After Wu Yuanhua was shy for a short time, he suddenly came back to his senses and grasped the key points of the problem.
In ancient times, there was a curfew. Except for government officials, ordinary people were not allowed to appear on the streets in the middle of the night.
Usually those who appear on the streets during this time are either snitches or flower pickers, and they are not good people anyway.
Muchuan looked at Wu Yuanhua with a half-smile and said, "Don't you girls also appear on the street in the middle of the night?"
Hearing this, Wu Yuanhua was stunned for a moment, and then his expression darkened.
She was frightened just now and suddenly forgot about it.
I finally entered the show girl preliminary selection, but in the end I was kicked out at the entrance to the palace.
Thinking of this, Wu Yuanhua was heartbroken again, squatting on the ground with his arms folded and crying bitterly.
Seeing this, Muchuan scratched his head anxiously.
"Girl, don't cry anymore. If you keep crying like this, I'm afraid you will attract the female ghost here."
Women are all afraid of ghosts, and Wu Yuanhua is no exception.
Upon hearing the word "female ghost", Wu Yuanhua quickly covered his mouth.
There was a dark wind blowing on the street, and there was indeed an illusion that something sneaky was approaching.
Muchuan hesitated for a moment and said: "Girl, I don't think you have anywhere to go. My house is quite big. You are welcome to come to my house to cry. If you are tired of crying, just sleep. It's no problem."
After hearing this, Wu Yuanhua did not respond, but quickly distanced himself from Muchuan.
In the eyes of this little beauty, I am afraid that I have really become a person with evil intentions.
In desperation, Muchuan took out his official order.
"Girl, to be honest, I am actually an official of the imperial court, and this is my official order."
With that said, Muchuan handed the token to Wu Yuanhua.
Wu Yuanhua took the token dubiously.
"Secretary of the Household Department, Muchuan?"
Reading the words on the token, Wu Yuanhua couldn't help but be startled.
During her training as a show girl, she had learned the grades of officials at all levels of the imperial court.
The Minister of Household Affairs is a third-rank official, and is undoubtedly a high-ranking official.
You must know that reaching the second-grade official position is basically the limit for ordinary officials. Those who can become the first-grade official are all relatives of the emperor.
Even with the founding achievements of the Tang Dynasty, there are only a few who can reach the first-level status.
In short, in the eyes of ordinary people, there is no difference between a third-grade official and a superior emperor.
In panic, Wu Yuanhua planned to kowtow to Muchuan.
"The civilian girl Wu Yuanhua doesn't know your identity. She just bumped into you. I hope you will atone for your sins!"
Muchuan naturally stopped Wu Yuanhua from kowtowing, but when he heard Wu Yuanhua's name, he couldn't help but be shocked.
"Girl, what's your name?"
Wu Yuanhua was pulled by Muchuan's arm, and she was extremely embarrassed, but she couldn't shake him off, so she could only respond with a blushing face.
"Folk girl. Wu Yuanhua."
"Wu Yuanhua"
Muchuan looked confused. The name sounded very familiar, but he couldn't remember what role Wu Yuanhua was in history.
Speaking of the Tang Dynasty, the most famous woman with the surname Wu is naturally the only female emperor Wu Zetian.
Is it possible?
Muchuan's pupils dilated slightly, and he couldn't help but guess a possibility.
Muchuan stared at Wu Yuanhua closely and asked, "Girl, I wonder if your name should be kept secret?"
"My father, the warrior Yu, has been dead for more than a year."
Speaking of this, Wu Yuanhua's eyes became moist again.
After the death of the Supreme Emperor, the warrior Yu became ill with grief and died soon after.
Without the backbone of the warrior Xun, the status of the Wu family, which was already rejected by Li Shimin, plummeted.
Nowadays, the only way to gain a chance of survival is to rely on Wu Yuanhua to enter the palace.
Muchuan swallowed, he was 100% sure.
The Wu Yuanhua in front of me is Wu Zetian who has never changed her name.
"Alas, I have been obsessed with Mr. Wu for a long time, but I didn't expect that he has passed away."
Muchuan sighed deeply, expressing his sorrow.
To be honest, Muchuan had no idea what kind of person Samurai Yun was.
The most famous thing about Warrior Xun is that he is Wu Zetian's father. Apart from that, future generations will not care what achievements Warrior Xun has.
Seeing Muchuan express his condolences for his father, Wu Yuanhua suddenly felt as if he had found someone to belong to, and couldn't help but throw himself into Muchuan's arms and cry bitterly.
Muchuan patted Wu Yuanhua's back and said softly: "It's okay, I'm here."
Mu Mansion.
Muchuan arranged a room for Wu Yuanhua, and the sky gradually turned brighter.
At this point, Muchuan also lost the idea of sleeping and planned to visit the workshop.
The workshop was as usual, with the craftsmen working enthusiastically.
"Sir, you are here!"
Seeing Muchuan's arrival, the craftsmen also expressed their respect.
Before the development of the steam engine, the craftsmen were in awe because of Muchuan's official position, but after that, they were in awe because of Muchuan's intelligence.
There are many high-ranking officials, so if you catch someone randomly on Chang'an Street, he might be an official.
But there are very few people with real talent and knowledge.
Facing everyone's greetings, Muchuan nodded, "Everyone, I have new work for you."
As he spoke, Muchuan took out the blueprint for movable type printing.
This was not given by the system, but adapted by Muchuan himself based on woodblock printing.
After all, Muchuan is also a top student in engineering. For a machine of this level, he can still build it easily.
After giving the blueprint of movable type printing to the craftsman, Muchuan looked around again.
Muchuan was very satisfied with the result. There were almost no obstacles in the manufacture of the second steam engine. In just one day, it was more than half complete.
As the craftsmen become more and more skilled, this speed will accelerate much faster.
After leaving the workshop, Muchuan went to the newspaper office.
Shopkeeper Wang is very efficient in his work. Today he has printed hundreds of fragments of the first chapter of "The Condor Shooting".
When Muchuan came over, shopkeeper Wang was instructing his waiters to bring the remaining pages for distribution.
"Master!"
Muchuan nodded, glanced at the broken pages in the hands of the guys, and took one from them.
There are words on both sides of this fragment of page, which are so densely packed that the first impression you get at a glance is that of impetuousness.
But if you calm down and read the first line, you will be able to sink into this huge and glorious epic story.
Seeing Muchuan looking at the broken pages, shopkeeper Wang was rubbing his hands nervously at the side.
Following Muchuan's instructions, he reduced the typesetting when printing the remaining pages, making the text more compact and the content on a single page more dense.
But the problem is that shopkeeper Wang doesn't know to what extent the typesetting reduction mentioned by Muchuan should be reduced, so he is not sure now whether Muchuan is satisfied or dissatisfied after reading it.
After Muchuan read it, he looked at Shopkeeper Wang and frowned slightly.
"Master?"
"Shopkeeper Wang, you are really honest."
Muchuan said speechlessly: "I asked you to shrink the layout, but I didn't ask you to shrink it to this extent."
"See for yourself, what's the difference between it and a pile of fly droppings?"
Shopkeeper Wang felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and he was stunned on the spot.
It's over. I'm afraid this beautiful job will be lost.
"Master, forgive me! I will reprint it now!"
"Forget it, let's make do with it this time. Be smarter next time and don't make such an obvious mistake."
Hearing this, Shopkeeper Wang let out a long sigh of relief.
