"This is a chimney. In fact, it is similar to the structure of a stove in a kitchen. If the prince can make a stove, then coal can be widely used among the people. Not only among the people, we can also use it.
It kills two birds with one stone, it can be used for heating and cooking and boiling water. We can make those cinders into briquettes, so we need a briquette stove, which looks like this." Luo Jingyao started painting again.
King An looked at the honeycomb briquette stove, which had the same structure as the one he drew before. He turned to another picture drawn by the little girl. On this picture, there was a flat cylindrical thing with holes all over it. Could it be that this
Just call it briquettes?
"Your Majesty, this thing can be made. It will not only benefit the people and the country, but we can also make money. Doesn't no one like coal? Only those who can't make a living will spend a few cents to buy coal for use, right? We can
Do you want to take this coal mine into your own hands?" With coal and stoves, why don't we worry about not being able to make money?
King An looked at Luo Jingyao intently for a while: "If it is done, I won't give you any profit. This is your own merit."
"No, since I have drawn it, I will give it to you. As for the fire kang, you can hand it over to the court, or you can keep it until we go to the fiefdom and then implement it." Anyway, the weather is cold now, so we can't make a kang.
Instead of giving them to the emperor to make him fear them, it is better to keep them for yourself and make achievements to win over the courtiers and people.
As soon as Luo Jingyao finished speaking, Prince An's eyes instantly darkened.
"Your Majesty, if there is anything unclear, I can only clear it up if you bring it up." Luo Jingyao naturally knew what Prince An's look meant. She didn't show any signs of escaping, but smiled calmly.
She would not trust her family's safety in anyone's hands. Only in her own hands could she feel at ease.
Moreover, the emperor's tolerance limit for several major aristocratic families and the Wuhou family is getting smaller and smaller. Even if he is no longer willing to delegate power, when he lets his son succeed to the throne, I am afraid that he will show no mercy to the aristocratic families and would rather die together.
It will solve the so-called troubles of the royal family for the prince.
As for Beixuan's hard work and meritorious service, I'm afraid it was the determination of the emperor to urge him to take action.
Therefore, her meaning is very obvious, she hopes that King An can sit in that position.
It was not easy to have a disability in the past, but now that the body has recovered, even if she leaves the capital to go to the fiefdom, she thinks it is a good time to replenish her troops.
She is not greedy for power, but that doesn't mean she can put the life and death of herself and her family in the hands of others and remain indifferent.
"Your Majesty, do you think it's feasible?" She didn't want hot weapons to appear here, but if Prince An didn't want to be in power and just wanted to be an idle prince, or an idle prince that the superiors were worried about, then she could only prepare for herself and her family.
After all, she didn't want to be beaten passively.
Her father and brother are already worthy of the superiors of Beixuan and the people of Beixuan.
"Put it on the agenda after spring." Even if he takes it out now, there is really nothing he can do in the cold weather. Of course, a stove can be used.
"Leave the stove to someone you can trust. We won't get involved for the time being. The prince should find a way to take the coal mine into his own hands. The sooner the better, even if it can't be done openly." Once the stove comes out, the price of coal will definitely increase.
, whoever holds the coal mine will definitely make a fortune.
"Who owns the coal mine?" Luo Jingyao asked.
"The Imperial Court." All registered minerals are in the hands of the Imperial Court.
Naturally, there are some that are not registered, and those are also in the hands of aristocratic families and are intricately linked.
"Keep this one until the right opportunity comes, and then sell it." A portable briquette stove like that is particularly suitable for the grasslands, where they can earn money from their horses, cattle, and sheep.
And Luo Jingyao was very happy with Wang An's performance just now.
This shows how failed the emperor was.
"good."
"It's New Year's Eve soon." After the matter was settled, Luo Jingyao's laziness came to mind again, and she lazily prepared to go there. Thick and warm blankets were spread on the ground, and charcoal was burning at hand.
The copper stove is surrounded by young people who are pleasing to the eye.
Prince An, who returned to his mansion, would not leave the scars of disguise on his face anymore. He knew that she liked everything with good colors.
Mr. Ruyu has a tall and straight figure, and his gentle blue robe covers the armchair.
Seeing the little girl's laziness, he slowly stepped forward, knelt down on one knee, stretched out his hands, and hugged her directly. He stood up and carried her into the inner room.
Because the little girl was afraid of getting cold, every corner of the Chaomu Hall was covered with thick blankets. It was soft and warm when you stepped on it, and your entire feet could be sunk deep into it.
Yubazi was stuffed on the bed, warm and cozy.
Not far from the bed is another copper stove.
"Do you want to accompany me?" Luo Jingyao played with a strand of black hair and wrapped it around her fingers. The ultimate collision of black and white made An Wang's Adam's apple roll.
"You're still young." That's what he said, but that face that was both good and evil, like a fairy or a demon, was facing her.
He clearly saw the amazement in her eyes, and a smile flashed across her eyes.
"What are you thinking about? It's just a bed warmer."
"You are braver than anyone else." No one dared to ask him to warm the bed.
"Born, does the prince have any objections?" Luo Jingyao smiled, her little paws ready to move, the smooth black hair in her hands could no longer satisfy her gaze, and she stared closely at her face.
She just likes good-looking people, and Wang An is good-looking.
"No." I have never had any other opinions about her.
As he said that, he hugged her with one hand and turned over on the bed. Feeling the heat inside, he did not put her down, but let her crawl on his chest.
Even when he was lying on his stomach, his little face was delicate and beautiful, and the obsession in his eyes made him feel happy.
"Do you want a kiss?" A low-voltage magnetic voice gently sounded in Luo Jingyao's ears.
Luo Jingyao's eyes lit up: "Is it okay?"
"is yours."
Luo Jingyao piously pouted her red lips and landed on his eyebrows. It was so beautiful that she just wanted to keep it and not let him get a trace of dust.
Wang An's eyelashes flashed, and there was a touch of red in his eyes, but then he returned to his original state. His long, slender hands held her thin waist with a little force, but he did not dare to use force, for fear of disturbing her or for fear that she would panic and run away.
He is slowly weaving a fine network, which will inevitably make her only focus on herself.
His long fingers gently rubbed the thin fabric, feeling the warmth and softness underneath the fabric.
"You are so beautiful." Apart from beautiful, she didn't know what words to use to express it directly.
"My pleasure." He used to hate people talking about his appearance, but now he is proud of it.
An Wang turned sideways slightly, put the person on the bed, stretched out his arms, and placed them on Luo Jingyao's neck. He turned sideways and placed one hand naturally on her slender waist. His nose was filled with the warm fragrance.
