Li Yue frowned and thought for a while, then said: "Aunt Wang said that there was news from the village that the oil Brother He asked someone to bring has been delivered to the village."
"I'll go to the village tomorrow."
"Um."
After nightfall, Li Yue was still thinking about a math problem. She still had some difficulty in calculating the factoring algorithm.
After counting for an hour, Li Yue gracefully put down her pen and said, "I'm sleepy."
Returning to her room, she quickly closed her door.
Zhang Yang took a look at her algorithm and found that it had no beginning and no end, and the term-splitting method was useless.
Seeing that Li Yue couldn't solve the problem and wanted to save face and refused to show a frustrated look, his daughter-in-law had always been too confident and tortured her with math problems. Zhang Yang felt inexplicably happy.
This is actually a very typical factoring problem in junior high school mathematics.
Of course, in the junior high school mathematics stage, the two most tortured question types are factorization and plane geometry.
The numerous formulas and lengthy problem-solving procedures exercise your brainpower and logical thinking skills.
If you get distracted for a moment in the middle and look back at the dozens of lines of formulas you calculated, you will forget where you have calculated.
Late at night, Zhang Yang sat alone in front of the workbench and patiently polished the valve of the shower pipe. The size of the switch must be precise. If there is a leakage problem, it will be a headache. He polished it carefully, staring at the small size of his work.
Ruler frowns for measurement.
Polishing small objects is especially laborious.
It's especially painful for the eyes.
It's all for a better life. It doesn't matter if it's a little hard or a little tiring. It would be nice if there was a vernier caliper.
After torturing my eyes all night, both husband and wife will become myopic sooner or later, so we still have to use our eyes moderately.
I took a hasty bath with cold water and went to sleep.
I was still sleeping, dreaming of living a wonderful retirement life, but I always felt like something was pressing on my face, and it was a little hairy.
The sweet dream was shattered, and when I opened my eyes, I saw the black eyes of the little bear staring at me.
Their eyes met, and they looked at each other without saying anything.
If it could speak human language, Zhang Yang would be sure to strangle the bear to death on the spot.
This little guy was sitting on his neck, with his paws on his mouth. He looked at it with disdain in his arrogant eyes, and then skillfully jumped from the bed to the ground. It even shook, as if shaking off some dirt.
thing.
The sky is still gray and the sun has not fully come out yet.
After making breakfast, Li Yue also got up. She stood outside the house sleepily, brushing her teeth. Then she lit the stove to heat hot water, and then washed her face with the boiled hot water. Her face was flushed.
"What's for breakfast today?"
Li Yue curiously walked to the stove.
"I steamed a few steamed buns, and I still have some pickled radishes at home, so I can finish them right away."
A bowl of porridge, a steamed bun, and a bowl of pickled radish for each person. The couple's breakfast was very simple.
The little bear prefers porridge made from millet to rice. The aroma of millet porridge makes it irresistible.
After tidying up, I went out early under the escort of two aunts.
There are also many people outing outside Chang'an City.
Zhang Yang was sitting in front of the carriage, humming a tune leisurely.
Early April is a good day for outing, and it looks green from a distance.
The carriage moved very slowly, and it was best if it had nothing to do with the surrounding carriages. I thought I could reach the village smoothly, but a very luxurious carriage blocked the way.
In line with the idea that Qiu would never make a mistake, Zhang Yang pulled the reins and asked the horse to change direction.
The other party's carriage also moved and stopped again.
I was just wondering whose carriage it was, when a middle-aged man stepped out of the carriage in front of me. This man was very rugged and had a very wild beard.
Taking another closer look, another person stepped out of the carriage, it was Cheng Chumo.
Looking at the middle-aged man next to Cheng Chumo, they seemed to be cut from the same mold.
Cheng Chumo introduced angrily: "Zhang Yang, this is a certain father."
Zhang Yang got off the carriage and said, "General, I am on my way. I have no enmity with your family, so what do you mean by stopping me like this?"
Cheng Yaojin stared at his eyes as big as copper bells, "What a good boy, how dare you put it on our old Cheng family's account when you go out to buy some clothes."
Zhang Yang sighed: "General, our two families have business dealings, you can record it in my account."
After saying that, seeing Cheng Yaojin looking him up and down, Zhang Yang frowned and looked at Cheng Chumo.
Cheng Yaojin stretched out his hand and patted it. He wanted to weigh it again and try to lift it up to test the weight.
Seeing Cheng Yaojin kicking his knees and patting his back, Zhang Yang couldn't help but ask: "General, are you inspecting the goods? Or do you want to see if I am fat? So you can chop me up and eat me?"
Cheng Yaojin nodded and said pertinently: "I have a very good body, which is about the same as when I was young. It's just a pity..."
Zhang Yang asked in confusion: "What's the pity?"
Cheng Yaojin sighed: "It's a pity that he is a civil servant."
"Your words sound familiar." Zhang Yang cupped his hands and said, "General Yuchi said the same thing back then."
"Hahaha, that's the same thing as the hero Yu Chigong."
"What a hero who sees the same thing." Zhang Yang replied awkwardly.
Another woman walked out of the luxurious carriage. The woman was surprised and said: "What a handsome young man, is this the good brother Chu Mo said?"
Zhang Yang looked at Cheng Chumo again.
Cheng Chumo turned his head and looked as if nothing had happened, and even whistled.
Cheng Yaojin explained: "This is someone's wife."
Zhang Yang saluted again.
The other party's wife got out of the carriage, and Li Yue also walked out.
Mrs. Cheng's wife smiled and said: "Your Highness the Princess."
Cheng Yaojin's family saluted Li Yue.
Mrs. Cheng's wife took Li Yue's hand affectionately and said, "It is said that Chu Mo and our consort have a life-long friendship. Our two families should not become estranged."
Li Yue also greeted him with a smile, "That's what Mrs. Cheng said."
"Chu Mo always said that the Prince Consort is a capable person, but Chu Mo in our family has no ability or alertness, so we all rely on the Prince Consort to take care of us."
Li Yue took Mrs. Cheng's hand and said, "How can you, my husband, have any ability? Before, I failed to do a good job as the Minister of Etiquette and was stripped of my official position by my father. Fortunately, my father took care of me and arranged for a small civil servant in the East Palace."
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Mrs. Cheng added: "Young people will always make mistakes."
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Looking at his side, Zhang Yang was facing Cheng Yaojin, a hero in those troubled times, the famous Cheng Yaojin among the heroes.
"General Cheng, I am rushing to take my wife to the fiefdom."
"Look how well the princess and Madam XX talk and how close they are."
Seeing Cheng Yaojin put a hand on his shoulder, Zhang Yang said in confusion: "The general's hands are calloused, I'm afraid it was not easy in the past."
Cheng Yaojin took back his hand and rubbed the calluses on his tiger's mouth, "These are all left over from when I used to hold a knife to kill people. Do you know how many I have chopped off?"
"I'm a scholar and don't understand this kind of killing. It's insulting to politeness."
As we talk, we have to talk about that year again, and it will be endless. It is best to avoid the topic in time.
Cheng Yaojin looked left and right and sighed again, "What a pity."
With the middle-aged man in front of him holding his shoulder, Zhang Yang really wanted to throw him to the ground with a shoulder throw. He should be able to survive the fall and be unable to get up for a while, and then take his wife away.
…
I was thinking in my mind, but my plan was interrupted by Cheng Yaojin's low words.
"Chu Mo is the eldest son of my old Cheng family. I want him to inherit the family business in the future. You and Chu Mo get along very well. If this kid is not smart, I am worried that he will be bullied and taken advantage of outside."
"The general is overly worried. Although Chu Mo looks stupid and dazed, in fact he is both rough and fine."
"I know exactly what kind of thing my son is."
"What kind of stuff is it?" Zhang Yang asked subconsciously.
Cheng Yaojin blinked and remained silent, then said in a deep voice: "Don't think that I don't know what you are doing outside, and don't think that I will let Chu Mo do anything nonsense. If you really get into any trouble, if you
If you dare to drag Chumo into the water, I will be the first to kill you!"
"What the general taught you is..." Zhang Yang responded quickly.
"besides……"
Cheng Yaojin paused for a moment before speaking, then stopped again with his hands on his hips, as if he had forgotten what he wanted to say.
Then he clapped his hands again, and Cheng Yaojin shouted: "Go back home!"
Cheng Chu was stunned and said, "Ah?"
Cheng Yaojin shouted, "Ah what!"
Cheng Chumo pointed to the Weishui River, "Didn't father just say that he was going to meet Chairman Sun Wuji?"
"Then what's going to happen to the old fox?" Cheng Yaojin pushed Cheng Chumo again, "Go back home."
Cheng Yaojin and his family finally left, and Zhang Yang let out a sigh of relief.
Li Yue asked: "What did the general say to your husband just now?"
Zhang Yang sat back in the carriage and said, "It's nothing. Our people in the Tang Dynasty are strong and fierce. Just now the general wanted to spar with me on a whim."
Li Yue looked surprised, "Signing with your husband?"
"The general felt that fighting against me, a scholar, would lose his authority, so he gave up."
"is that so?"
Li Yue looked suspicious.
The carriage was driving here. Zhang Yang leaned on the carriage and thought. Of course, what Cheng Chumo was doing outside could not be hidden from Cheng Yaojin. Now he still turned a blind eye. This time he was just here to warn, but next time he might really do it.
I made gestures and gestures.
Fortunately, the power in Chu Mo's hands was not strong. At most, he only made small troubles and did no bad things.
Let’s think back carefully about Cheng Yaojin’s words.
You don't understand the truth. If your son gets into trouble, no matter whether it's right or wrong, I will be unlucky anyway?
This Cheng Yaojin is not a good person. If something unexpected happens in the future, this guy will not only clean himself up, but he may even add insult to injury to draw a clear line.
It doesn't matter if you mix well, but if you don't mix well, he will still have to settle the score.
Being arrogant and unreasonable, is this the oppression of powerful people?
I am the one who is oppressed.
The two families had business relations, and it was too late to end their relationship with Cheng Chu at this time. It was really a wrong step, and it was too late to regret it.
Walking along the Weishui River, you can still see many people gathering by the river.
Children were laughing and playing in small groups.
I can’t get enough of the scenery on earth.
Escorted by two aunts, the couple arrived at the village.
Li Yuan and Zhang Gongjin were still playing chess at the entrance of the village, and Li Yue went to greet his wife first.
Glancing at Zhang Yang, Li Yuan said: "We are two old guys playing chess, you kid, don't say anything."
Zhang Yang nodded and said, "I still have things to do, so I'll leave first."
Li Yuan moved his pawn up a step, then stroked his beard and nodded.
There is a warehouse specially used for storing things in the village. All the building materials left over from the past are here. Why bother is guarding a cart of oil, holding a leg of lamb in his hand and gnawing at it, pointing to the cart of oil behind him.
Oil was always packed in wooden barrels. Zhang Yang struggled to move the barrel, smelled it, and observed the color of the oil. It was dark and shiny in the sun.
"They said they couldn't get enough of this stuff out of the fields, so they loaded it into a cart and sent it over." He Bi chewed the mutton, "What do you want with this dirty thing?"
"To make a very cheap and low-cost ink, I will need it for a long time in the future."
"They want you to take it all away, but they won't charge you. At most, you can give others their hard-earned money."
Ask Niu Chuang to bring a large earthen jar, put some firewood and pour oil into it and let it burn.
Why bother watching Zhang Yang's weird movements and covering the jar with a big bamboo basket?
"Brother Niu, be careful of the smoke. Stand far away when it is burning. Wait until it is completely extinguished and the smoke is gone before you walk over."
"clear."
The fire in the earthen jar burned for half an hour before it was extinguished. When I opened the basket, I saw that the bottom was blackened with soot.
Burning petroleum will produce black smoke. This smoke floating on the bamboo basket is a good raw material for ink.
Li Yue and his wife also came over and observed curiously.
Zhang Yang scraped off some black soot, put it in a small bowl and stirred it with water. He dipped some in his pen and drew a few strokes on a rag.
The ink is very thick, very dark and bright, but there are still a lot of impurities in the ink.
"It seems that it still needs to rest for some time before it can be used."
The teacher’s wife praised: “This is a wonderful work, turning things that people have discarded into treasures.”
"There are still many places that need to be improved, and the ink is too thick."
Petroleum smoke already contains oil, so add more water to thin it out and it will become more like a black ink.
Zhang Yang tried it several times with an apron, constantly adjusting the proportions. He was very embarrassed and had ink on his hands and face.
It is getting late and the sun is approaching dusk.
Zhang Yang cursed frantically: "God damn Cheng Yaojin! If you hadn't wasted my time, I could have made the ink before dark!"
This kind of ink cannot solidify and can only be stored in earthen jars. It is treated as a kind of black oil paint. However, the solid state is too poor. As soon as the paper is picked up, the ink written on the paper spreads out and becomes black.
of a group.
"My husband is too pursuing and always wants to do the best in everything." Li Yue looked at the frantic Zhang Yang and said discouraged.
"His ability is not small. If this method can be spread, more people in the world will be able to write."
Li Yue smelled it carefully with her beautiful nose, "It's just that the smell is a bit unpleasant, but the ink has dried up and there is no smell anymore."
Simply throwing away the pen in his hand, Zhang Yang took off his apron in frustration, "I still need a coagulant, otherwise the ink won't be usable."
Li Yue asked curiously: "What is a coagulation aid??"
Zhang Yang sat down tiredly, "A semi-solid fluid that can be solidified or liquid can also be an organic polymer. For example, it is resin. I need a lot of pine tree oil."
"Pine grease?"
Zhang Yang washed his hands with water, "It's the pine oil used to treat scabies."