Two silver ingots flashing with a special metallic luster are placed on the table, and it is so fast to get rid of poverty and become well-off, just know a few more local tyrants, although in the future, this money will definitely beg for his own affairs, and he will have to use Mao Wenlong's relationship to use his power for personal gain. Fortunately, this is an officialdom practice this year, and some of the juniors visit the elders to seek official positions in the same year, and they will not jump out of a few imperial histories to put Mao Jue in double regulations.

However, people's ambitions are always rising with the rising tide, and this afternoon he spent sixty taels, contacted the muscular military man to order six revolvers and a large number of pointed bullets, but at this night, Mao Jue couldn't sleep, and Qian Zeng's words of tens of thousands of taels of mirrors always echoed in his ears.

The six revolvers are just self-defense, and Yuan Chonghuan is fighting to the death, but what should I do after I finish fighting? Rebellion? Take refuge in Jiannu? Neither of them is what Mao Jue wants! Mao Wenlong has been in the limelight for so many years, and he must have an intricate relationship in the court, and he must have an intricate relationship with the big eunuchs and the party struggle, maybe he can have an infinite deal with Yuan Chonghuan, but all of this has to ask for silver, and the "military salary" for the eunuchs is more than the military salary for the Jiannu.

But if there were mirrors!

…………

"Plain clothes, get up !!"

"Huh? Heh~ Young Master, why did you get up? ”

On weekdays, Su Yi asked Mao Jue to get up, but this time it was the other way around, and finally opened the sleepy pair of big eyes, yawned greatly, and Su Yi asked in surprise, but unfortunately before she finished speaking, she was pulled out of bed by Mao Jue with her smooth and white wrist.

"I want saltpeter! Where is saltpeter in this city? ”

"Young Master! Master! Feed! The maid is not dressed yet! So out! The slave is not alive!! ”

Holding his belly pocket, Su Yi screamed sadly behind him.

Now that I have silver in my pocket, I don't have to save so much, so I still walked down the door where people went out of the house, and there was a carriage at the door, and I called one, and the two of them yawned in plain clothes and rushed straight out of the city gate.

Don't look at the Phi Island military town, the battlefield brutal killing, the soldiers also need to be comforted, religion also came into being, in the back of the island halfway up the mountainside, up a small Taoist temple, in Liaoyang escaped out of the Taoist priest to run here to worship the three Qing, it is said that before the expedition, even Mao Wenlong will come here to stick incense.

Early in the morning, the door of the Taoist temple has just opened, and several little Taoist children are cleaning the gate, seeing that the carriage stopped, Su Yi got down first, and a little Taoist boy ran back excitedly, shouting while running: "Master, that alchemy girl is here again!" ”

Seeing the elated appearance of the Taoist priests, Mao Jue always felt that he had entered the black scenic area and was sharpened by others.

After a while, an old man with a long beard, a radish face, an old face full of wrinkles, and a little messy hair, wearing a somewhat faded Taoist robe that had been washed, also hurriedly greeted him, looked at Mao Jue twice, and suddenly showed a rich smile to look down.

"Poor Dao has seen Mao Gongzi, I haven't seen Gongzi for a long time, don't come to harm?"

Why the hell do you know Lao Tzu? Mao Jue glanced at Su Yi embarrassedly again, and the girl immediately explained like a little horn who was familiar with the road.

"Xuankong Dao Chief, a few days ago, my son-in-law fell into the water and fell into a head disease, and I can't remember many things, so please bear with me."

"Hey~ Heaven is impermanent!"

Listening to this explanation, Xuankong Lao Dao couldn't help but sigh, and said with some embarrassment: "Mrs. Wen is such a good person, Liaoyang is in great trouble, and she has suffered such a catastrophe, and now Mao Gongzi is also ......, hey~"

"Dao Chief!"

Mention the sad thing to your face! Su Yi reminded him a little unhappily, which interrupted Xuankong Laodao's sighing, patted his head, and the old guy said apologetically: "Don't blame Mao Gongzi, this person is old, he just loves to sigh nonsense, and the poor road is out of shape, Mao Gongzi, let's go in and talk again, Qingfeng, Mingyue, don't go to prepare tea, early!" ”

Leading the way in front, with Mao Jue, the old road briskly led to the view.

The world is difficult, even these outsiders are uncomfortable, this breakfast is clear millet porridge, much rarer than the blackest breakfast that Mao Jue bought before going to work, there is not even a tea egg salted duck egg, only a stack of small pickles made of radish pickled by the Taoist priest himself, the ancient food is silent, the general little Taoist priest is silent after the morning class, Mao Jue is not easy to speak, and then mixed this simple breakfast first.

But then again, this pickled radish strip is quite refreshing to eat.

After breakfast, more than 20 Taoist priests should be in charge of the hall, and the old Taoist Xuankong invited Mao Jue to the inner room where he lived. Mao Jue was very interested here, a rather large Dan furnace seemed to be smoking there, and there was a slightly smaller Danding, more than a dozen black glazed jars of various colors were placed with all kinds of mineral medicines, which was the earliest chemical laboratory in China.

"What is this?"

The two strange jars are connected up and down, if it weren't for the black ceramics, it would be exactly the same as those instruments in the laboratory in later generations, listening to Mao Jue pointing to this and asking, Lao Dao explained with a smile.

"Oh, this is the device for refining mercury from dansha when we are alchemy, the bottom is called sweet snails, and the top is called pomegranate jars, when you use it, you put dansha in pomegranate jars and burn them with fire, and the mercury condenses into sweet snails."

"There are still a few months before Mrs. Wen's sacrifice day, the prince is here to ask for the pill, for the head disease, the poor road still has a little Ziyang Zhengxin Pill, it should be able to start the effect."

As he spoke, Xuankong Lao Dao took out a big gourd from his side, and a few copper beans with heavy metallic luster jumped in front of Mao Jue's eyes, and he immediately saw that his head was sweating, here is either lead or mercury, Qin Shihuang ate it to death, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty ate it to death, and Tang Taizong also ate it to death, he didn't live enough.

"I don't need this, although I have forgotten a lot of things, but I have also forgotten a lot of troubles, blessings and evils, and especially in a word?"

This forced pretending is good, Xuankong Lao Dao really nodded approvingly, and hugged his fists in admiration.

"Mao Gongzi is clever, and it is a shame that this cultivator of the poor Dao has not been able to think about it by his son!"

"Then I don't know why Gongzi came this time, do you still want to buy feldspar and lead stone?"

can be regarded as relieved from embarrassment, looking down at the jar connected up and down, Mao Jue's eyes couldn't help but shine, and he went up with both hands and patted it.

"I'm here to buy saltpeter this time, but you have to help me process it!"

In the pomegranate jar, more than a dozen pieces of saltpeter were roasted under the hot fire, and a thick smoke began to rise from the jar, and finally flowed down the curved jar into the sweet snail, which was cooled and dispersed by the cold water under the sweet snail, staining the water with a layer Listening to the constant sound, Mao Jue's eyes widened.

He didn't want to die too much, and he didn't want to live like a dog, before in the shipyard, the tricky and mean workshop director, the arrogant personnel manager, shouted at every turn to get rid of your boss, although in this era, he lost a lot, but he was ten years younger, and he got an unprecedented high social status, Mao Jue didn't find out, he began to immerse himself in the authority brought by this Mao family's son.

Therefore, we must not lose all this in front of us.

The weather in early spring became a little stuffy under this kind of hot scorching, and there was a layer of sweat on the little face of the plain clothes, and the tightly wrapped clothes were wet, and the watery face looked quite attractive, Mao Jue himself was also wet with sweat, and the old way of Xuankong seemed to be really a bit of cultivation, and his heart was calm and naturally cool, and he didn't even have a bead of sweat in his head.

Then a lot of silver is needed, and the income from the glass mill is still not enough to meet Mao Jue's sense of security, he needs more!

The saltpeter in the jar was dried and burned for more than an hour, and half of the jar of saltpeter had been consumed by more than half and became black, but the clean well water in the sweet snail had become a lot more turbid, and it was covered with a layer of black ash, but looking at the jar of water, Mao Jue was extremely excited.

"Suyi, hurry up and find a container and put these in for me! Be careful, this thing is dangerous, and the skin will melt off as soon as it touches it! ”

These words made Suyi's little face white, and she moved a jar from the corner tremblingly, looking at her appearance, Mao Jue simply reached out and grabbed the jar, poured the turbid solution in the sweet snail into it, and sealed the jar baby like that with a mud seal.

"Young Master Mao, what is this doing?"

It's been alchemy for half a lifetime, burning saltpeter to refine water, and it's the first time that Xuankong Lao Dao has seen it, so he couldn't help but ask curiously. But in a good mood, Mao Jue turned around and gave him a big white crystal tooth.

"This is fairy water, you can immediately ascend to immortality if you drink it!"

"Childe laughed at the poor road again!"

Just said that it melted when it touched the skin, and this will drink the immortal again, Xuankong Lao Dao is strange if he believes it, and he is a little regretful and a little blamed, but immediately, the old guy's dizzy eyes almost didn't pop out, Su Yi was still holding the jar and trembling, Mao Jue took out a big silver ingot from the purse on her waist and stuffed it into his hand.

"These twenty taels of silver are the incense money for Guanli!"

"Oops, this, it's too much!"

Not to mention, Xuankong Lao Dao is really a bit of a cultivator, and he was not stunned by the silver, so he quickly pushed the silver back into Mao Jue's hand.

"Poor Dao is a poor place, you don't need so much silver, and it's only a few catties of saltpeter, Mrs. Wen and Poor Dao can be regarded as old friends, how can Poor Dao accept it shamefully?"

"Then add more saltpeter, feldspar and the like, maybe I'll use a lot of them after a while!"

didn't allow him to postpone it, stuffed the silver back again, pulled the plain clothes and hugged the jar, Mao Jue simply said goodbye and left, until he boarded the carriage at the door, and he could see Xuankong Lao Dao behind him with his apprentice awkwardly and uneasy farewell.

"The Taoist is a man of his own right!"

can be regarded as putting down the jar, looking back, Su Yi couldn't help but say with emotion, and also looked at the window twice, Mao Jue secretly wrote it down.

"Young Master, where are we going next?"

"Long Island East Beach, go to the glass workshop!"