The god-level tyrant of the prehistoric fantasy

"What the widow wants is not to have no worries about east and west. What the widow wants is to flatten the Dongyi and the dog army! Said, since then, it will no longer exist!"

"Old Grand Master, King Wuwei, King Wucheng, with this, the three treasures on horseback, and the shooting of crossbow arrows, the three ministers, can it be done for the widow?"

Zhao Hao's gaze sharpened suddenly, and he looked directly at Wen Zhong and the others.

Wen Zhong, Huang Gun, and Huang Feihu looked at each other, then they all looked solemn, and said in a deep voice, "Yes!"

"very good."

Zhao Hao nodded, and then turned his gaze to Shang Rong.

Shang Rong said with a smile: "Your Majesty summoned the old minister and four others, but gave it to the old grand master. King Wuwei is such a treasure in the army, if you think about it, he will definitely not let the old minister go back empty-handed."

Wen Zhong and the others also looked at Zhao Hao when they heard the words. Immediately, the Three Treasures and the Godly Shooting Crossbow Arrows were already so astonishing. It was hard for them to imagine that Zhao Hao could produce anything not inferior to these treasures.

While looking at Zhao Hao, the three glanced at the servants who followed Zhao Hao into the palace.

Whether it is the three treasures on horseback or the crossbow arrows shot by God, they were all held in the hands of those servants before, thinking about it, the treasure that Zhao Hao wants to give to Shang Rong should also be held in the hands of those servants at this time.

But then, what they saw still made them unable to understand at all.

However, in the hands of the remaining servants, each of them was holding a white, thin, square object like silk cloth.

In one hand, he held a bamboo tube that was about a foot long and as thick as a little finger, and there was a lock of hair at the bottom of the thing.

In one hand, he was holding a black brick-shaped object the size of a seal, and within the black brick-shaped object was a small black piece that was as long as a little finger.

The last person held two stacks of things that seemed to be made of that white, thin, silk-like thing in their hands.

These things did not exude any precious light, nor were they made of expensive things. They seemed to be very ordinary.

But with the Three Treasures of Horse and the Crossbow Arrow of God in front of them, the three of Wen Zhong did not dare to underestimate these things in the slightest.

Shang Rong also looked at those few things solemnly.

"Naturally, the old prime minister will not be allowed to return empty-handed."

Just like before, Zhao Hao took those things one by one from those servants.

"Old Prime Minister, see clearly."

Zhao Hao first took the black brick-shaped object the size of a seal in his hand.

"This object is named inkstone!"

As Zhao Hao said, he added some water to the inkstone, and then used the little black piece in the inkstone to grind it lightly.

"This thing is ink."

The water that dripped into the inkstone quickly turned into pitch black under the grinding of the ink stick.

Zhao Hao took the one-foot-long bamboo tube-like thing that was as thick as a little finger, with a tuft of hair at the bottom, in his hand, and dipped the tuft of hair into the ink inside the inkstone.

"This is a pen."

Zhao Hao kept his voice and movements, and took the white, thin, square thing like silk cloth into his hand.

"It's paper."

Afterwards, Zhao Hao spread out the paper, touched the paper with the brush hair, and moved his wrist slightly. Shang Rong, Wen Zhong and others saw that each character was formed on the tip of the pen and appeared on the white paper.

"This...this...this brush, ink, paper, inkstone, can it be easily made?" Shang Rong was the first to react, and asked with a trembling voice.

"Extremely easy." Zhao Hao laughed.

"Good! Good! With this brush, ink, paper and inkstone, from now on, when I present a memorial to the king, or when I deal with government affairs, I don't need to work hard to prepare animal bones and tortoise shells, and I don't need to use jade. The knife has painstakingly carved characters on the animal bones and tortoise shells, and to the old minister, this treasure of the king is indeed no less important than the three treasures of horses and the magic crossbow."

"Furthermore, with the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the transmission and inheritance of our human culture will become extremely easy. This treasure created by the king is enough to benefit all people! Its achievements are even...comparable to the ancient holy emperor!"

The more Shang Rong talked, the more he felt that the pen, ink, paper and inkstone had infinite uses, and his thoughts were endless.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the two stacks of papers again, and in an instant, his breathing became short of breath.

"My lord, I don't know... what is this thing?"

Shang Rong's trembling voice was a little uncomfortable, and he vaguely felt that those two stacks of paper were perhaps...more precious than pens, inks, papers and inkstones!But also to shock the world!

"The records on these papers are what the widow has obtained after the induction between heaven and man a few days ago, and the most important things, the old prime minister can have a look at them first."

Zhao Hao's voice suddenly became a little unfathomable, and he motioned Shang Rong to pick up one of the stacks of papers.

Starting with the paper, what Shang Rong saw was the four characters of 'Dihao's arithmetic'.

Shang Rong subconsciously opened the 'Dihao's Arithmetic', originally only intending to browse it roughly, to find out what was recorded in the 'Dihao's Arithmetic', and let it go. After all, Zhao Hao, Wen Zhong and others were all present, so he could not Ignore the four of them and study them carefully.

But unexpectedly, when he saw it, he immediately sank into it, the more he looked, the more short of breath he got, and he became contemplative, doubtful, frowned in puzzlement, suddenly enlightened...

However, after he only read a few pages, he immediately took another stack of papers from the servant.

On the front page of this stack of papers, there are five large characters of 'Dihao's Injury Theory'.

Shang Rong couldn't wait to turn the pages down. This time, he turned the pages extremely slowly. Every time he turned a page, there would be an extremely complicated expression change on his face.

Zhao Hao didn't bother him either, and Wen Zhong and the others naturally wouldn't bother him either.

a long time.

Shang Rong handed the two stacks of papers to the waiter again, and then suddenly and solemnly knelt down towards Zhao Hao, touched the ground with both hands and forehead, bowed five-body salute, and said in homage: "One copy of Di Hao "Arithmetic", a "Treatise on Dihao's Injury and Disease", with these two books published, the great king has done immeasurable merit to the common people in the world!"