In the blink of an eye, the next day, Wanyan Xiyin saw Zhao Tong presenting two more letters, so he called over for questioning.
"Mystery, I see that you have now created twenty-one letters, which can be combined into multiple characters. Is this major task of creating a new character about to be completed?"
Yuan Yili said: "Sir, it should be done soon. After filling in the gaps, it will probably take a few more letters."
Wanyan Xiyin stroked his beard gently and said with a smile: "Very good, very good. Xuanji, with your great achievements, you will definitely leave a name in history in the future."
Zhao Tong said: "What merits do my subordinates have? I have heard that thousand-mile horses are always there, but bole are not always there. If there is no sir, how can Yuan Yi do what he is doing today? When it comes to credit, it is all the credit of sir. What's more... let alone Yuan Yi." Yi is just the editor, but Mr. Yi is the editor-in-chief!"
Hearing this, Wanyan Xiyin stared at Zhao Tong with bright eyes, suddenly burst into laughter, and waved his hand: "Leave the mystery alone, complete it as soon as possible, and celebrate your success."
Zhao Tong returned to the editing hall and saw five people studying the newly created two-letter writing method. These five people were all considered talents. Even he himself only came up with four writing methods. These five people could actually do it. There are seven or eight kinds.
He coughed lightly, and the five people immediately stood up and saluted: "I have met Hanlin."
Zhao Tong pressed his hands and said with a smile: "Everyone, please sit down."
The five people sat down and looked at Zhao Tong with extremely flattering expressions. They were now determined to go all the way with Zhao Tong.
If Zhao Tong didn't support them, although they wouldn't be driven away, they wouldn't have much future, but it would be different if Zhao Tong supported them.
In the future, Zhao Tong will be in charge of one department. Think about how big the one departments of Liao and Song were? How many things do you care about? As the Jin Kingdom becomes more and more powerful and will destroy the Liao Kingdom in the future, it is unlikely that Zhao Tong will be promoted. Even if he is not promoted, how can they get a minister?
When they thought of this, the expressions of the five people became more respectful, even more respectful than when they saw Wanyan Xiyin. After all, Wanyan Xiyin was a military attaché. Even if he became prime minister in the future, it might not be possible to promote a few of them now. After the creation is completed, are they still going to follow Zhao Tong?
Zhao Tong smiled and was very satisfied with the performance of the five people. He coughed lightly and said: "Everyone, the creation of our Jin Dynasty characters this time is quite smooth. I estimate that it will be completed in about half a month. Everyone also It’s a great contribution!”
The five people all humbly said that they were all Hanlin's talented people, otherwise they would not have achieved such great achievements.
Zhao Tong nodded and said with a smile: "Your Majesty has thanked you, and I will be in charge of the Ministry of War. However, our country of Jin does not have such an official position at the moment, so I am really in a dilemma. Which one is better? The Ministry of War. It’s natural, but the rest…”
"Lin Ya, I feel that the Ministry of Rites is naturally the best. The Ministry of Rites is the first among the six departments. The prime minister is the most noble. Even the rank is half a rank higher than the other five departments!" Xu Santai said hurriedly.
"Oh?" Zhao Tong smiled and nodded.
"I feel that the Ministry of Rites is not appropriate. According to the system of our Kingdom of Jin, the Ministry of Rites may not be the prime minister's second choice. If so, it would be too noble. I think the Ministry of Households is the best!"
"No, no, no, Brother Xu and Brother Wu are wrong. The Ministry of Personnel is the best. Why is it that among the six departments, only the Ministry of Personnel is called Heavenly Official, and the other five cannot? Because the Ministry of Personnel is the most trusted department by His Majesty. Si, that’s why we call it the official of the official department, only the official department is the best!”
"What you guys said is inappropriate. I thought..."
Seeing a few people arguing with red faces and rough necks, Zhao Tong couldn't help but smile and said: "You guys can discuss it for now. I have something to go out on. You can tell me after you have discussed it."
Several people nodded. Even if Zhao Tong walked far away, the quarrel behind him was still going on. He couldn't help but think to himself, let's make a fight, let's make a fight. It's hard to say whether your heads will be saved in a while. Right now. It's better to dream about becoming an official, so as not to lose your life without realizing the dream.
Walking all the way back to the small courtyard, Huang Gu was carving something with a knife. Zhao Tong stepped forward and frowned: "What is this?"
Huang Gu's eyes lit up: "Master, what I am carving is a man, who comes and goes like the wind, an invincible and lonely man!"
Zhao Tong said: "Others love women, but you love a man. Is this you? Invincible and lonely?"
Huang Gu said: "Master, I decided to give myself a pseudonym called Dugu Wudi. What do you think, Master?"
Zhao Tong glanced at him and walked into the house without saying a word. Since this morning, my mother has been avoiding him everywhere. As long as he is around, my mother will never stay, and she will not even look at him.
Even last night, my wife didn't go back to the room and sat outside almost all night. Zhao Tong didn't explain it. If there is anything easy to explain, a kiss is a kiss. Since I like it, I won't explain it.
Do you want me to say, Thirteenth Mother, if you let your words slip, I have no choice but to block your mouth with my own? how can that be possible.
Zhao Tong entered the room and saw his wife sitting in the corner with her hands on her knees, in a daze.
"Thirteenth Mother." Zhao Tong said.
The young lady didn't look at him, didn't speak, and turned her head away.
Zhao Tong glanced at his mother. Her sitting position showed her insecurity, but her legs...he took a closer look.
As if she noticed Zhao Tong's gaze, the girl immediately changed her posture, and then she felt that Zhao Tong's eyes were not leaving her body. The girl suddenly panicked and immediately jumped to the ground and walked out.
Zhao Tong blocked the door and refused to let her out. The little girl pushed him twice but failed. Then she turned around and sat down at the table. This time, her body was hidden under the table. She felt a little more stable in her heart, but she still had a face. He looked at Zhao Tong without any expression.
Zhao Tong thought for a while, walked to the kang, picked up the embroidery needle in the sewing basket, and said, "Do you want me to really practice that skill, sir, before you are willing to speak?"
The young lady didn't move when she heard this. Zhao Tong sighed softly: "But even if you don't speak for the rest of your life, I won't practice that Kung Fu, sir. Stop dreaming."
The young lady bit her lip, got up and went out without looking back.
Zhao Tong turned the embroidery needle on his fingertips and threw it back into the needlework basket. Then he flicked his fingers, and a thin, transparent and almost invisible silk thread shot out.
The silk thread was so fast that it hit the table, and then gently rolled up a wolf hair on the table. He held the wolf hair in his hand, and after writing a few words in the void, the transparent silk thread sent the wolf hair back. On the table, the silk thread then retracted into his sleeve, and he said to himself: "This may not be as good as the embroidery needle, right?"
On the eighth day of August, Zhao Tong completed the creation of a new script. All twenty-six letters were presented. The Jin Dynasty court discussed it for a whole day. No one could find any faults. They even praised the simplicity and ease of learning of this script.
This kind of writing does not require the effort of memorizing many characters. As long as you remember twenty-six letters, even people who have never read a book can pick up a pen and write according to the pronunciation of Jurchen dialect.
Wanyan Aguda was overjoyed and designated this writing as a national character. He also set regulations and implemented them throughout the Jin Kingdom from top to bottom.
Moreover, Zhao Tong was granted the title of Minister of Rites, making him the first among the civil servants of the Jin Kingdom.
(End of chapter)
