When Zhao Hao's father and son went home, it was already dark.

When the two got out of the carriage, they saw Zhao Shixi sitting on the big threshold, looking straight ahead.

It looks like it's lost its soul.

"What's going on, New Year's Day?" Zhao Hao kicked him, well, he was still alive.

"I didn't spend it again......" I only heard Zhao Shixi mutter, "And there is one more." ”

Only then did Zhao Hao realize that he was still holding two tickets in his hand.

"Why didn't you spend it?" Zhao Hao asked with a smile.

"The money village is not open...... "Zhao Shixi burst into tears."

"Okay, okay, stop crying." Zhao Shouzheng couldn't see people crying, wiped his face with his sleeve and said: "There is cash in the treasury, and I will give you another hundred and ten taels of flowers, this is all over." ”

"The places where the money is spent are closed...... Zhao Shixi cried even more aggrieved, wailing:

"Grandpa, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to spend it in this life."

"What nonsense is this kid talking about?" Zhao Shouzheng hurriedly patted his head and comforted:

"It's still growing in this life, and there's always a chance to spend it......"

Zhao Hao secretly rolled his eyelids when he heard this, is there such a comforting thing?

Sure enough, instead of getting better, Zhao Shixi threw himself into his uncle's arms and cried.

He shook his head, ignored the broken nephew, and took Zhao Shizhen into the courtyard.

~~

The courtyard was quiet.

Zhao Hao thought that Wuyang had gone out to party with the same year and hadn't come back, but who knew that he habitually probed into the West House, but saw Wuyang lying in front of the desk, focusing on their hard work.

Wang Wuyang and Yu Shenxing were practicing Shiwen, Yu Shensi whispered to Hua Shuyang for questions, and Wang Dingjue held his head and pondered, and he didn't know what problems he was more interested in.

Today is the day of the New Year's Day holiday......

Zhao Hao couldn't help but secretly speak, a scholar is a scholar, seeing that they usually fight and make trouble, they have a wide range of hobbies, as if they are not serious.

Learning is people's biggest hobby.

Zhao Shizhen saw that they were studying behind their backs again, and he couldn't stay when he was scratched by cats in his heart, and whispered: "Uncle, there's nothing else, my nephew is also going to read." ”

"Well...... Zhao Hao nodded and laughed quietly: "It's really something." ”

Zhao Shizhen had no choice but to follow Zhao Hao to the East House again.

Before leaving, he looked at the shadowy reader through the window, and felt like he had lost his wallet......

But the two of them entered the house and went to the kang, and after listening to Zhao Hao's explanation, Zhao Shizhen felt that the lost wallet was back, and he was stuffed with several more hangs of money. Heavy and very satisfying.

Because Zhao Hao wants to design something.

What is the purpose of his study? Isn't it just for the sake of invention?

Zhao Shizhen's eyes widened as he watched his uncle draw on paper with a pencil; I listened to him with my ears stunned, lest I miss a word.

"This thing is made up of three parts. A bottomless cylinder with twelve finger-thick sticks. Then there is a lotus root slice that can be put over a round stick and can be freely entered and exited in the cylinder. Finally, there is a three-foot-long rod connected to the lotus root through a small hole in the cylinder......"

Zhao Hao said as he drew the last stroke: "That's probably it......"

Looking at the ghost drawing symbols on the paper, he was quite ashamed of his kindergarten-level drawing ability.

"Is that so, is it so?"

can't stand Zhao Shizhen's natural ability to understand, not only can he understand, understand, and understand completely, but also redraw a very standard design drawing for him.

"Yes, yes, that's it!" Looking at the familiar honeycomb coal mold on the drawing, Zhao Hao happily patted his eldest nephew's thigh and said, "You are really a fucking genius!" In the future, Lao Tzu's Italian cannon will depend on you to build it! ”

Of course, taking into account the reality of hand-casting, he omitted the sleeve outside the long rod. In this way, although it is a little troublesome to break the briquette, it does not affect the quality of the finished product.

"It's like a cake mold." Zhao Shizhen looked at the drawing and said, "I can make a wooden one first, and ask my uncle to see the effect." ”

"That's what it means." Zhao Hao smiled and nodded. After seeing the Zhuge crossbow and cannon-type fireworks made by Zhao Shizhen, he had no doubt about his eldest nephew's hands-on ability.

~~

Zhao Shizhen worked very quickly, and was busy all night that night.

Early the next morning, he handed over the finished wood mold to his uncle for inspection.

Zhao Hao pulled the wooden handle, and when he saw that it was retracting freely, he couldn't help but be happy: "Good nephew!" ”

Zhao Shizhen smiled shyly.

Wuyang, who was serving on the side, looked at the wood mold curiously, not knowing what it was for.

"If you want to know, come with me to the backyard." Zhao Hao put on his shoes and went to the ground with great interest.

In the back yard, Gao Wu had already asked people to push a cart of pulverized coal to pile up there according to Zhao Hao's instructions.

On the side of pulverized coal, there is a pot of loess, a pot of slaked lime, and a pot of sawdust.

Zhao Hao commanded the guards, dug four pots of pulverized coal with an iron shovel, added water, slaked lime and loess and stirred evenly.

After making these preparations, Zhao Gongzi went into battle in person.

I saw that he dipped the mold cylinder in water, and then detained it in the mixed coal slurry.

After compacting his hands, Zhao Hao lifted the mold and moved to a clean place to put it down.

Then he held the pole on his belly and lifted the cylinder with both hands, and a honeycomb coal the size of a bowl and a large lotus root was made.

"Good!" Wang Wuyang immediately took the lead and applauded loudly.

Zhao Hao threw the mold to Gao Wu and asked him to continue to concoct it in the same way, and then asked Wang Wuyang, "What's good?" ”

"Good-looking......" Wang Wuyang shrunk his neck, in fact, he hadn't figured it out yet, but he couldn't delay cheering for his master.

"Where's the pretty?" Zhao Hao took the handkerchief that was served by too cautious and wiped his hands.

"Look at his round holes, like white lotus roots that overwhelm the mud." Wang Wuyang sneered.

"Your lotus root is black." Zhao Hao glanced at him.

A few junior brothers burst into laughter, which made the senior brother very embarrassed.

But the face of the big disciple still has to be given. Zhao Hao changed his words and said:

"Then in your words, call it 'coal lotus'."

The disciples couldn't help but be envious.

Especially Hua Shuyang and Wang Dingjue, seeing that the last time they named this door, this time it is like this.

I couldn't help but sigh secretly, why didn't you get started earlier and replace us as this senior brother?

Wang Wuyang was even more moved to tears, the master really spoiled himself too much......

He secretly made up his mind that no one would be allowed to wash Master's calf nose robe in the future, and he would wash Master for the rest of his life.

~~

"If you want to come to Master to make this coal lotus, it should be used for burning." Shandong people don't have so many fancy intestines, and the focus of the fifth junior brother is still on the briquette.

"Well, it's not for food." Zhao Hao smiled and nodded.

In the laughter of the senior brothers, the fifth junior brother hurriedly blushed and said, "I mean, it is definitely better to burn it like this than to burn it scattered, but I can't guess what the benefit is." ”

"Then let's take a good look tomorrow morning."

Zhao Hao instructed Gao Wu to mix sawdust into the remaining bit of coal slurry, and then carry the prepared briquettes to the room and bake them on the stove.

So that the briquettes will be able to do it tomorrow morning.

Otherwise, it will dry normally for two or three days, and Zhao Gongzi will not have the patience to wait.

~~

It's still morning at this time, and Zhao Hao is racing against time now, so naturally he can't waste it in vain.

He asked Zhao Shizhen to take the finished mold and go to the blacksmith arranged by the eldest princess......

Because of the Chinese New Year, all the blacksmith shops are not open, so Zhao Hao can only trouble his godmother to arrange it.

When the two of them came to the craftsman's house surnamed Feng under the leadership of Ji Sizheng, they made their intentions clear.

The corners of the other party's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he couldn't help but protest to Ji Sizheng: "Father-in-law, the villain is a silversmith, not a blacksmith who does rough work......"

"That can't be helped, the royal family doesn't open a blacksmith shop, it's the closest to your livelihood." Ji Sizheng smiled kindly and irresistibly:

"You can even make silverware, and this iron is not a problem."

"That's not the same thing, father-in-law......" After all, his arms couldn't reach his thighs, and Silversmith Feng screamed, but he still bowed his head and said, "Let's try it, villain." ”

ps. The third more is delivered, asking for a monthly pass, a recommended ticket ~~~