In the blink of an eye, the three hundred guan from the three big officials of the county government disappeared. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info desks, chairs, textbooks and some teaching tools, it also takes a process to prepare. Since it is a process, it will always pass, but this process needs to consume a lot of money, which is very painful.

In ancient times, you could justifiably say that money was not omnipotent, and money was a bastard, because bartering was a common way of trading at the village and county level. Even if a family of ordinary people cannot find a penny, it must not be said that the family is poor. Poultry, livestock, and grain can all be exchanged for money.

Now Wen is worried about money every day, but this does not mean that Wen is a poor ghost, even a poor ghost is a rich poor ghost.

Wen now has the brine purification method, which is the country's important weapon, and can even draw a map of all the minerals on the land of Qilu on the drawing with his eyes closed. Diamond pits in jewelry mines all over the world know where they are produced. But this is not helpful at all for the current Wen.

Even purified brine salt, because there are a large number of students in the academy, in order to keep secret, some can only be secretly extracted from the stone in the inner courtyard, and it is completely impossible to supply it in batches.

Wen shook his head behind his back and walked around the yard thinking about making money.

Sake making should be the only way to make a lot of money, and the technique of distilling alcohol is not a problem at all. In ancient times, 20 degrees can be regarded as a high degree of wine, and if you make an old white gan with more than 50 degrees, you will definitely make a fortune.

But there must be serious obstacles to any road to easy wealth, and this obstacle comes 100% from the government. Years of war have caused a shortage of food for the people, so the livelihood of sake making is completely government-run, and a small number of private liquor making workshops must also be approved by the government, and this policy runs through almost the entire feudal society.

Just as he was having a headache about how to feed hundreds of people, he saw Shi Shi and the little nun Jing Yuan walking in from the outer courtyard, holding a large basket in front of the stone, and the basket was full of bamboo knots.

"Stone, what are you doing with these bamboo knots?" Wen wondered.

Shi said excitedly: "San Lang, it's the Double Ninth Festival soon, and there will be a lot of students coming to the academy in a few days, so I bought some firecrackers and prepared to have a lively time." ”

The ancient festivals have not yet fully adapted, and now the Chung Yeung Festival is much more important than the Mid-Autumn Festival. This is the festival of the old immortals, who will always occupy the dominant power in society, and the only way for the young people to seize power is to survive them and then turn themselves into old immortals.

Later generations celebrated holiday firecrackers known as tens of thousands of rings, and they pouted: "That's it?" ”

"Quite a few, and there are ten more baskets outside." Stone answered truthfully.

"Stone, you know what? We're strapped for money right now, and it's not good to spend money randomly. As soon as I heard that there were still ten baskets, I immediately began to feel distressed about the money.

"San Lang, this doesn't cost a lot of money, this basket is always money."

Wen's face immediately darkened, this damn stone is called Huazi, and now he doesn't even put more than a dozen yuan in his eyes, a pile of broken bamboo costs ten yuan, and a common family only earns ten yuan a year, this is being pitted.

"Stone, you spent ten dollars to buy this pile of broken bamboo?" Wen shouted, this can't help but be angry, I can't wait to break a penny into 800 petals to use, seeing such a waste of money, those who can not be angry are saints.

The little nun Jingyuan interjected: "What howl, this money is spent on me." ”

Wen took a deep breath and said, "That's good, spend your money, I have no opinion." ”

"Hmph, what can you say, you can remember to deduct this firecracker money from the profits owed to us." The little nun Jingyuan said disdainfully.

Wen looked at Jing Yuan, the little nun who commanded the stone to carry the firecrackers back and forth, and was stunned for a long time before she reacted. Damn little nun, it wasn't her own money that ended up spent.

Get a firecracker to see your proud sample, the sound is not as loud as the cry of mosquitoes, and you have to light a charcoal pot before putting a firecracker.

There can experience the excitement of firecrackers in later generations, light a cigarette in your mouth, light the lead of the firecracker with a cigarette, see the lead burned, wave your hand and throw the firecracker into the sky, an explosion, a volley sounds, and the paper is scattered with the wind like a goddess scattering flowers.

That's the firecrackers, that's the excitement.

A group of turtles, burning a few sections of bamboo, will be excited for a long time.

Wen decided to give this group of turtles a science and technology lesson, the classic formula of black powder in later generations, there is no problem in moving mountains and reclamation, not to mention just a sound.

Saltpeter and sulfur are not a problem at all for Yanshen County, which is rich in minerals, and there is a chef training center in the courtyard, so there is no problem in finding some of the best willow charcoal, and even stirring black powder into granules with egg whites at any cost.

After the black powder is dried in a cool place, carefully roll up some thick paper and seal the two ends with cement.

Wen looked at the row of large firecrackers in front of him, and smiled insidiously, these large firecrackers in front of him should be regarded as the most powerful firecrackers in this era, and even saving lives at home is the best choice.

Since ancient times, wealth has not been exposed, especially the means of saving life can not be leaked, so Wen is very careful to change the proportion of black powder, in the production of some small firecrackers.

These small firecrackers must be able to pit a lot of money, and a bunch of black-hearted profiteers who break bamboo can charge ten dollars. This latest style of firecrackers, can't it be sold for ten strings.

Firecrackers, which were banned by the government in later generations, were completely allowed to be made and bought and sold by the people in ancient times.

If the government knew that the firecrackers had been graded, and that there was a larger firecracker, it would definitely go crazy, which would represent the emergence of modern warfare and directly change the way of warfare.

In the evening, the little nun Jingyuan really lit a charcoal basin in the yard, and was excitedly throwing firecrackers into the charcoal basin, smelling it and watching it straight.

"Hmph, it's useless for you to pout, don't think I'll give you firecrackers to play." The little nun Jingyuan is still holding grudges.

"Are you sure you're a nun from Mount Emei?" Smelling the poisonous mouth of the little nun Jingyuan is simply disgusting, and a nun will be excited to set off firecrackers. Wen very much wanted to know that the temple could teach such a nun, and when the time came, he would blow it up as soon as possible, so as not to harm the world.

"Don't try to trick me, with your IQ, you can only deceive those rich people in Yanshen County." The little nun Jingyuan pouted.

In order not to be angry, he lazily took care of the little nun and lit an incense stick with a fire fold.

"Just a villain like you, do you think that by burning incense and worshiping the Buddha, the Buddha will be able to bless you?" The little nun Jingyuan saw that Wen was lighting incense, and thought that Wen was also a believer.

"Don't dream, I only worship my ancestors, how can those wood carvings and stone sculptures be worthy of my worship." Wen replied while lighting the firecracker in his hand with incense, and after a moment, he threw it into the sky, and an explosion sounded like thunder in the sky over Yanshen County.

The little nun Jingyuan heard the sound, looked up at the sky blankly, and was speechless.