The morning was quiet and elegant, and the whole city was shrouded in a light blue smoke, like a shy girl. The doors of the shops were opening one after another, and people walked out of their homes in twos and threes to start a new day.
The tinkling sound of Zhaoguofang didn't stop all night long. Lao Shuan wiped the sweat from his face, poured a bowl of herbal tea from the teapot and drank it. The rough tea assimilated by the cold made him tremble and make him sleepy.
He disappeared without a trace in an instant. He took out a piece of ginger from the teapot and chewed it deliciously. It was not yet time to eat, and the mother-in-law and the children were still sleeping. They were too tired last night. Lao Shuan looked at the pile of ginger in the corner.
Each piece of charcoal is about the size of a walnut and very uniform. This is the best hardwood charcoal and is famous for its excellent burning properties. However, it is too expensive. If business were not so good, he would not be able to afford such good charcoal. In the yard
There are three latest stoves, which are the results of one night between him and his apprentice. Someone will come to pick them up today. Each stove costs 300 cash, plus the cost of iron materials, it will be 500 cash! Make it yourself.
Dozens of kitchen knives, door nails and hard work can only earn 500 cents. Now that one night's work is equal to his previous month's income, he doesn't have to worry about selling. He took it out from the hidden small box under the anvil.
A piece of paper, which is a good paper used by wealthy people to write letters and greetings. It is thick and not easy to be damaged. On it, I don’t know what kind of pen is used to draw the pattern of the stove. Some are seen from above, some are seen from the side, and some are seen from the bottom.
Yes, there is even a picture of breaking the stove open. It is full of words. Lao Shuan does not recognize it, but now he can memorize the words above without making any mistakes. This is the old lady of the Yun family, word for word.
I taught Chinese calligraphy. I have been forging iron all my life and have never seen such a pattern. If you understand the pattern, even a stupid blacksmith can build a stove. This is a family heirloom. It can only be used for tying posts. The other children are given more.
Money is all it takes, and my chest feels hot just thinking about it. The Yun family is so kind! Back then, I just helped a few out of consideration for the orphans, widows, and neighbors. I didn’t expect the reward to come so quickly and so violently. This is what I was given.
How many generations of Lao Shuan's family have survived? Marquis Yun learned his skills from the old immortal. What kind of immortal is he?
He had the same idea as Sun Wang from the tin shop next door. He never dreamed that iron sheets could be rolled out like dough. Although it was not as durable as hammering out the sheets, it made the sheets of iron too fast. All he had to do was pour molten iron.
Into the hopper, two people push the pulley, and iron sheets will come out little by little between the two iron rollers. After trimming, a good piece of iron sheet will appear on the outside. Put it on the iron cone and beat it, and roll it into a three-foot iron sheet that is slightly larger at one end.
Bucket, it doesn’t take much effort. Now Zhaoguofang’s iron stoves are sold all over Chang’an. This iron chimney is indispensable. With a huge iron kettle, the whole family will have hot water at any time. It’s so comfortable. Yesterday Yun
The old lady at home said that the family is looking for servants for a few young ladies. Her daughter is about to be ten years old. She is looking to see if she can be sent to the house as a maid. The Yun family is kind and they are all women and children. I heard that the Yun family will have servants for a day.
After eating three meals, the girl will enjoy the blessings. In a few years, when she gets older, she will ask the old lady to find a good family for the girl based on the reputation of the old neighbor. Besides, the girl is serving the young lady in the Hou Mansion. After a few years of training, she will be no better than in Xiaomen.
Is the Hudano girl much stronger?
Zhaoguofang has never been as vibrant as it is now. Everyone has a lot of work to do. The Marquis of the Yun family said that it is enough for everyone to know about it. Don’t show it around. Make a fortune quietly and don’t shoot. Although I don’t understand.
What does it mean to shoot? You will always keep your mouth shut. The official of Zhaoguofang personally stood guard at the door, and no unrelated people were allowed to enter. He also warned the residents that when relatives come, they should go to the door to talk, and if they want accommodation, they can arrange it in an inn.
Not allowed to enter the workshop.
One hundred and seventy-five households in the whole neighborhood formed the most primitive factory assembly line. The blacksmith built the stove, the riveter made the chimney, and the mason bought the carbon powder that no one wanted and mixed it with clay to make briquettes. Honeycomb briquettes were not difficult for Yun Ye.
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Mrs. Cheng and Aunt Yun went to and from the host's house and the west's house these days, and soon got into a heated relationship with the lady in the inner house. By the way, they promoted coal stoves. This kind of stove without smoke spread in Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty in an instant, and no one
She is willing to use the charcoal pot again, but the beauty does not want her nostrils to be filled with charcoal ash when she wakes up in the morning. The old man gathered around the stove to heat a pot of sour wine, bake two dough pancakes, and proudly looked at the heavy snow outside. Occasionally, he told a story about how heavy snow heralds a good harvest.
Come to fool your grandson. What the housewife likes most is the always hot water on the stove. She no longer has to worry about the hands getting red and swollen from the cold when doing laundry and cooking. Anyway, coal cakes are not expensive.
Yun Ye was a little depressed. He felt uneasy when he saw the soot floating over Yun Mansion turning the sky after the heavy snow into a mess. He wondered whether future generations of environmental protection experts would regard him as a negative example.
The little girls were sitting on the huge kang in their brother's house, playing games, making a mess on the lambskin mattress that their aunt had just laid out. The little girl had a monkey mask on her face and was holding a feather duster to hunt down the mouse spirit played by Xiao Xi, Xiao Bei.
Unwilling to show off, she strongly demanded to change worlds with Xiaodong. Da Ya, the most obedient, was holding a needle and thread in her little hand and was learning to sew clothes with her sister. Her brother's clothes were tight, not robes with big sleeves, they were not warm or comfortable.
It takes a lot of fabric to make two sets of clothes, which is enough for Yun Ye to make three sets. I don’t understand, obviously the material is not rich enough to be superfluous, why don’t you use your brain and use less fabric? The Yun family is no longer
The Cheng family doesn’t use that thing anymore. I guess the Lao Niu family and the prince don’t use that thing anymore. Does it prove that the ancients also had a strong ability to accept new things?
Zhaoguofang was just a pilot project that Yun Ye set up on a whim to earn some money for his family. Those neighbors just earned some money for their labor. They originally planned to give each person thirty cents a day, which already made Yun Ye feel that he could be kind-hearted.
The charcoal was burned. The old neighbor refused to work. Yun Ye thought it was too little and planned to add ten more coins. Unexpectedly, the neighbors thought that the Yun family was doing good deeds, and his pride couldn't bear it. He said that the salary was more than twenty coins, so he would rather beg for food than eat the food he brought.
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An apology for overpaying the workers? Mr. Yun threw away his sleeves angrily and left. The villagers cheered for victory. One coal stove production line can feed 175 households, and the number of employees reaches more than 600.
Not counting the blacksmiths, riveters, and coppersmiths who opened their own shops. A simple life creates simple employment. These citizens whose ancestors grew up in Chang'an City, as the earliest proletarians, do the hardest work in the city, but they have to pay
Without due respect, they had no land. The new land distribution system in the early Tang Dynasty had forgotten them. It had a terrible craftsman household system and terrible discrimination against merchants. They were not allowed to work, do business, or farm. They could only live in one way.
It exists in the form of vassalage, which is why Sun Wang's family does not lack food for his daughter, but he insists on stuffing his daughter into the Yun Mansion.
The leader of Li Er's bodyguard is a good man, his surname is Liu and his given name is Xian. He generously asked Yun Ye to call him Liu Er. His life experience and experience are unknown. He is even more mysterious than Yun Ye. He was almost carrying half a pig's head in his arms.
They went to Yun Mansion to discuss the mysterious topic of why the Han people would not die if their blood was drawn, while the Qiang people would die if their blood was drawn.
Yun Ye really didn't want to talk about drawing blood. He was a half-hearted person. How could he be a teacher for others, especially a butcher-like doctor? Liu Er claimed to be extremely interested in medicine and had done a lot of research on the battlefield.
Regarding the human body, I once used a horizontal knife to carefully cut open a person and studied it for three days before he died. I was very curious about what the white brains in the head were used for? How can people remember that there are all big and small tubes in the heart?
So many things? Where are people's thoughts? After asking, he used his hands to tear apart half of the pig's head, and each person took half of it as a side dish.
There is no doubt that these hands have touched the brain and the heart, and now they are grabbing the pig's head? Yun Ye resisted vomiting and changed the subject calmly. I am not a pervert. I am discussing the human brain with you while holding chopsticks.
Picking pig brains to eat? I explained to him in detail what psychological horror is, and gave him a small example. You tie a person to a pillar so that he can't see his hands, and you make a cut on his wrist. Don't cut it.
It's broken, but tell him that you cut his blood vessels, and his blood keeps flowing, and it will run out in an hour. Place a wooden bucket next to it, and open a small hole in the bucket to let the water drip into the copper basin. Tell him this
It was the sound of his blood dripping into the copper basin. When the water in the bucket ran out, the man was dead. In fact, there were no wounds on his body. This was psychological terror. He killed himself.
Liu Er felt that he could leave the mountain and had inherited part of the master's knowledge. Now he would go back and write it down and pass it on to his descendants so that he could be famous for generations to come.
Watching him leave, Yun Ye smiled and returned to the back hall to continue playing with the girl. But he didn't know that when he was about to go to bed, Liu Er was reporting to Li Er,
"Your Majesty, what Marquis Lantian said is absolutely correct. As expected, all three prisoners died without a single wound on their bodies."
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