The first lesson Chen Guang taught to Gaofu Music people was quite sloppy, but despite this, it still made the music people intoxicated.

There were also works that specifically explained the knowledge of music theory in this era. However, these books were difficult to understand, and the second was the so-called secular rules of "just a person who is happy is worthy of learning!"

Chen Guang's actions of teaching musicians to learn music theory are not shocking, but they are also extremely rare. When Gao Xianzhi returned home in the evening, he was surprised after hearing the old manager's report for a long time before saying, "Chen Lang is free and easy, he is not enough!"

"Do whatever Chen Lang told you to do, and you don't have to report everything to me."

When he first returned to Yancheng, Gao Xianzhi was busy with affairs. In the court, Li Xiang was in charge of the Great Protectorate. He and Cheng Qianli were the ones in the Protectorate's Mansion. However, he was recommended by his husband Meng Lingcha, and the military affairs were all over the place. However, he had been guarding the Kingdom of Yutian before, and Cheng Qianli had the upper hand in the Protectorate's Mansion.

Gao Xianzhi has enough patience and expectations for Chen Guang. He and Cheng Qianli are of the same age and have similar achievements, and they are valued by Meng Lingcha. However, the two of them are so competitive and even hostile to each other, which is also inseparable from the great Hexi Jiedushi.

If he wants to completely suppress the process, Gao Xianzhi has to recruit talents to help. Feng Er has now gained a foothold in the Protectorate's Mansion, but among his many staff members, there are not many who can compete with Feng Er, and it is difficult to seize those important official positions from the Protectorate's Mansion. However, Chen Guang is still a little likely.

Although he had only been together for half a month, Gao Xianzhi could notice that Chen Guang had learned a lot, and there were almost no topics he could not handle. It seemed that even the number of numerology was more proficient than most people. At least when his personal guards were resting at the post station, Chen Guang could always get the results quickly when he calculated the cost of the personnel, and there was no mistake afterwards.

When it was late at night, Feng Changqing returned to Gao Mansion and started drinking with his master. He is actually in charge of the money and grain expenditure of the Protectorate Mansion. Although Cheng Qianli didn't like him, he did not target him. He was just tired every day and was very tired.

"The Protector, Chen Lang has the legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. If he could train the musicians in the mansion well, he would have offered them to Chang'an."

In the study, Gao Xianzhi, who was only wearing a close-fitting sweatshirt, played with the white jade wine cup in her hand. He listened to Feng Changqing's words and nodded slightly, "That depends on the quality of the new song made by Chen Lang?"

Today's saints are known to all. In Chang'an City, the musicians who are deeply favored by the musicians are like Li Guinian, who are often rewarded with thousands of gold, and are sought after by many officials and officials, comparable to kings and princes.

If he could really offer dance music that satisfies the saint, Gao Xianzhi could naturally suppress Cheng Qianli steadily and get the opportunity to take charge of the battle. Of course, this is just an alternative. What Gao Xianzhi really cares about is the Li Xiang who actually formed a unique situation in the court. "With Feng Er and Li Xiang, the gifts prepared must not be neglected."

"Don't worry, Li Xiang has his own preparations."

Feng Changqing responded in a deep voice, Li Xiang liked to promote poor families and Hu generals, and he occupied both of his own lords. The rest was just how to meet his preferences and be good at ease.

Gao Xianzhi looked at Feng Changqing when he heard this, and his eyes were full of regret. If Feng Er had the appearance of Chen Lang, he would have gone to Chang'an to run for him by himself to Li Xiang's disciple!

"Feng Er, come on, let's take a look at the march route."

While speaking, Gao Xianzhi took out the map. He had never relaxed for three years in the town of Yutian and was always ready to lead his army to the two countries of Bolu. No one knew how many scouts and staff he sent to Bolu to draw maps and record the mountains and rivers, so that the court would know what he knew in the future when he wanted to use him.

Feng Changqing looked at the map with a serious expression. Now Tubo is blocked in Longyou and Hexi, and it is difficult to advance in an instant. The two countries of Big and Big Bolu are the key roads that Tubo is involved in the Western Regions and the River. Now Xiao Bolu is turning to Tubo, and the nearby small vassal states will sooner or later cut off the tribute. The saint will be furious. At that time, the battle for the commander to fight against Xiao Bolu will be to fight for who is more confident to gain the trust of the saint.

The expedition of Xiao Bolu is related to whether the lord can leave the governor of Dahexi in the future. He is the only leader in Anxi. He must not make any mistakes. No matter how much you do, you will only feel that there is little.

Under the candlelight, Feng Changqing and Gao Xianzhi leaned on the table and studied the gains and losses of each marching route.

...

When he returned to the warehouse from Gao Mansion, Chen Guang was still shocked by Cao Yalang's efficiency, because most of the abandoned houses in the warehouse had been leveled and cleaned up.

There were more than a dozen old tents next to the camp built by the fang soldiers. As soon as he got off the horse, Chen Guang saw Abu hurried forward with joy on his face, "The husband is back, those are all Lifu hired by Cao Yalang..."

After taking the horse, Abu explained to Chen Guang. It turned out that after Cao Yalang left the business, he hired a group of people to help demolish the old house. In the afternoon, all the wood, bricks and stones were sent over.

Hearing Abu excitedly say that it will take less than two months to build the mansion he wants, Chen Guang had to sigh, "Money can make the devil push the mill" will work no matter when it is put.

"Mr., those hard-working men only need to take care of their food, and they don't have to pay too much wages."

Abu quickly got into the role. When he was a housekeeper in Khurasan, he helped his master save money. Yancheng is not short of labor, especially when the spring is just beginning and the caravans are coming to pass the level continuously, there are some hungry idle men.

"Well, you can do it, but don't lose too much to those hardcores."

Chen Guang looked at the loyal Persian slave and said in a deep voice, of course he knew that he had to save money, but he didn't want to gain a bad reputation. After all, he still needed to absorb a large amount of labor in the city to work for him in the future.

"Don't worry, my younger brother knows what to do!"

Abu nodded quickly, and then sighed in his heart, "Mr. Benevolent and those strong men are really lucky."

...

Under the bright candlelight, Chen Guang held the only electric paper book that could still be used in his cowhide bag, and looked at the books and novels stored inside.

When he was in Zanmo Temple, although the soldiers flipped over his luggage, they did not take other items privately. The mobile phone without electricity was like a large and strange jade token in this era. As for the electric paper book in his hand, it was regarded as a black stone tablet by Duowen.

His fingers were sliding on the ink screen, Shen Guang was looking for several time travel novels he had saved, looking for chapters about how to make distilled wine. He was not a real master of everything, and he knew everything. Now he only hopes that this electric paper book battery, which is known as super long standby, would be more powerful, at least to allow him to copy all the things he thought were useful.

“Finally found.”

While talking in a low voice, Chen Guang picked up the paper and pen on the desk and recorded it quickly. Now he only regrets that he had downloaded most of the books on literature, history, philosophy, music, etc., and that he had to search for them in time travel novels.

Half an hour later, he rubbed his wrists, and Chen Guang looked at the electric paper book with 70% of the battery left, sighed softly, and then turned off the novel "The Martial Artsman of the Ming Dynasty".

I have to hug my thighs, but I have to be strong by myself!

Chen Guang thought so, then locked the electric paper book and put it back to the bottom of his cowhide bag. After covering it with other things, he reorganized the mixed knowledge copied on the table. Of course, Chen Guang could only look forward to how many practical possibilities these things are. No matter how much direction and specific steps are, it is better than he guides the craftsmen of this era based on the concept of brain supplement.

After blowing the white hemp paper with undried ink, folding it together and pressing it with paperweight, Shen Guang returned to Hu's bed to sleep. He was not afraid that anyone could understand what he wrote. The words he wrote in his shorthand were like a dog crawling, and only he could understand it himself.

He had to get out the hard pen first, otherwise it would be too low for him to rely on the shorthand of the brush alone. After lying down, Shen Guang turned his wrist and thought so, and this might be an opportunity to make money. However, he heard Feng Changqing complain that there were too many official documents copied in the Protectorate's Mansion, and that the clerk and brush were not enough.
Chapter completed!