"I don't want the east and west to be safe. I want to flatten the Eastern Wasteland and the Quan Rong! I want Dongyi and Quanrong to belong to Great Shang! I want Dongyi, the name of Quan Rong, to cease to exist from now on!”
"Grand Preceptor, King Wuwei, King Wucheng, with this, riding the three treasures and shooting arrows, can the three ministers do it for me?”
Zhao Hao's gaze suddenly sharpened as he stared at Wen Zhong and the other two.
Wen Zhong, Huang Gun, and Huang Feihu looked at each other. Then, their expressions turned solemn and they said in a deep voice,"Yes!"
"Very good."
Zhao Hao nodded and looked at Shang Rong.
Shang Rong smiled." Your Majesty summoned me and the other three, but you gave them to the Grand Preceptor. King Wuwei is such a precious treasure in the army. I think he won't let me return empty-handed."”
Hearing this, Wen Zhong and the other two looked at Zhao Hao as well. The three treasures on horseback and the divine crossbow bolts were already so amazing. They could not imagine what else Zhao Hao could take out that was not inferior to these treasures.
The three of them glanced at Zhao Hao and the few servants who had followed him into the palace.
Whether it was the three treasures on the horse or the divine crossbow arrows, they were all held in the hands of those servants. Presumably, the treasure that Zhao Hao wanted to give Shang Rong was also held in the hands of those servants.
However, what they saw after that was still something that they could not understand at all.
In the hands of the remaining servants, each of them was holding a white, thin, square-shaped object that looked like silk cloth.
One of them was holding a bamboo tube that was about a foot long and as thick as a pinky finger. At the bottom of the bamboo tube was a lock of hair.
One of them was holding a black brick-like object the size of a seal. Within the black brick-like object, there was a small black piece the size of a pinky finger.
The last person was holding two stacks of items that seemed to be made of pure white, thin, and silk-like materials.
These items did not give off any treasure light, nor were they made from precious items. They looked very ordinary.
However, with San Bao and the God-Shooting Crossbow in front of them, Wen Zhong and the other two did not dare to look down on these things at all.
Shang Rong also looked at those items with a solemn expression.
"Naturally, I won't let the old prime minister return empty-handed.”
Just like before, Zhao Hao took the items from the servants.
"Old Prime Minister, please take a good look."
Zhao Hao first took out the black brick-shaped object that was the size of a seal.
"This item is called an inkstone!"
As Zhao Hao spoke, he added some water to the inkstone. Then, he used the little black piece of inkstone that was the length of a pinky finger to gently grind it.
"This item is ink."
The water that dripped into the inkstone quickly turned black under the grinding of the ink block.
Zhao Hao took out the bamboo tube that was about a foot long and as thick as a pinky finger. There was a lock of hair at the bottom of the tube. He dipped the lock of hair into the ink on the inkstone.
"This is a pen."
Zhao Hao's voice did not stop, and his movements did not stop. He took the white, thin, and square-shaped object that looked like silk cloth into his hand.
"This is paper."
Then, Zhao Hao opened the paper and touched the paper with the brush. He moved his wrist slightly. Shang Rong, Wen Zhong, and the others saw that words were formed at the tip of the brush and appeared on the white paper.
"This…this…pen, ink, paper, inkstone, is it easy to make?”Shang Rong was the first to react and asked with a trembling voice.
"Extremely easy." Zhao Hao smiled.
"Good! Alright! With this brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, from now on, when my Great Shang subjects submit memorials to the king or when I deal with government affairs, I don't need to prepare beast bones and tortoise shells, nor do I need to use a jade knife to carve words on them. To this old subject, this treasure of the king is indeed not inferior to the three treasures on horseback and divine arrows.”
"Moreover, with the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, it will be easy to pass on our human culture. This treasure created by the king is enough to benefit the people! His achievements…were even comparable to the ancient Sage Emperor!”
The more Shang Rong spoke, the more he felt that brush, ink, paper, and inkstone had endless uses.
Suddenly, his gaze fell on the two stacks of paper again. In the next moment, his breathing quickened.
"Your Majesty, I wonder…what is this?”
Shang Rong's voice trembled so much that he couldn't speak clearly. He vaguely felt that those two stacks of paper were perhaps…more precious than ink and brush! It was even more shocking!
"These papers contain the records of what I acquired in secluded meditation a few days ago after receiving my Heaven-level Perception. The most important information is something you can take a look at, old Prime Minister.”
Zhao Hao's voice suddenly became a little mysterious. He signaled Shang Rong to pick up a stack of papers.
As soon as the paper entered Shang Rong's hand, the words 'Di Hao Arithmetic' entered his eyes.
Shang Rong subconsciously flipped open 'Di Hao's Arithmetic.' He had only intended to roughly browse through it and figure out what was recorded in it. After all, Zhao Hao, Wen Zhong, and the others were present. He couldn't ignore them and study it carefully.
However, who knew that he would immediately fall into it the moment he took a look. The more he looked, the faster his breathing became. He was in deep thought, puzzled, puzzled, and suddenly enlightened…
However, after reading a few pages, he immediately took another stack of papers from the servant's hand.
On the first page of the stack of papers were written the words 'Di Hao's Theory of Injuries and Injuries.'
Shang Rong couldn't wait to read. This time, he was flipping very slowly. Every time he flipped a page, his face would show a complicated expression.
Zhao Hao didn't disturb him, and so did Wen Zhong and the other two.
After a long time.
Shang Rong handed the two stacks of papers back to the servant. Then, he suddenly knelt down in front of Zhao Hao, his hands touching the ground and his forehead touching the ground. He bowed and said,"One is 'Di Hao's Arithmetic' and the other is 'Di Hao's Theory of Injuries and Sickness'. With these two books, Your Majesty has made boundless contributions to the world!”
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