Chapter 155: 110 Crushing (First Update)_3
The Prime Minister's Darling
Gu Jinyu narrated gently, âMiss Zhuangâs brushstroke is vigorous. The usual female âZanhuaâ style is too petite and does not suit Miss Zhuangâs strength. If Miss Zhuang were to switch to a different font, she would definitely be able to embody a powerful sense.â
No one hates flattery, and Miss Zhuang is no exception.
Her rejection of Gu Jinyu diminished instantly, âWell, at least you have some discernment. I have always felt thereâs something off with that font! No matter how hard I practice, it just doesnât feel right!â
âHow about Miss Zhuang tries this?â Gu Jinyu took out a handwriting copybook and placed it on the stone table.
âWhose handwriting is this?â Miss Zhuang asked.
âIt is the calligraphy of the young master of Zhaodu.â Gu Jinyu remarked.
Miss Zhuang was instantly infuriated, âYou want me to practice menâs handwriting?â
Gu Jinyu and softly shook his head, âThereâs no gender in handwriting; itâs just that women usually lack strength, so the âZanhuaâ style is easier for them. However, if weâre talking about beauty, the young master of Zhaodu has the most beautiful calligraphy.â
This was indeed the truth. Gu Jinyu had practiced it privately; despite not mastering its essence, the results were better-looking than that of the âZanhuaâ style.
The copybook she held had been painstakingly begged for from Lady Shufei, who, in turn, had managed to convince the emperor for it. One could only imagine how treasured it was.
She had made a tremendous resolution to bring this copybook out.
Gu Jinyu gently urged, âMiss Zhuang, why not give it a try? Starting from imitation.â
Miss Zhuang felt that the characters were indeed beautiful, far surpassing the copybooks collected by the Zhuang family. Persuaded by Gu Jinyuâs gentle and soft-spoken words, an opportunity presented itself.
She ordered for a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. After copying a few characters and comparing them with the previous ones, there was a significant improvement indeed.
Gu Jinyu praised, âMiss Zhuang is so smart indeed. Even after much practice, I couldnât achieve the strength of your brushwork. As long as Miss Zhuang is diligent and persists, youâll surpass me in a short while.â
Miss Zhuang was feeling quite pleased with herself, âOf course!â
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Ever since Xiao Liulang and Fen Lin went to the provincial city for their exams, Gu Xiaoshun would accompany Gu Yan and Xiao Jingkong for meals. Among the three, Gu Yan was the oldest but had the least life experience. He was a true baby Gu.
Baby Gu was picky about his food, too.
âI donât want to eat noodles today!â Gu Baobao pouted.
âBut weâre supposed to eat noodles today.â Xiao Jingkong spread his hands.
Xiao Jingkong is a planner, arranging meals meticulously. Xiao Liulang would eat anything, so he complied. Gu Xiaoshun didnât mind it either.
Initially, Gu Yan thought it was his brother-in-lawâs idea and cooperated out of respect. Once he realized the plan was set by Xiao Jingkong, he started opposing.
âI donât care! I just wonât eat noodles!â Gu Yan was daydreaming.
Gu Xiaoshun looked at Xiao Jingkong, who frowned hard, and then at Gu Yan, who was refuting; he was at a loss.
He missed his brother-in-law. How did he manage to control these two?
Before Gu Yan arrived, Xiao Liulang and Xiao Jingkong used to fight with each other. After Gu Yan came, he shifted the internal friction. In truth, if it werenât for the huge threat of Xiao Jingkong, Gu Yan and Xiao Liulang would have ended up fighting with each other.
To put it simply, the two younger brothers fought it out, and Xiao Liulang, the fisherman, gained an advantage in the process.
Amid the chaos and not knowing what to do, Gu Xiaoshun suddenly noticed a familiar figure. His eyes brightened, âSister!â
Gu Jiao, carrying a basket on her back, arrived at the academyâs entrance. She looked at the trio and asked, âHow come you havenât eaten yet?â
âItâs all Gu Yanâs fault. He isnât eating according to the plan!â Xiao Jingkong stated, his little face stern.
Gu Yan humphed, âAlways tattling!â
Xiao Jingkong struck a pose, âThis isnât tattling. This is stating facts! And, my report isnât black! Itâs colorful!â
What on earth is black? So ugly!
Gu Yan clicked his tongue, âIâve heard of rainbow farts, but not rainbow reports. Besides, itâs your plan, I never agreed to it!â
Xiao Jingkong argued, âWeâve always been eating like this!â
Xiao Jingkong was a bit compulsive. Unless you could convince him logically to change his plans, you typically wouldnât win against him.
Gu Jiao asked Xiao Jingkong, âWhatâs on the menu for today?â
Xiao Jingkong replied, âYangchun noodles!â
Gu Jiao turned to Gu Yan, âWhat do you want to eat?â
Gu Yan glared at Xiao Jingkong and replied, âRice and fish!â
Gu Jiao nodded, âGood, I brought rice and dishes, including fish. Weâll find a noodle shop and order another bowl of noodles.â
No disagreement came from either party.
Gu Yan was puzzled, âHow did you know I wanted to eat fish? What if I had said I wanted to eat meat?â
Gu Jiao smiled, âBecause I was craving for fish today.â
Twins, they sure are miraculous.
They ate their lunch in a noodle shop. Gu Xiaoshun went back to the academy by himself. Gu Jiao then dropped Gu Yan and Xiao Jingkong at a private school. Afterward, she went to Huichun Hall and sold the herbs she had picked from the mountain.
There was still time left in the day, so she planned to visit the iron shop and check on the progress of the farming equipment. She would be able to catch up with Gu Yan and the others after school.
It had been twelve days since Gu Jiao handed over the blueprints.
The piston bellows designed by Gu Jiao took the woodworker three days to build. In the following nine days, the iron shop managed to produce over a thousand iron tools for mining.
The blacksmiths were astounded.
Is there really such a miraculous thing in the world?
âOld Wang, this contraption is certainly more useful than the empireâs hydraulic press!â a young blacksmith remarked.
The old blacksmith nodded in astonishment, âIndeed, not to mention the empireâs hydraulic press, I suspect not even the press from Liang Country can compare.â
In terms of craftsmanship and minor inventions, Liang Country was peerless among the six countries. The hydraulic press technology of Liang Country had reached its peak. Back then, for this technology, the Zhan Country did not hesitate to exchange three mines.
Even so, the hydraulic press technology transferred to the Zhan Country by Liang Country was just in its infancy.
âWho on earth is that lady?â Seemed that young blacksmith thought of something, and his eyes widened in surprise, âCould she be a spy from Liang Country?â
The old blacksmith slapped him on the head, âAre you stupid? Would a spy from Liang Country casually share such powerful technology with us?â
âYou have a point.â The young blacksmith finally realized how painful his head was. He glared at the old blacksmith, âDonât you know how heavy a blacksmithâs hand is? If you hit me a couple more times, Iâd become a piece of iron!â
The old blacksmith: Hehehe.
The young blacksmith asked again, âWhat should we do about that lady?â
The old blacksmith replied, âWhat do you mean what should we do? Oh, you mean the farming tools? Since she has helped us make over a thousand iron tools in ten days, Iâll stick to my promise. I wonât charge a dime for her farming tools!â
Not only that, the old blacksmith also hoped to personally thank the lady.
Unfortunately, he had been waiting all afternoon, but Gu Jiao never showed up.