"Mr. Marquis, what are your instructions for calling me?" Ma Teng hurried into the living room of the Marquis' Mansion with a servant.

Seven years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Ma Teng has grown from a 18 or 19-year-old Wancheng playboy to a 25 or 26-year-old young man with neat hair, a jade crown, a bush of two-inch-long black beard on his chin, a gorgeous jade belt, and a long sword on his waist. He looks steady and handsome, and a black birthmark on the corner of his eyebrows looks a bit annoying.

"Sit down and watch the tea!" Chen Xu nodded and stepped back after the maid served incense tea. Then he said, "In the past, your uncle Ma Boyuan's family was killed by Zhao Gao and threw the body out of Yanmen Pass. You have been searching specifically for it. You should be clear about Yanmen!"

Ma Teng was stunned for a long time before nodding slightly sadly: "Yes, Teng had been inquiring about Yanmen County for several months, and he still remembers a lot of things inside and outside Yanmen Pass. His uncle and Zhao Gao have been living in ancient times for several years. I wonder why the Marquis asked about this today?"

Ma Teng didn't know that Zhao Gao was killed not long ago, but given that this guy's dandy attributes were useless, Chen Xu was too lazy to mention this matter, but waved his hand and smiled and said, "I have something to arrange for someone to go to Yanmen County, and I know that you have been there, so I specially want to leave this matter to you!"

Ma Teng stood up excitedly and bowed: "Don't worry, Marquis, no matter what, Teng will do his best to do it. He will never disappoint Marquis. Please give me instructions!"

"Well, this matter is simple. Do you know that there is a Fen River in Yanmen County?"

"I know that the Fen River is a tributary of the river, and boats come and go between the Fen River and the river in the northwest!" Ma Teng answered quickly.

"Haha, it seems that you do know more about the Yanmen areas. This is good. My husband heard that there is a kind of mud and sand near Guangwu County upstream of the Fen River. After cleaning and sedimentation, the texture is delicate and it is extremely suitable for firing inkstones. You also know that inkstones are made of stones, which are time-consuming and labor-intensive and insufficient. A good inkstone takes more than a month. But if it can be made of clay like pottery and porcelain, it will be much more convenient and quick. My husband wants you to bring some people to find this mud and sand. If you can find and fire the inkstone, I will give you no hesitation!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Teng must have made the inkstone for Mr.!" Ma Teng breathed a sigh of relief, and his face became extremely relaxed.

This job is really simple. It is just like traveling around the mountains and rivers. It should be found in the river. It is not difficult to find it. As for burning it, it depends on the skills of craftsmen. You only need to find a few craftsmen who are good at making pottery together.

"Since that's the case, you can hand over the Cuju team to someone else to manage as soon as possible. I will ask you to send you a hundred thousand yuan in cash and expenses. At the same time, I have arranged a few guards in the Marquis' Mansion to take care of the safety along the way. You can go first!"

"Yes, Marquis, Teng said goodbye!" Ma Teng said goodbye happily, and Chen Xu rode to the factory to find Li Gui, whose injuries had improved a lot.

"What I said last time has been arranged. You will follow Ma Teng to Yanmen County to find out the news tomorrow. I will arrange a few teenagers to follow you to take care of you. After you find out, come back and tell me immediately, but remember that nothing can be revealed!"

"Don't worry, Master Marquis, Li Gui must have fulfilled Master Marquis' orders!" Li Gui was wearing a brand new blue linen cloth, his hair was clean, and his face was a little pale, but he looked very energetic. His crooked nose and a pit on his face looked very ferocious and terrifying.

The change on his face was that Zhao Gao was bitten by a poisonous snake at that time. After being poisoned, he was thrown under the cliff by Zhao Gao. Li Gui was lucky. There was a very cold stream below the cliff. After being thrown down, he just broke one leg. After drifting with the stream for hundreds of feet, he woke up by the cold. It was already dawn.

Li Gui followed a group of Miao doctors and alchemists in the southern forest for two years and knew a lot of medicinal materials to relieve snake venom and insect venom. So he looked for some herbs to detoxify, and actually saved his life. He did not dare to go back to the camp. After escaping from the Miao area, he hid everywhere. Although his broken legs slowly recovered, the part of his face bitten by a poisonous snake was ulcerated. Fortunately, he survived in the end.

A few months later, after Li Gui recovered from his injuries, he found out that a Miao doctor had cured the disease of the left prime minister Li Si using a magical potion, and was summoned by the emperor to be the imperial physician. Li Gui returned to Xianyang for several months, but when he came back, Li Si was already dead.

Li Gui remembered that after Zhao Gao bit him with a snake, he said something that he concluded that Li Si's death must have something to do with Zhao Gao, so he put on a beggar and squatted around the palace and Zhao's mansion. Until that night, Zhao Gao followed Hu Hai out of the palace and collided with Chen Yong and others.

After listening to Li Gui’s statement a few days ago, Chen Xu could only sigh to the sky.

Li Si's death was really a pit he dug himself. No wonder others were the ones. Zhao Gao dared to kill him, and he couldn't do anything.

"You have prepared all the weapons, loin cards, and someone will come to pick you up tomorrow, and... Your face is too hideous, go find a mask to cover it!" Chen Xu ordered and left.

You must be careful when investigating Yanmen Pass. Before obtaining conclusive evidence, Chen Xu did not want people to know that he was involved. Moreover, according to the manuscripts of Yanmen Pass, this matter was blocked very much. According to the current laws and regulations of the Qin Dynasty, ordinary civilians could not travel far away. The letters from Yanmen County were transmitted through postmen, which were easy to control by local officials, so the news was difficult to convey. In addition, they were merchants. However, this time Chen Xu asked Chen Ping to inquire about some merchants from Yanmen County. They either didn't hear it or shook their heads and did not answer. Even if they knew it, they would definitely be scruples. After all, their arm could not be twisted. Everyone in the world knew that no one could compete with the Wang family except the emperor, and Wang Li was also in charge of the northwest and controlled the tens of thousands of troops.

The next day, Ma Teng took two craftsmen and three helpers to meet with five teenagers including Li Gui and Chen Yong at the wharf outside the east gate of Xianyang City. He carried a bag of bags and took a boat down the Wei River and set off to find out the situation near Yanmen Pass.

The lively Xianyang gradually returned to its usual state. The surrounding areas of Cuju Square and the streets and alleys are still very lively. In the foot houses where some merchants often communicate, there are even signs of a certain chamber of commerce. These newly emerging chambers of commerce have not only become gathering places for merchants from all walks of life, but also a topic that the people of Xianyang are talking about.

As late autumn approaches, the weather is getting colder day by day. In this season when plants and trees are withering, the disciples of the hundreds of families gathered in Xianyang City are as lively and excited as if they are injected with chicken blood.

Because under the planning and promotion of Qinghehou, a building that excited and excited all scholars in the world are already in full swing.

The Daqin Metropolis Daily has introduced the planning of Qinghehou in two consecutive special issues in detail, a Daqin State Library with a collection of millions of books, a Daqin Jingshi University covering an area of ​​300 acres, and a royal auditorium that talks about the principles of various schools and governs the country for hundreds of disciples.

In addition to these, what excited the disciples of the Hundred Schools the most was that he heard that the Queen Qinghe planned to leave a three-meter-high statue for each of the sages and sages on the steps leading to the library.

As soon as the news came out, the whole of Xianyang was as if it was a blow.

Almost all the disciples of the hundred families turned into bullfighting, panting and exerting the group ridicule mode, and wanted to place the ancestors of their sects on the highest stairs in the library and accept worship from all the people and scholars in the world.

But this seems to be just an idea, because I heard that I don’t have the money to do this huge project.

The disciples of a hundred schools of disciples were bustling among the people to attack each other's ancestors, and gave speeches everywhere to promote the great achievements of their sect's ancestors. Some leaders of major sects such as Taoism, Confucianism, military sects, Legalism, farming, Yin-Yang, and medical schools even asked their connections to ask to see the Queen Qinghe, wanting to arrange their sect's ancestors in advance.

Even Xu Fu, who had been meditating on medical skills, and An Yuliang, the vice president of the School of Literature who had been studying medicine at the open office, could not help but come to see Chen Xu with gifts. The drunkard was not about drinking, but also wanted to get a glamorous and good place for his sect's founder.

At present, Daqin said he was a disciple of a hundred schools of thought, but in fact, there are far more than this number. The Hundred Schools of Literature and the remarks of the predecessors collected and compiled by the Literature Academy, nearly 200 can be made into a single volume. If all these classics are printed into a volume, it must be a masterpiece of the emperor with thousands of volumes, and a collection of prosperous times left by the ancestors of China's past dynasties.

These books have been published one after another, and the first ones are all major schools, such as Confucianism, Legalism, Yin-Yang School, Military Academy, Medical School, etc. The classics of these schools are widely circulated and have a great influence, and they have many disciples, and they are organized in a relatively complete and fast manner. In addition, publishers also need to take into account practical applications. Books involving poetry, law, medicine, farming, breeding, mathematics, weather, etc. will also be published quickly. As for the classics of other small schools to be published, they can only be arranged to be arranged for a few years later. In addition, some small schools have only two or three disciples, and their inheritance is almost cut off. They are still poor and cannot afford to buy a book number, so they naturally cannot publish them.
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