When Jia Lian saw the actual briquettes and experimented with them himself, and the results were exactly as Jia Cong said, he was so excited that he could not control himself.
Wealth, amazing wealth!
He is not stupid, and he is quite optimistic about the prospect of briquettes.
With a population of one million in the capital, all fuel is needed to heat water and cook. The surrounding firewood and fodder have been almost burned, and briquettes are a perfect substitute for increasingly expensive firewood.
"Don't worry, third brother, bring me the list of your younger brothers who are capable of participating in the imperial examination. Brother, I will naturally do everything well!"
After finally suppressing the heat in his heart, Jia Lian patted his chest and promised.
"Then I'll wait for the good news from Brother Lian!"
Jia Cong chuckled, "If you don't see a rabbit, you won't let go of the hawk."
Briquettes are definitely not something very technical, but they are definitely not something that can be easily imitated just by looking at the finished product.
If Jia Lian dares to play tricks, he won't be polite and just disclose the method of making briquettes directly.
When the time comes, the one who feels most distressed will definitely be Chain Two.
Watching Jia Lian leave with high spirits, Jia Cong couldn't help but smile.
I didn't expect things to go so smoothly. If I had known it earlier, I wouldn't have had to put so much thought into it. I even made several plans for A, B, and C.
In other words, if someone like him racks his brains for his younger brother's qualifications for the imperial examination, if he tells it, outsiders will definitely laugh.
It is obviously a good thing for the clan, but he cannot be exposed publicly, otherwise Jia Yun and his party may not have a chance to enter the examination room.
As for whether Jia Lian will be a good person or not, Jia Cong is not worried at all.
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The General's Mansion was as normal as ever, and there were no twists and turns due to the private transactions between Jia Lian and Jia Cong.
Just do whatever you want, neither the old man above nor the maid below noticed anything strange.
Of course, there are still some changes.
Although the eldest wife, Mrs. Xing, is still stingy and stingy, she rarely seeks trouble from the subordinates of the general's palace. Even the performance of the old lady in Rongqingtang has improved greatly, which is surprising.
There's really nothing surprising about it, it's just that I don't panic when I have money.
In the past, Mrs. Xing felt that she had to rely on the government for everything, so naturally she couldn't stand upright in front of the old lady and the second wife.
The situation is different now. Although the flower dew business has not made much profit anymore, the profit in more than a year is not as exaggerated as Jia Lian, but it still makes tens of thousands of taels of silver.
With tens of thousands of taels of silver as a backing, Mrs. Xing naturally had a little more confidence.
In addition, my mind was focused on the flower dew business, so I was too lazy to mess around with it, which made the old lady and the second wife feel that something was missing.
What is missing?
Without a target to attack the equipment ratio, you will feel a little uncomfortable for a while.
Mrs. Xing didn't have the time to pay attention to this. Like Jia Lian, she wanted to find other ways to make money and didn't have much time to pay attention to the overt and secret fighting in the house.
In addition, the thing that the maids and wives talk about the most in Dafang is that Mr. Cong is getting closer and closer to being a "rice bucket".
He was too embarrassed to stop his chopsticks after finishing three or five bowls of the meal, and Mrs. Xing's portion was barely enough for him to eat alone.
Jia Cong was a little helpless. Compared with when he was eight years old, his height at this time has increased by almost ten centimeters. It is estimated that his overall height is definitely more than 1.5 meters.
You grew so tall at such a young age, didn’t you get it all from food?
If he didn't have enough nutrition, I'm afraid he would have become as thin as a bamboo pole.
In other words, the food in Rongguo Mansion is heavy on oil and salt, otherwise three or five bowls per meal may not be enough.
Of course, he was also surprised by how powerful the method of breathing and transporting qi and blood was. Not only was he able to digest so much food without leaving any sequelae.
He was tall and strong at this time. No matter who saw him, they would only think that he was in good health and that he had absolutely no problems like obesity.
Although he did not deliberately practice his boxing skills, he secretly observed the guard training in the outer courtyard and was confident that he would be invincible in a single fight.
Everything is normal at the General's Mansion, and nothing happened at the Jia Clan Academy.
Since scaring Xue Pan, the classroom discipline that might have collapsed because of this guy has returned to normal.
I don’t know if he was really frightened, but Xue Pan went to and from school honestly. During this period, he didn’t hang out with any impure Jia clan members, and he didn’t become a big fool in the Dream of Red Mansions.
This guy had no intention of going to school. When he arrived at the clan school, all he had in his hands were story books and novels. In short, he didn't dare to bother with it too much, which would affect his classmates' self-study.
Even Jia Cong didn't expect that this guy was quite obsessed with the story books he wrote. He would always make insinuations about when new story books would be released, and sometimes he would talk to his subordinates about the plot of the story books for most of the day.
fair enough!
At least Xue Pan did not become a big fool and a big joke in the eyes of the Jia clan, nor did he fall completely into depravity with a group of prodigal sons. Even if he was not capable of shouldering the heavy responsibility of the Xue family's re-emergence, at least he would not end up with the tragic ending of his body being dismembered.
I don’t see it, this year, the Xue family’s etiquette during the festivals is not bad at all, and it is obviously his contribution to restraining Xue Pan.
Otherwise, Aunt Xue and Xue Baochai are not fuel-efficient lamps, how could they take a mere concubine in Dafang seriously?
There are some things that don’t need to be explained too clearly, and everything can be said without saying anything.
Of course, there have actually been some troubles in Ethnology in the past year.
And those days happened to be the days when Jia Baoyu, the phoenix egg in the family, was reluctant to go to clan school. It was a big joke.
I don’t know if he was stimulated by Jia Cong, but Jia Baoyu, the Phoenix Egg, spent a few days in the clan school, causing some troubles and jokes.
The boys in the clan school are also very clever, and they all want to be the second master Bao, not to mention that they will have no worries about food and clothing after they become successful.
With Jia Cong in charge, even if he only showed his face, it would be enough to scare some fellow students from studying the novel and not dare to mess around like in the original version of Red Mansions.
However, those guys like Lian Lian Ai Ai still appear in the clan school, but they are not as girly as the original.
Phoenix Dan is definitely a face-controller, and he has somehow become friends with these guys. Every time he sees a group of effeminate guys appearing in the clan school, Jia Cong feels helpless.
Fortunately, Jia Baoyu is not a quiet person. Apparently he didn't like the environment of the ethnology school very much. After hanging around for a few days, he complained that he was ill.
There were rumors in the house that Mr. Bao was playing tricks and wallowing in the Rongqing Hall, and it was hard to get the old lady to agree. This way, the clan school lost an unstable factor, preventing unexpected changes.
But that's it. Before and after Jia Baoyu went to ancestral school in Phoenix Egg, Jia Cong was keenly aware of the scrutinizing attitude of the bigwigs in the mansion. It may be that he was confused by the mythical story books such as "Calabash Baby". This kind of scrutinization with a little maliciousness, and