"Is the king now still the king half a year ago?"

Yin Hao sighed in his heart.

Half a day later, Bigan returned with something in his arms, his face full of helplessness.

"Grandpa, the king doesn't like these things?"

Yin Hao asked.

"I don't know what's wrong? In the past six months, the king seems to have changed his personal life. He is listless all day long and is not active in handling government affairs. This ink thing is a big deal, but King Zhou is not interested at all, just let me take care of it!"

Bi Gan sighed lightly.

"Grandpa, this is your responsibility!" Yin Hao smiled, "You can find some people to specialize in the method of making paper, brush and ink making, and then it will be promoted when the time comes!"

"That's all!"

"Grandpa, should I give my grandson the follow-up exercises of Yubaogong and Jiamu health preservation exercise?"

"Aren't you given a part? Even if you have talent, it is impossible to practice to the sixth level without ten years!"

"Well! Grandpa, I have already reached the sixth level!"

"How is that possible?" Bigan was shocked, "Come on, come on, come on, you slap me!"

"Grandpa, you are old and old, if you keep walking to the ground with your grandson, then I'm going to be a traitor?"

"You bastard boy, do you really think grandpa is powerless?" Bigan smiled coldly, and his palm fell on Yin Hao's shoulders.
Chapter completed!