Chapter 50

The Chinese New Year's Eve in Changxing Town is not as lively as Xianyang, let alone after nightfall, everyone is nestled at home to bake the stove, some of the poorer ones have even slept, Zhao Qi guessed that the children who are not suitable for winter should hide in their mother's arms and shiver.

Zhao Mansion is the only brightly lit place in Changxing Town, the old lady is pacing in the lobby in a leather jacket, from time to time under the support of the maid to go out to look, the younger son went to the palace early in the morning, and has not come back at this time, so that the old lady is a little restless.

Zhao Qi had already sent Hong Sanbao home to report, and of course the old lady also listened to his report, but this person didn't arrive, and he was always so anxious that he couldn't calm down.

The old lady didn't rest, and the rest of the Zhao Mansion naturally couldn't sleep, Hong Sanbao leaned on the door frame and took a nap, Bai Zhongduan sat in the study reading a book, Xiao Ling'er squatted at the door of the mansion, playing with her little hands and waiting for Zhao Qi to come back, and the two servants on both sides waited carefully, for fear that this little aunt and grandmother would sneak out on a snowy day.

When Zhao Qi came back, it was almost ugly, Xiao Ling'er saw his brother's carriage from afar, and before the two servants could react, he jumped up from the ground excitedly, opened his arms and shouted and rushed forward, and it was too late for the servants to wake up.

The carriage ran very fast, it was easy to slip on the snow, and it was about to hit Xiao Ling'er, but fortunately, Hong Sanbao appeared in time, and one rolled over and rolled around with Xiao Ling'er, and then passed by the horse who was driving.

The carriage finally stopped safely at the gate of Zhao's mansion, Zhao Qi witnessed all this, and immediately jumped off the carriage after the carriage stopped, walked to the grinning Hong Sanbao, dragged Xiao Ling'er to his eyes, looked left and right to make sure that there was no problem, and then sighed, touched her head and said dotingly: "You can't be so reckless in the future, what if something happens?"

As for Hong Sanbao, who was lying on the ground humming, he naturally kicked his feet indifferently and said: "Okay, okay, stop humming, go back and reward you with two nails."

He knew that this guy had rough skin and thick flesh and didn't hurt if he fell, which was a show of merit to him.

Sure enough, as soon as he heard that there was a reward, Hong Sanbao immediately stopped humming, got up, touched the back of his head and smirked, and said cheaply: "I thanked the little master first."

The old grandmother arrived at the door, and when she heard Xiao Ling'er shouting, she knew that Zhao was up, and she only came out at this time because of her inflexible hands and feet, Bai Zhong supported the old lady, followed by a large group of servants and maids, needless to say, except for the group of people in the Zhao Mansion who were still building mansions, the others were here.

"Qi'er has seen A-Niang, A-Niang has been waiting for a long time." Zhao Qi knelt down on one knee and bowed, Mrs. Wei is actually not old, but she has suffered too much over the years, resulting in frailty and sickness, which makes her look like an old man, although she can recover after some time, the root of the disease accumulated over the years is difficult to cure, which makes Zhao Qi inevitably a little sad.

The old lady leaned over and helped Zhao Qi up from the ground, kept stroking his cheeks, and said one after another: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back......" The more she looked at this child, the more she liked it, but it was a pity that it was not her own, but after thinking about it, she was relieved, anyway, now the child also treats her as her own mother, what does it matter if she is biological or not? It's just a pity that my two children are not as capable as Qi'er.

After a few words of greeting with my brothers and sisters, I entered the house, and the old lady was weak and not suitable for staying outside for too long on a snowy day.

The family went to the restaurant, Daqin originally did not have this room, and the big guys either ate in their own room, or ate together in the lobby, like Zhao Mansion, which was the first to eat around a large round table in a special room.

Lu Hui also followed to the Zhao Mansion, and she didn't say anything when she left, but she should have known, after all, so many servants saw it when she went out.

The layout of Lü Buwei's restaurant was completely copied from the scale of the Zhao Mansion, and as for the stove, the Zhao Mansion had already installed it, otherwise Zhao Qi would not have confidently run to Lü Buwei's boastful talk.

The craftsmen that Zhao Qi brought from Xianyang are very powerful, and they have become the mainstay of the construction of Zhao Mansion, their learning and understanding ability is very strong, many things Zhao Qi does not need to explain in detail, just draw a drawing and say the approximate use, they can make it for you, even better than imagined.

Just like the stove next to this table, it is a living example, at first Zhao Qi was worried that he would not be able to make a hole in the bronze to make a cigarette tube, so he was despised by the four craftsmen together, and as a result, they beat the bronze into a thin plate and rolled it into a cigarette tube.

The four craftsmen also said that this was borrowed from the paper invented by the young master, and since the paper could be rolled into barrels, why couldn't the bronze iron sheet? Zhao Qi didn't expect this, his face was so hot that he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into. The dignified Xianyang young talents are no better than a few craftsmen who don't know big words, and they can't laugh off their big teeth when they say it?

The stove will soon be popularized in Daqin, Zhao Qi is of course not satisfied with simply relying on the stove for heating, he has as early as when the Zhao Mansion was built, he specially ordered that the walls of the house except for the villa should be wrapped in hay and live soil, the reason is that a fist-sized hole was dug in the wall, all the way to the roof.

The reason for this is very simple, it is too difficult to get the heating out in this era, and the small Zhao Mansion is very expensive, and it is not difficult to make bronze into a chimney, but it is a fool's dream to make a water pipe, so Zhao did not plan to bring the heating to Daqin at first, the heating could not be used, and the stove was too backward, so he thought of a kind of heating equipment in Xinjiang in later generations - the fire wall.

These holes in the wall are prepared for this, and later you only need to stuff the chimney into it, and then burn a large stove in the designated place outside the house, the wall is hot, and there is no need to bring in such things as coal and firewood in the house, in addition to being clean, it is also warmer than a simple stove.

Of course, there is no time to prepare for this tonight, and the most important thing at the moment is to accompany the old lady to eat well.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was very harmonious, the old lady smiled and sandwiched the dishes for the little young master, Bai Zhong ate very elegantly, quite a bit of showmanship, Xiao Ling'er ate very heroically, a big chicken leg in her left hand, a pig's trotter in her right hand, and her face was full of oil.

Zhao Qi seemed to have relaxed at this moment, he probably regarded this place as his home.

When he came to Daqin, he was in a hurry, and he didn't take anything away in the later life, the shadow of his wife in the later life has always been in his mind, and he can always think of such a person, but he can't remember the specific face very well, very familiar, and very unfamiliar.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he seemed to understand something, the future generations of the family can no longer go back, since there is a bond here, it is natural to do something, leave some traces in history, maybe somewhere in two thousand years, his wife will hold the child's hand and tell him the story of Zhao Qi? may also say: "When your father was here, he was also as powerful as this Zhao Qi of the Qin State, and besides, your father is also called Zhao Qi, do you say it is a coincidence?"

Maybe we'll shed tears.

It's a pity that all this has nothing to do with him, he can only become a famous Zhao Qi in history now, and he can no longer become the father of that child.