"Xuan Zang? Are you Xuanzang?" Tang Ping was stunned.
"Does the donor of the Tang Dynasty know the poor monk?" Xuanzang was also a little curious.
"You...are you that Xuanzang?" Tang Ping originally wanted to ask about the Buddhist scriptures, but seeing that Xuanzang was so young, even if he was really Tang Sanzang who went to the West to retrieve the Buddhist scriptures, he would not be on his way now.
"Your original secular name was Chen?"
Xuanzang was even more surprised. It was obvious that Tang Ping, the proprietor of Shanghe Village in front of him, knew him and even his lay name. However, he was not an eminent monk and he did not remember meeting Tang Ping before.
To be honest, Tang Ping never thought that the young and handsome monk who came to his Shanghe Village to place orders would be Xuanzang.
This was probably the character he disliked the most when he was a child. After all, he was the one who gave Sun Wukong a headache by reciting the tightening curse when he had nothing to do. He was also the one who wanted to drive Sun Wukong away because he had beaten monsters. He was the least capable among the entire Buddhist scripture collection team and only knew how to scream. It was he who saved the life.
However, when I grew older, I learned that Daci'en Temple had become the main court of the Consciousness-Wei Sect because of him, and also learned a lot about Xuanzang's contribution to Chinese Buddhism, and I gradually changed my view of him.
But now, such a character is right in front of him. If Tang Ping were to speak, when he found out that the monk in front of him was Xuanzang, he was even more shocked than when he first met Li Jing.
"Donor Tang? Have we ever known each other?"
"Sorry, I don't know you. I just remembered some stories."
"story?"
"That's right, it's a story!" Tang Ping smiled and said, "I'm just going to bother the master today. Let's talk about it some other time when we have time."
"That's the case, Donor Tang, go slowly!" Xuanzang clasped his hands together again. Although it was strange, it was not what a monk should do to get to the bottom of things.
After walking out for a long time, Tang Ping looked back and saw that Xuanzang had started cleaning just as he had come.
Xuanzang... is truly amazing.
But there is something more important now. The wheat in the fields is about to mature.
"Old Cui, send me a message to invite Duan Lun, Minister of the Ministry of Industry, to have dinner at Xihe Building at noon tomorrow."
Lao Cui took the greeting card to Duan Lun's house first. Duan Lun was not there, but the concierge heard that it was from Tang Ping, who was famous in Chang'an recently, so he solemnly accepted it.
After all, my master was full of praise for Xihelou’s food when he came back last time.
He even praised Tang Ping highly.
When it was almost completely dark, Duan Lun dragged his tired body back to the house.
Recently, the Chang'an Workshop District was built, and many new workshops were opened. He was really busy.
It's all because Tang Ping sent over too many drawings. Now many workshops' original production tools need to be improved, but all of these things have to fall on their engineering department.
Moreover, many of these workshops now have shares owned by various ministers. Just dealing with them every day, making whose products are made first and whose products are made later, makes him exhausted.
"Master, there are a total of sixteen posts today..."
Before the concierge could finish speaking, Duan Lun waved his hand impatiently: "No, no one."
Needless to say, many of them are sent from those workshops.
"But..." The concierge wanted to say more, but Duan Lun, who was already exhausted, immediately became angry: "What? Isn't what I said in this house good? It's all burned!"
"Yes!" How dare the concierge say anything more at this time? Naturally, the master of the house has the final say. If he says to burn it, then burn it.
Duan Lun slammed the door angrily and went in, leaving the concierge with his mouth deflated.
The next day Tang Ping spent the entire day without waiting for Duan Lun.
Lao Cui was also surprised: "I obviously gave the post to their concierge, and he said he would pass it on to Minister Duan for me."
"Maybe he's too busy!" Originally, Tang Ping wanted to hand over the hand-operated harvester and thresher directly to the Ministry of Industry, but now it seems that this road is unavailable.
Fortunately, his identity was no longer ordinary now. When he returned to the new school, he called Li Tai.
"These two machines, one is used for harvesting and the other is used for threshing. Please study them and draw a picture for the Ministry of Industry."
"Eh..." Li Tai's eyes lit up, Tang Ping found something new again.
"May I ask the owner, what is the principle of this threshing machine, and why the wheat ears enter from this end, and then..."
Tang Ping knew that what was supposed to come would eventually come. The reason why he didn't go to Li Tai directly at the beginning was because this student was too...crazy.
Ever since Tang Ping opened the door of knowledge to him, he has been frantically searching for the working principles or the truth of all items.
At the same time, Tang Ping also saw what it means to be a god of learning.
Li Tai started studying calculus in only three months after he came into contact with modern mathematics.
Tang Ping had absolutely nothing to teach him. After all, he had long passed the senior year of high school when he had the most knowledge. Therefore, most of the time, after Li Tai had learned a level of knowledge, he would directly throw the books on the next level of knowledge to him. he.
Even now Tang Ping feels that if Li Tai is asked to take the college entrance examination, if he does not take the English test, he will probably have no problem getting a 985.
He knew that if he handed these two things to Li Tai, he would probably have to ask questions, but now Tang Ping also had a way to deal with him.
"Li Tai, let's not talk about the hand-operated harvester. I think you can see that it is a very simple transmission device. As for this thresher, its practical principles are all what you have learned now."
"The knowledge you have learned must be put into practical application before it becomes your own. So I will not answer the question you asked. I believe you can find the answer to the question yourself."
"Understood, curator!" Li Tai looked like he accepted it humbly, which made Tang Ping breathe a sigh of relief once again. Teaching others now was teaching, but teaching Li Tai could only rely on pure deception.
Fortunately, although Li Tai has extremely rigorous logical thinking ability and an almost photographic memory, his knowledge still has considerable limitations.
Many times he can only see the material side but not the other side, but Tang Ping can use his insights that are more than a thousand years ahead to help Li Tai solve many problems.
Otherwise, he really wouldn't be able to control this student.
So as a teacher, having such a devilish student is sometimes a blessing and sometimes a pain.
Fortunately, Li Tai did not disappoint Tang Ping. He soon figured out the working principle of the thresher, drew a sketch, and gave detailed explanations of some structural points, and handed it to the Ministry of Industry.
And Tang Ping's first epic mission is about to be completed.
