In the Dongnuan Pavilion of the Qianqing Palace, Chongzhen is discussing this year's tax collection with several elders.

There are two charcoal basins placed in front of and behind the warm pavilion, and the house seems a little depressed, and the cabinet such as Zheng Sanjun and Ni Yuanlu are old, and they are so smoked by the smell of charcoal that they cough a few times from time to time.

"It's on fire!" I don't know who shouted outside the Qianqing Palace.

"Who's making a noise outside?" Chongzhen frowned, Qianqing Palace is the imperial city farming, how can it be on fire in broad daylight.

"Back to Long Live Lord, there is no fire, he is a newcomer to the little yellow door who has never seen the world, and the old slave has already disposed of him." Wang Chengen hurriedly explained.

"So what is the reason for this? How can this official hear that there is still a noise outside? Shoufu Zheng Sanjun said.

"Back to Zheng Ge Lao, it's An Guo Houye, he didn't know where to get a batch of briquettes, and said it was a gift for Long Live Lord......"

Wang Chengen smiled bitterly, he knew the temperament of this An Guohou, in his words, this guy is the alternative among the officials, and the strange among the nobles.

He never spits out ivory in his mouth, and he never plays cards according to common sense.

"Oh? For me? Chongzhen was troubled by the tax, and when he heard that he would give himself a gift in the future, he actually frowned for a while.

"You Aiqing have also stayed in the warm pavilion for a long time, why don't you go out and breathe, just to see what this vertical is upside down?" After Chongzhen finished speaking, he got up first, and several cabinet elders also got up and followed.

"Blow! Blow hard! It's coming! In the open space outside the Qianqing Palace, Liu Hongjian squatted on the ground in a fur coat, holding a burning stick in his hand, indicating several small yellow doors.

The bottom of the two briquette stoves was stuffed with charcoal fires, and thick smoke rose from them, which smoked a handful of snot and tears from the small yellow doors.

"An Guohou, what are you doing here?" This guy is too worry-free, he dares to mess around in my Qianqing Palace, what kind of system has he become?

"Your Majesty, the minister is burning the fire!" Liu Honggradually carried a burning stick in his hand and symbolically saluted Chongzhen.

"Your Majesty, you see, this is a briquette stove developed by the ministers with great effort, with this thing, the emperor and the ministers no longer have to suffer from charcoal fire!" Liu Hong gradually pointed to the briquette on the ground.

Before Chongzhen could reply, Fan Jingwen, a scholar of Wenhua Palace, stepped forward, pinched a piece from the briquette and put it to his nose and sniffed it.

"Your Majesty, this is coal!" Fan Jingwen is in charge of the Ministry of Industry and knows a lot about these minerals, but can coal and stone still be used like this?

After hearing what Fan Jingwen said, several other ministers, including Chongzhen, hurriedly covered their noses, and Wang Chengen hurriedly took a Jinpa and handed it to Chongzhen.

Although the Ming Dynasty was already using coal and stone roughly, because of the large amount of toxic smoke produced when the coal was burned, only some smelting workshops used it in order to reduce costs.

It is precisely because of this drawback that the coal stone has not been widely excavated, and the courtiers and nobles have sneered at this swarthy thing.

"Yes, Your Majesty, this is the coal and stone that the minister transported from Shanxi thousands of miles away, this is not ordinary coal, it is anthracite!

Colleagues don't have to cover their mouths and noses, don't you see that this official is all right? And these little brothers! Liu Hong said with a smile, but the faces of the few little yellow doors that were making a fire were all blackened.

"Your Majesty, look, the briquettes are on fire, and there is no black smoke coming out!" After the briquette was lit, Liu Hong gradually ordered Xiao Huangmen to take out the charcoal below.

Chongzhen covered his mouth and nose and took two steps forward, walked to the briquette stove and looked at it.

"This is your gift to me?" Chongzhen was speechless.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, it's cold outside, let's go to the house and say.

You two bring these two stoves to the official, be careful not to burn them! Liu Hong gradually followed Chongzhen back to the warm pavilion.

"Yes, yes, one at one end of the window, one at the other end of the window! What about the tubes? Take it! ”

Liu Hongjian was both a conductor and a hands-on, and after half an hour of effort, he finally installed two pipes made of ceramics into the sockets left on the sides of the two briquette stoves, and at the other end, he directly dug two holes in the paper of the window of the warm pavilion.

poked the pipe outside, and Wang Chengen felt distressed for a while, it was all good window paper!

Chongzhen didn't say anything, and several uncles in the cabinet didn't know whether to reprimand or not, in their opinion, this An Guohou was too unspeakable today.

"That's it! You two can go down.

Oh yes, get rid of these two charcoal basins! Liu Hong gradually washed his hands in the basin handed over by Xiaohuangmen and wiped them.

"Does the emperor feel warm?" Liu Hong gradually tossed for a long time, but his heart was quite warm.

"Hmph, Shaft, have you been doing this for the past few days?" Chongzhen did not answer Liu Hongji, but asked.

He had high hopes for the kid in front of him, and even handed over the Jingying that was related to the safety of the capital to him, but what was the result?

This guy is not doing his job to this point! Although it is true that the room is much warmer than before, this is not reasonable!

"Your Majesty, the old minister feels that this warm pavilion is indeed much warmer than before! Moreover, Lao Chen's cough and asthma have been sick for many years, and he reacts very sensitively when he smells the smell of charcoal, which removes the brazier, and Lao Chen obviously doesn't feel much cough! ”

Zheng Sanjun is a real person, and he really thinks that the stove in front of him may be a good thing.

"Even so, it's nonsense! Look at you, as a nobleman of the imperial court, a member of the first class, the person who wears it is not a ghost or a ghost, what does it look like! ”

Chongzhen angrily took off Liu Hongji's fox fur mink hat.

"Hehe, the emperor is jealous, this is the minister's beloved wife made it for the minister herself, but it is much warmer than those brocade and silk!" Liu Hong gradually knew that Chongzhen was not really angry, so he snatched the hat from Chongzhen's hand and put it on the table.

"Master Hou, is this really something you developed?" Maybe Zheng Sanjun just thinks it's a good thing, but Fan Jingwen, who is the secretary of the Ministry of Industry, is much more knowledgeable than Zheng Sanjun.

This thing is not only extremely powerful, but also does not produce thick smoke, sitting next to this stove, where can he still feel half a chill, he feels that once this thing is known by the nobles in the capital, it will inevitably become a bestseller.

"Yes, Master Fan, this stove can not only bake fire, but also put a teapot on it, drink some hot tea when it's okay, and of course cook it.

Moreover, coal is more resistant to burning than charcoal fire, so it saves the trouble of always replacing it.

Ben Hou racked his brains and lost a lot of hair before he and his craftsmen developed this thing together.

The capital is cold, and the palace is not warm, the emperor has every opportunity to work hard for our Daming, so I will send it to the emperor as soon as I get it out, and I am also afraid that the emperor will freeze! ”

Liu Hong gradually spoke half-truths and half-truths, feeling aggrieved by the emperor's words that he didn't know the hearts of good people.

"Flim Flam!" Although Chongzhen said so, his heart was indeed hot, he was tired, and the courtiers knew that he was tired.

But only the vertical man in front of him not only knew that he was tired, but also brought him a stove.

"What kind of ordnance did you develop?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, those craftsman boys are very capable!" What Liu Hongjian said was in his heart, the craftsmen of the armory institute are really tired these days.

"Wang Daban'er."

"The old slave is here!" Wang Chengen didn't know what Long Live Lord was going to do, but this was already his subconscious action.

"Reward! The craftsman who developed this furnace was rewarded with three hundred taels of silver, and each craftsman of the armory was given a set of cotton clothes! ”