On the third day of the Lunar New Year, congratulations on the new year. Ten chapters are still issued today. I wish readers and friends a happy Chinese New Year and all the best!

The Su family is the leader in the glaze industry in Shanxi, and Su Jie is the elite of the Su family. It can be said that an expert listens to the doorway, Fan Jinxi hasn't finished reading it just now, like a layer of window paper being torn, he completely understands. Su Jie seemed to feel a new door slowly opening in front of him, and a new world appeared in front of him.

In fact, as early as when Zheng He went to the West, he brought back personnel and manufacturing technology who knew how to make glass, but unfortunately it was not valued by the imperial court. However, the glaze production technology of the Ming Dynasty is quite mature, and the glaze production in Shanxi is still the leader in the industry. At present, many of the glazed products preserved are from the handwriting of Shanxi craftsmen in the Ming Dynasty. Cinnabar, also known as mercury, was not a rare thing in the Ming Dynasty. Not to mention the paint, you must know that the lacquer products of the Ming Dynasty were second to none in the world at that time, and they were the objects of competition among Western countries.

"How? Is there anything wrong with producing as soon as possible? Fan Yubin asked slowly.

"No problem! The vertical kilns, equipment, and workshops for the production of glass are all ready-made, and the raw materials are pulled back, and the molds can be made and started tonight. Su Jie said confidently. He couldn't wait, and he couldn't wait to fly back now.

"That's good." Fan Yubin casually drew a few patterns on a piece of paper, which were the styles of several makeup mirrors in later generations, and then handed it to Fan Jinxi and said: "After the mirror is made, find a batch of samples according to these styles, of course, you can also design some styles yourself." ”

"Yes, young master." The two agreed repeatedly, bowed to Fan Yubin again, and ran out with a fuss under their feet.

Finally, we can be quiet for a while. Fan Yubin said secretly. He leaned back comfortably in his chair, crossed Erlang's legs, swayed slightly, and hummed a brisk ditty.

Hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, and it was Fan Gui who came in, only to see him sweating profusely, and said excitedly: "Young master, Fan Fu has come to the letter." ”

"Oh, show me." When Fan Yubin heard Fan Fulai's letter, he was also a little moved, and hurriedly said.

The letter was sent back by Fan Fu as soon as possible. After reading the letter, Fan Yubin felt a little ridiculous, and secretly said in his heart: It's really a trick.

It turned out that after potatoes were introduced to China during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, they were given to the royal family as tribute and cultivated on a small scale in the royal estates. In the ninth year of Chongzhen, Emperor Chongzhen once ate a piece of steamed potatoes at dinner, felt that it tasted good, and did not know this thing, so he asked a few words casually, when he learned that the yield of potatoes was so high, Emperor Chongzhen, who was having a headache for food problems, couldn't help but be ecstatic. He opened Chrysostom at that time: let Huangzhuang expand the cultivation of 1,000 acres of potatoes.

Soon, Chongzhen, who was in a hurry, forgot about this matter completely. But the eunuchs who are doing things below don't dare to forget, what if the emperor remembers this matter one day? In this way, the potato planting area was really expanded to nearly 1,000 acres in the spring of this year.

But when it came time to harvest, they couldn't help but be dumbfounded, there were potatoes everywhere, three or four million catties! At this time, people did not know the various ways of cooking potatoes, but only knew one method, which was steaming potatoes. But how many steamed potatoes can the emperor eat? It's just that the people in the palace eat steamed potatoes every day, how much can they eat? Anyway, they want to vomit when they see potatoes now, and they think about how to dispose of these things all day long.

It happened that Hu Shang and the steward eunuch in the Huangzhuang usually hooked up in business, so the steward eunuch begged Hu Shang to help him sell some potatoes, and he himself could make a little extra money. It's better than throwing it away.

Hu Shang felt that it was a business opportunity, so he wanted to indulge in the past and push the price very low. In the end, I pretended to be reluctant to buy and give away a lot. Unexpectedly, in the end, he picked up a big bargain for Fan Yubin. Huangzhuang is between Jingshi and Xuanfu Town, and it is more than 100 kilometers away from Zhangjiakou.

At present, Fan Fu has ordered nearly one million catties of potatoes, but the silver has not cost much, and there is not much freight. He wrote to ask the young master if he needed to order more.

Fan Yubin immediately asked Fan Gui to write back to Fan Fu, asking him to buy as many potatoes as he wanted, and it was best to hire a few good potato growers to come back when he came back.

"I really have the intention to plant flowers and flowers, and I have no intention of planting willows and willows." Fan Yubin thought happily.

Dinner. Fan Yubin sat at the desk, took out a notebook in the iron cabinet under the table, and recorded it carefully. Since the time travel, as long as he has time, he will record some key data, formulas, recipes, drawings, etc. in his memory in detail. Although he has an amazing memory now, he still believes that a good memory is better than a bad pen.

A crescent moon hung obliquely in the air, and the hazy moonlight gently draped over Zhangjiakou Fort like a light veil. With a gentle breeze, several fireflies flutter in the air, drawing beautiful arcs. A melodious flute sound came from afar, like crying, tactful and long, which added a quiet beauty to this beautiful and hazy moonlit night.

Fan Yubin walked behind his back, and Fan Gui followed behind. The Fan family's family members and servants all avoided it from afar, and those who collided head-on also retreated to the side of the road and stood on their sides. Fan Yubin smiled and nodded, as if he was greeting them, and slowly walked towards the courtyard of the second uncle Fan Sixi.

Fan Sixi's small courtyard is an alternative in Fan's Mansion, with pavilions and pavilions, stone carvings and woodcarvings, small bridges and flowing water, winding paths, and quiet paths, which contrast with each other, and in the hazy moonlight, it is like being in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River.

A pretty maid took Fan Yubin to the door of Fan Sixi's study, stretched out her little hand and knocked on the door gently, and then blessed Fan Yubin, smiled, and quietly withdrew. In the study, cigarette smoke is around, the fragrance of tea is overflowing, the fragrance of flowers is permeating, Fan Sixi and his children Yuming and Qinglian are cooking tea and waiting for guests.

As soon as they saw Fan Yubin come in, Yuming and Qinglian quickly stood up. Yuming arched his hand towards Fan Yubin in a similar way, like a little adult. Fan Yuming's face is like a crown of jade, his teeth are white and his lips are red, and his body exudes a strong bookish atmosphere. Qinglian blessed Yubin and winked at him mischievously.

Fan Yubin stepped forward and knelt on the ground and gave his uncle Fan Sixi a big salute. As soon as he snorted his head, he was pulled up by Fan Sixi, he smiled and said with a grin: "Yubin, okay, between our uncles and nephews, there is no need to be polite, just be polite." ”

The four of them sat down as guests and hosts. Qinglian chattered to Fan Yubin for the scroll to be copied, and Fan Yubin smiled and asked him to go directly to Fan Gui tomorrow. Fan Yuming said that he could also copy, but Fan Yubin smiled and told him: He will come to the school to give a lecture in two days, and when the time comes, please come over and listen, maybe there is something he is interested in.