
Chapter completed!