Section 322 You think your brother is just clearing the inventory

In the future, will you still do it?

Han An thought for a while: "Brother Jiang said, look at the salt production of Yinan City. There is also a kind of hemp found in Yinan City that is different from ours, wild. Ramie grows all over the mountains on shady slopes. It is distinguished from the hemp of the two branches, namely: short rough hairs on the stem and petiole that are attached or nearly obsessed; The leaves are densely pubescent when young, and sparse when old, without snow-white felt hairs. ”

Shopkeeper Lin asked, "Then, is it still hemp?" ”

"Yes, a pharmacist tried it, and this thing is good. Needless to say, hemp skin, the clothing is of the highest quality. Hemp bones can be used to make paper, and I was surprised to find that it can make wine. ”

"Is it much?"

"Many, very much, and has tried to open up the wasteland to plant hemp, now only the wild is enough for Yanzhou to be used up for ten years, unless Yanzhou can build the hydraulic loom that Shaojun said, otherwise according to me, there is no need to plant at all, and the wild one can't be cut."

Shopkeeper Lin understood, once the output of salt and hemp was too large, Han Jiang would definitely do this kind of thing again.

But what about the reasons.

Han An had already thought of a reason: "Let's celebrate the birthday of the lord, after all, it is the young monarch who came to the Han family, and the first year of the lord's birthday, how can he come to the feast for five days." ”

"Yes." Shopkeeper Lin said in his heart that this time he should prepare in advance, so as not to really busy and tired people this time. And it's full of errors.

Han Jiang has already arrived in front of the Qian Mansion.

Dozens of cousins of Qian Xinyao of the Qian family blocked the door, some carrying wine jars, some holding knives, some carrying bows, and most of them holding paper and pencils.

According to the etiquette of the Song Dynasty, Han Jiang should call his friends to go up with him at this time.

Whether it is a Wen block door or a Wu block door, this must always be higher than the other, and then you can pass this level.

Today is a spectacle.

Put the onlookers in the past to watch the excitement, at this time it must be a group of people standing on each side.

But right now, there is a group of people in front of the Qian Mansion, and Han Jiang is alone here.

Because Han Jiang has no friends.

The Han family does not have enough identity with the same generation.

Peers, Han Tongqing is fifty years old. At the same age, Han Zhao is Han Jiang's grandchild, and this will already be in Yangzhou, as Jiawang's servant to accompany Jiawang to sort out the 36 series of books.

The rest of the branch houses are not eligible.

Qian Yanlang, the grandson of Qian Hongxuan's younger brother, in terms of the generation of the family, he is Qian Xinyao's cousin, if Qian Haohuan does not marry a wife and does not give birth to a son, he is the future young monarch of the Qian family.

However, the Qian family does not fight for this.

The Qian family is fighting for academics, character, and talent.

On the contrary, Shaojun is a responsibility and a responsibility.

Qian Yanlang stood up and waved his hand to signal everyone not to coax: "Brother-in-law, we won't embarrass you today, and don't let you pass the nine levels, just the three levels." First, you convince everyone present with your scholarship, even if you name a medicinal herb or ore that no one has ever seen, any knowledge, except arithmetic. ”

After Qian Yanlang finished speaking, he shouted at the onlookers: "You say, it's okay." ”

Someone shouted, "We can't read." ”

Qian Yanlang laughed heartily: "Then it depends on whether today's groom official can convince illiterate people." ”

Han Jiang stretched out his hand and touched his chin, and said that he was not embarrassed by himself, this question is really evil, and it is a knowledge that can convince illiterate people.

Then, it should be easy to understand.

Astronomy, Geography, Oceanography, Accounting, Economics......

Han Jiang thought as he looked around.

Pregnant.

Han Jiang clapped his hands lightly: "What's so difficult about this." ”

Han Jiang motioned for someone to take a stool: "Ladies and gentlemen, let me ask." A silver ball weighing ten taels and a silver ball weighing one or two fell from the same height, and the one landed first. ”

Wow!

Countless people began to quarrel.

Some people say that the heavier one is heavier, and it must land first.

Some people say that if one or two are small, they will definitely land first.

Han Jiang looked back at Qian Yanlang, and Qian Yanlang said, "Naturally, it is ten taels that land first." ”

Han Jiang said loudly: "I said, let's fall together." There was a big tree over there, and I observed that there was a branch that was almost two feet above the ground, and that person who was good at martial arts could try it for everyone. ”

"I'm coming!" At that moment, a strong man with a height of two meters stood up.

Why did Han Jiang choose the silver ball.

Because he doesn't have an iron ball, and the Han family's silver likes to be melted into a ball to distinguish the thin waist silver of the official silver.

Needless to say, it was clear that one was a silver ball that could barely be held with a fist, and the other was a silver ball that could be pinched with a finger.

When the strong man went up the tree with the help of several people, Qian Yanlang asked: "Brother-in-law, you really fell together." ”

"Well, that's a definition of physics, it's called ...... Champ's free fall test. ”

Han Jiang originally wanted to talk about Han Jiang's freefall experiment, but after thinking about it, he hung this credit on the teacher before he crossed over, and Han Jiang was unwilling to rob the academic of Chinese celebrities, but Han Jiang didn't care about the rest.

This is the classic double standard.

There was no need to look at it at all, Han Jiang didn't go to see the experiment from beginning to end.

The experiment was carried out three times, and the warrior's hand was very steady, and he definitely let go at the same time.

The first time was on the ground.

The second time was to shed two pieces of paper.

The third time is a bucket.

The endings all fall at the same time, because the sound of falling water is the same.

"Jian Anbo is very knowledgeable!" The onlookers began to shout.

Someone else shouted, "One more, one more, one more." ”

Han Jiang looked at Qian Yanlang.

Qian Yanlang smiled, today is a big wedding, and he didn't mean to embarrass Han Jiang, so he said at the moment: "Okay, then let's do it again, and then you can't use this way in the last level." I want the bridegroom to write a poem for his sister, and you say, "How?" ”

"Okay, okay."

Han Jiang thought for a moment and said, "A hot iron plate, and a red-hot iron plate, drip a drop of water at the same time, and that water will disappear first?" ”

This time, Han Jiang didn't pretend, and a blacksmith stood up: "Although we haven't read a book, we've seen it, the red-hot iron plate drips with water, and the water rolls on the iron plate." And the hot one is a puddle, and soon there is no water. ”

Han Jiang arched his hand, signaled that the other party was right, and began to continue thinking.

What other popular, popular knowledge can make you pass?

The iron plate and water evaporated just now, some blacksmiths have seen it, so we must not despise or underestimate the wisdom of the craftsmen of the Great Song Dynasty.

After thinking about it, Han Jiang decided to use deception.

"Well, I'm going to tell you about some classic tricks. I guarantee that the people of our entire Lin'an Mansion can make fried ghosts, bloody handprints, burning cotton threads constantly, burning ghosts in their hands, and so on. These tricks of pretending to be gods and ghosts can't stand up to Benber's play. ”

As soon as Han Jiang said this, the people who ate melons instantly fell silent.

Deep-fried ghosts are a magic technique that has only emerged in recent years, and a certain monk in Xishan on the west side of West Lake in Hangzhou has also performed it himself.