Zhao Gonglian knows very well that the second lady is talented in chemistry, but the most fundamental motivation for indulging in chemistry is to prove her worth and hope to gain her husband's attention.

He also knows that what supports the spirit of Xiaodou Sprouts is his mother's special care and pity for her, and his younger brother Zhao Yue's appreciation for her and spares no effort to support and maintain it.

Thinking of his younger brother, the corners of Zhao Gonglian's mouth showed a smile.

This younger brother is really a strange man, in his younger brother's heart, power and wealth are not worth mentioning, only science is supreme. Scientific talent is the most important. The three sisters-in-law have their own characteristics and are all outstanding, but only the little bean sprouts are the most important person in Zhao Yue's heart.

In any case, the happiness of the little bean sprouts is in him Zhao Gonglian, and he needs more care as a husband.

He was deeply influenced by his grandmother, attached great importance to the harmony and warmth of the family, and tried his best to be considerate of the little bean sprouts.

has been persevering and working hard, and Xiao Bean Sprouts has married him and lived happily and satisfactorily over the years. It's just that the inferiority complex is only afraid that it will be difficult to eliminate.

No way. This is the reality of society.

When people live in society, they naturally have to bear the influence of secular ideas such as social hierarchy and origin.

In this world, perhaps only the younger brother can ignore the world's prejudices, dare to challenge prejudices, and have the ability to break them.

The wind outside was biting, but the inside was warm and comfortable.

Zhao Gonglian smiled and looked at his son who slept sweetly and presumptuously, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Xiao Bean Sprouts is too docile and honest, but he is very naughty and mischievous when he gives birth to a son. According to the younger brother, the little guy seems to be very good at mathematics despite his small size. Extremely gifted in science.

It is clear that among the four nephews. This little guy is the most worthy of an uncle......

Children have their own talents, strengths and futures. Not all political players and careerists are ideal.

Otherwise, no matter how perfect the inheritance system is, it will inevitably cause trouble......

Zhao Gonglian thought silently in the deliberately dimmed light, baked by the warmth of the fire pit, and the fatigue of half a month of hard work and running outside slowly came up, and he sat down and fell asleep unconsciously in the irrepressible sleepiness.

Running ten miles on the treadmill in the house is different from running ten miles in the wilderness, the latter is undoubtedly more tiring and exercised.

Although Zhao Gonglian attaches great importance to exercise, is physically strong and has good physical strength, he does it at home. This trip against the wind and snow, hard work, tossed Zhao Gonglian enough, and didn't come back until yesterday, and his body was obviously far from being tired.

The third watch has passed, the new year and the new day have arrived, and the Hou Mansion has fallen silent, except for the howling wind, there is only the sound of Hulu sleeping everywhere.

Suddenly. In the small bamboo forest of the Hou Mansion, a large patch of snow was shaking, and after a while, the snow was gently moved by a force below by nearly a foot, and the frozen hard ground revealed a hole.

A hooded head, with only its eyes exposed, slowly poked out halfway through the hole. His eyes were as delicate as a wolf, vigilant and cautious, and although the night was moonless, it was dark everywhere, and he still glanced around. And listened attentively for a while, confirming that there was indeed no one in the Hou Mansion to patrol the night as he had inquired in advance. Only then did he and the other person work together to remove all the heavy bluestone slabs that were nearly a foot thick, and a large hole that could almost merge into two big men appeared in the bamboo forest snow.

The one who first inquired threw himself in. Jumping lightly onto the ground, the other man followed. The two Han men guarded the surroundings and guarded the entrance of the cave.

Then, one after another, men drilled out of the hole, and there were as many as 200 people in front and back, and all of them were masked and had sharp blades, and many of them carried the same thing in two wine jars the size of their heads.

The group of unidentified strangers left twenty people lying in the bamboo forest to guard the retreat at the entrance of the cave. The others were either a dozen or a dozen people, or threes and twos and threes, with the help of the faint light of the fire folds, quickly dispersed from the bamboo forest, and soon disappeared into the night, obviously all of them were characters who were accustomed to walking at night.

The howling wind and the darkness of the night perfectly disguised the movement and whereabouts of the group.

The Hou Mansion was still silent.

The group scrept cautiously and slowly, carefully searching for their respective targets. Among them, there were more than 20 people, although they were in a group of threes, threes, twos, and twos, but they all rushed to the main house of the Hou Mansion with weapons. A little behind are the dozens of men carrying pots and jars.

Seeing that this group of people rushed to the house in the area of Zhao Gonglian's bedroom, suddenly there was a dense bowstring sound from the doors and windows of the main house and the east and west side rooms of this house, accompanied by a dense swishing sound of breaking through the air.

Although the first 20 or so people were on high alert, they were still shot down in an instant, and the rest of the people who were not injured were all people with strong protection, strong martial arts, and agile skills.

The man who carried dozens of cans in the back was weak, and his casualties were even worse under the intensive blows. Dozens of cans fell to the ground, but because of the thick snow on the ground tonight, the impact was reduced, and the cans did not break much, and what flowed out was not wine but a black-yellow slightly viscous liquid. This is the oil that has been primitively refined, which is easier to ignite.

A pungent smell peculiar to oil spreads to all parts of the country in an instant.

The guard Chang Tong, who was guarding the outhouse of the Hou Ye's bedroom, just smelled the strange smell, and his calm and confident expression couldn't help but instantly turn into horror, and shouted: "Brothers, shoot the person who carries the can. These dog thieves are carrying oil, in a vain attempt to set fire to the Hou Mansion and take advantage of the chaos. ”

More than ten years ago, he had seen Zhao Yue commanding his cronies and servants to refine pure, lighter and more easily burning gasoline from oil, and he was too impressed by the terrifying power of the incendiary bombs made by Zhao Yue with light oil, and he would never forget the unique smell of oil.

In addition, the Qingzhou army also had oil, which was used to burn the enemy's siege ladder ballistae when defending the city, etc., Tong Gang was more familiar with it, and he could judge it as soon as he smelled it at this time.

After shouting, he couldn't help but blame himself a little.

The second master had reminded in advance and sternly ordered to be on strict guard, but he still took it seriously but was still arrogant and underestimated the enemy, I really don't know how this gang of gangsters can avoid the strict patrol in the city and sneak into the Hou Mansion quietly, and I didn't take into account that the enemy would attack with fire.

The wind is so strong tonight that if the fire is ignited and the oil is strengthened, the flames will surely rise to the sky and spread everywhere......

The consequences are unimaginable. Tong Gang broke out in a cold sweat, and drank the crossbow arrows to fire more urgently, striving to shoot them all quickly.

The gangsters who carried the cans were further damaged by the more intensive blows, but none of the survivors were afraid of death and retreated. The brains helped the corpse of his companion to cover it, gritted his teeth and threw the jar towards the main house with all his might. Crazy, desperate to run to the main house in the rain of arrows.

In a burst of crackling, at least seven or eight canisters of oil were spilled on the houses first.

A few frantically and desperately threw themselves in front of the house with arrows and smashed the jars, struggling to blow up the fire and light it on the oil.

The flames slowly ignited, and in an instant, they expanded and began to burn violently. (To be continued.) )