After the meeting ended, Luo Chong invited the guests who had come to pay their New Year's respects to lunch, and they hurriedly headed home.
After all the guests had left, Luo Chong looked at the things that had suddenly appeared in his home and couldn't help sighing with emotion. His New Year had somehow turned into a science and technology expo, with the prefects of every commandery competing to present gifts and bringing him no shortage of surprises.
Lame's pair of vases, Big Strength's Floating World Clear Sound, Yun Zhi's silk, She Xin's Flying Fish Boat model, Yang Yan's white deer, Jian Dun's two little lions, Lu Guangzhu's glassware, Jing Yan's chest of jade, the First Institute's clocks and Platform Scale, and the Second Institute's train model.
These gifts had truly given him quite a few pleasant surprises.
What surprised Luo Chong even more was something reflected in these gifts: creativity.
In the past, Luo Chong had always taught them what to make, instilled his aesthetic and values in them, and taught them all sorts of production techniques. Now, these people had finally broken free of Luo Chong's influence and begun trying to create things on their own.
Whether it was Big Strength's Precious Sword, Lame's vases, or Yun Zhi's silk and Lu Guangzhu's glassware, all of them were things they had recreated according to their own aesthetics without Luo Chong's knowledge.
She Xin's Flying Fish Boat model, along with the First Institute's clocks and Platform Scale, represented an even greater elevation of their pursuit of technology. They had gone from listening to Luo Chong explain how to make things to deciding for themselves what they wanted to make. They had completed a thorough transformation.
The all-around advancement of their art and technology made Luo Chong realize something. The