In the small side room, all that could be heard was the heavy breathing of Foreman Jin, Li Ke handed a bottle to Foreman Jin, and Foreman Jin was busy taking it, putting it on his hand and looking at it carefully, the more he looked, the more puzzled he became. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Your Highness, this thing is not made of crystal, is it?"

Li Ke nodded, but did not answer what the material was, not that Li Ke didn't want to tell Foreman Jin, but because the current process can't make glass, Li Ke wants to let Foreman Jin organize people to make porcelain-related technology first, and then draw glass when the firing technology is mature in the future, if it is unrealistic to make glass in one step.

Foreman Jin poured some water into the bottle, twisted it jerkily, and put it upside down on the table, Li Ke was used to seeing the sealing performance of this glass thread, which was naturally not strange, but Foreman Jin seemed to have discovered a new continent, and excitedly grabbed the vial in his hand.

Li Ke smiled slightly: "The spiral pattern on this thing is born by the barbarian people of the sea when they see the thread on the seaside snail, which can fit the two things together, and later applied it to this bottle, and was bought by Lone, Lone saw that the thread kiss and the seal can prevent the water in the bottle from overflowing, and the heart is very strange, but I don't know if Lao Jin can burn it on porcelain, if you can burn it, Lone will be rewarded." ”

In fact, in ancient times, many things could not be preserved due to the poor sealing of bottles, such as canned food, wine, and pickles, which needed well-sealed containers to make them. It is as if before there were no such coarse-mouthed threaded glass bottles, the ancients used old-fashioned jars with very small mouths, plugged with wooden corks, and then covered with red cloth and pasted with clay cellars. However, if you put the grain into it, it will be very inconvenient to control the quality of the sake. There is no way to talk about canned food that needs to be thrown into large pieces of pulp.

Obviously, Jin Foreman also saw the great effect of the excellent sealing performance of the threaded bottle mouth on the Tang Dynasty brewing industry, with this wine, there will be a huge leap in brewing and preservation, and the production of wine will not lead to heavy losses due to poor sealing of the soil seal.

"Your Highness, you can try to carve this thing out of wood, but you can't do anything about it on porcelain. The old man can only do wrought iron and woodwork, but he disappointed His Highness. Foreman Jin was a little embarrassed. However, the old man knows the old Wu Tou who burns celadon in our Huangzhuang in the west of the city, and he is optimistic that he can make it. ”

Only then did Li Ke react, it turned out that Foreman Jin was in charge of the foreman of Wu Wangfu, but he was not an all-purpose craftsman, so he had to do this. Let Foreman Jin find the porcelain workers in his Zhuangzi to make it.

In fact, the production of this kind of thread is not difficult, but it is difficult to ensure that the sealing is not leaking after it is done, and people who have seen this kind of thread can basically make it slowly, and it is not high-tech, Li Ke does not care about a few days, as long as it can be made. But Li Ke had to make it, because it was impossible to produce fine wine and perfume in the future and store it in a corked bottle, and it would deteriorate in a few days, which was not Li Ke's style.

"These bottles are placed here for you, today's things must not be passed on, especially these small bottles, you find someone to observe, and when you burn a porcelain bottle that can be burned without leakage, there will be a heavy reward" Li Ke waved his hand and walked out of the hut, but it was almost noon.

Yuan Kui outside the house seemed to see something, and saw a small guy trotting all the way over.

"Your Highness, someone from the palace asked Her Highness to enter the palace to pick up Princess Jinyang to stay in Furong Garden, and he is already waiting outside the door."

Li Ke then remembered that today's business was to take the little son to Furong Garden to recuperate, so he got into the prepared carriage and went to Taiji Palace.

In fact, when he heard that Lao Li gave him a hibiscus garden to let him recuperate for his little son, Li Ke had two voices in his heart, one was that Li Ke in the last life, as an identity teased by fate, told him that his fate could not be changed, and he honestly used the knowledge of the previous life to complete the great cause of the New Tang Dynasty; The other is that the thoughts of modern people who have been influenced by the new knowledge of the 21st century in the previous life told him that since he has come to the Tang Dynasty to change his life against the sky, why not grasp those past shortcomings, change one is to change, and what if you change 10,000?

In the end, Li Ke decided to help the little son recuperate and prolong his life, after all, he was not terminally ill yet, and Li Ke did not want his very warm and clever young sister to die prematurely.

In fact, Li Ke is not sure about treating his little son, life is not only related to physical health, but also related to mood and luck. Some people mourn and sigh all day long, and naturally they don't live long, and some people are flying in trouble and crying for their lives, who can say clearly, do your best.

In Li Ke's imagination, he wants to treat the little boy as a greenhouse flower, although it can't withstand the wind and rain, but as long as it can grow well, Li Ke is satisfied. Then seek out a famous doctor for medication. Li Ke remembered that Sun Simiao, a health master who had lived for more than 100 years, had also been to Chang'an a few years ago to treat Empress Changsun. It's just that I don't know if this old fairy-like medicine king is now in Wutai Mountain in Yaozhou or Zhongnan Mountain in Qinling.

Without waiting for Li Ke to think about it, the carriage had already come to the gate of Taiji Palace, and unlike Li Ke's expectations, although the attendants were busy carrying all kinds of utensils and it was very noisy, there was no voice of the little son crying for his father.

Because in his previous life, a friend came to his family and put his child here for an afternoon, but as soon as the friend and the child separated, the child cried and asked for his father in the dark, and Li Ke had a headache.

At this time, the eunuch Wang De came over and bowed down and said, "Your Highness, everything is in order, you can set off." ”

Li Ke nodded, but he didn't call to leave, but walked to the largest carriage in the middle, only to see that the curtain on the side of the carriage near the imperial city moved, and it was calm again.

Li Ke got into the carriage, the patterns of the dragon and phoenix dancing in the carriage can be seen everywhere, reflecting the royal style everywhere, but the scene inside is in stark contrast with the magnificent carriage, the little son is lying on the soft collapse on one side and whimpering motionlessly, a small tea bowl next to it hits the corner of the carriage, and the little Zhengtai Li Zhi is comforting on the side.

Li Ke looked at the little son sobbing and felt uncomfortable, and said in his heart that this picture close to life and death still came after all, so he stepped forward and said with relief: "Little son monster, cry out loud if you want to cry." It's okay to cry out. ”

The little son tried his best to control the sound of crying, and Li Zhi, who was beside him, recalled slightly: "The younger sister just said that the father and the emperor lied to him to drink some tea. Then she cried like this, and when I asked her, she wouldn't answer me. ”

"No, that's the case, the little son doesn't, I don't want my father to hear the little son cry. Brother Slave, don't think about it, let's go. The little son choked up.

Li Ke knew that the little son was sensible, and if he cried loudly, Lao Li might be reluctant to let the little son continue to stay by his side, but he was determined to take care of his body, and he couldn't help but go to the countryside to recuperate. I had to cry in a low voice in the carriage, and even the imperial steward outside the carriage didn't hear the cry...

In this sad atmosphere, the group drove to the Hibiscus Garden in the south of the city.