Gong Shuqiao was lying on the chair with his forehead and looked exhausted, and said casually to Gong Shumei who came to him: "I'm back?"
"Grandpa, grandson shows you a good thing." After saying that Gongshumei, he handed the booklet Wu Zheng had written to him in front of Gongshuqiao.
But now that the bridge is exhausted physically and mentally, how can he bother to see what the plum is sent by the public, and casually said: "Your master didn't leave you to eat today?"
"The master has already said, but the grandson rushed back to show his grandfather this baby and he politely declined."
"Baby? That kid took away all the heirlooms from my family, what can he give you baby?"
This family heirloom of Gongshuqiao has two meanings. One is the "Tianji Jiayijing" that Wu Zheng took away from the library building, which was passed down by the Gongshu family for thousands of years. The second one! In his old view, it was natural that this good grandson, who was extremely talented in ingenuity and had not changed his heart, had lost the plum.
Gong Shumei naturally couldn't hear the profound meaning of his old words, only thinking that his grandfather was still annoyed by the loss of the volume of "Tian Ji Jia Yi Jing".
"Grandpa and grandson really brought back a baby this time. Don't regret it if you don't watch it!"
Gong Shuqiao sighed, and finally couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, sat up and took a look at the things his grandson had handed over.
It turned out to be a brand new manuscript. There are such things in bookstores. They are used to copy books for scholars or for schoolchildren to practice calligraphy. It is nothing unusual.
However, the few unsightly characters on the book were like electric lights, and they suddenly stabbed his dim old eyes.
"True Explanation of Thousands of Machines?" It was these four words that suddenly gave Gong Shuqiao an urge to open this book. Of course, this was also Wu Zheng deliberately. Wu Zheng only wrote this book for less than two days. After finishing writing, he sat alone in Ruoda’s study and felt bored. He looked at the blank on the cover of the booklet and hugged him. With a joking thought, I wrote the four little grasses that I thought were iron and silver hooks.
Wu Zheng’s joke really attracted the attention of the Gongluqiao, not because of the iron and silver hooks of his four grasses, but because the four words are like a scar. The son hit the sore spot of the public losing plum.
The yellow-mouthed child has a big tone. After only a few days of reading, he dare to explain to the public transmission family the true canon of thousands of years? Gongzhuqiao sighed and opened the pamphlet handed over by Gongzhumei. He went to see what Wu Zheng had a silly face on it.
But there was no idea on the face of the opposite grandson. It was a look of longing, as if he had done a good thing and waited for praise from the elders.
Gong Shuqiao didn't care much when he opened the booklet, but after turning to five or six pages, his pupils suddenly closed. After reading it carefully several times, he ran to the table and picked up paper and pen to check the calculation. As a result, the whole person was as if he had been beaten by Leap, standing there was abruptly surprised, no matter whether there was a chair behind him or not, he just sat down.
Fortunately, a swift and quick-witted child in the tribe hurried over to hold the old man and asked eagerly: "Uncle, what are you..."
Gongshuqiao's eyes were a little gloomy, staring at this nephew for a long time before regaining clarity.
Then Gongyuqiao struggled to stand up and shook his hand to indicate that he was okay, but he kept making such a big noise all of a sudden, but the whole clansman in the large study was dumbfounded.
No matter how the person called the uncle Gongzhuqiao saw something wrong with this uncle, he didn't dare to leave rashly, and guarded the old man's side carefully.
"Zi Shen, go busy with you!" After speaking, Gongshuqiao picked up the booklet on the table again and read it. This time he looked very seriously, even his face was still a little heavy, and he didn't want to read the jokes at all. Thoughts.
After a while, the Gongluqiao seemed to have made a very important decision in his heart. Holding Wu Zheng's "True Explanation of Heaven" in one hand, he looked at his grandson and said, "Is this book really written by your master?"
Gong Shumei replied: "That's what Master said, and the words on it seem to be from his handwriting."
"It's just..." Gong Shuqiao frowned, looking a little bit painful and a little bit distressed.
Public losing Mei roughly guessed that her grandfather might have been hit, so she was careful and relieved: "Grandpa, this is probably what you always tell us that there are people outside the world, there are heaven outside the world! Why should grandpa worry about it, since we are The public family has already decided to enter the world, so they should look at the world from the eyes of those who have entered the world, accept the world, and this... (End of this chapter)