Douzi is probably really sad, and he refuses to pay attention to Zhang Forget for several days. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Zhang Wangye kept a straight face all day long, looking like no one was close.

The servants all signed the deed of sale, and when they saw that the master was unhappy, they consciously restrained themselves a lot, and only knew how to work every day.

The Yellow Turban soldiers were not affected at first, they should eat, drink, and make trouble, but after being fined by Zhang Wang, they all began to smile without smiling.

The entire Zhang Mansion has a rather eerie atmosphere from top to bottom.

The wheeled carts used for pottery were made, and the clay made by the servants could also be used to practice pottery.

But at this time, the problem came.

The blank drawing technique of pottery making, except for the domestic servants who can make pottery, no one else knows. Zhang Forget claimed to know everything, but in fact, after operating it once, he almost smashed the wheeled car.

It is impossible to know only the theory without long-term practice and accumulation, and it is impossible to master the craft of blank drawing.

The skills of craftsmen who can make pottery are not very good, and the mud tires that come out of the blank look like shoddy goods.

The technical research has encountered difficulties, and the family's surplus money has also bottomed out.

Zhang Wang, guarding the empty basket, asked the Yellow Turban soldiers who came to receive the money: "Why did the money be spent so quickly, the 100,000 yuan disappeared in just a few days, did you receive more money?" ”

The Yellow Turban soldiers felt aggrieved and shouted injustice.

It takes at least three days and two nights to transport a load of soil from Beipi to Luoyang, and the money received after being transported back is counted out of beans one penny by penny.

In the past few days, the big steward of beans has gone on strike, and Lang Zhongchun Yuyi is responsible for distributing money, which is worse than beans, and often deliberately sends a few big coins less. It's a pity that these Yellow Turban soldiers don't know how to count, and they often suffer dumb losses.

Zhang Forget took a piece of Caihou paper from the servant's hand, put it on the stone case, and said to the Yellow Turban soldiers: "Okay, in order to prevent you from receiving more than one person by mistake, you will sign and receive money one by one, and no money will be issued if you do not sign." ”

As soon as the words fell, the Yellow Turban soldiers were all stupid.

Isn't that bullying? They are all from poor people, and they don't know a single big character, so you let us sign?

Besides, your basket is cleaner than your face, and you don't have a penny, even if we sign our names, what will you give us?

Is it really good to be so blatant?

"Why, you can't write?" Zhang Wang's face was tilted, with a shameless face, "If you don't know how to read, then go to recognize the words, and after recognizing the words, you will write your name, and then sign and receive the money." ”

Turning around, Zhang Forget glanced at Lang Zhong Chun Yuyi: "You are responsible for teaching them to write their names." ”

Chun Yuyi said with a bitter face: "Xiao Langjun, I have been with you for a while, and I haven't learned any medical skills, so I just do miscellaneous things." Are you going to take my monthly money first? ”

"It's the other way around, it's the other way around, you're really the opposite!"

Zhang Wang was furious, wanted to flip the table to make a noise, looked at the stone case, gave up this unrealistic idea, turned around and walked out: "Wait for me, go back and get the money back, see how I clean you up." ”

When he went out of the house and found that no one had caught up, Zhang Forget couldn't help but feel miserable.

People are warm and cold, and the world is hot and cold, but that's it.

He turned back to the house and said to the people who didn't know what to do: "Come and kill the talent, come with me to get the money." ”

Zhang Mane glanced left and right, stepped forward, and was driven back by Zhang Forget with a disgusted face.

"Too ugly, next."

Chun Yuyi touched his smooth face, and was about to come out, but was stunned back by Zhang Wang's glare: "You stay and teach them to write their names." ”

Chun Yuyi was suddenly stupid: "Do you really want to teach them to write their own names?" ”

"Nonsense, what are you going to do with me?"

Zhang Wangsui's finger pointed at Han Wu, who was striking iron: "You, come with me." ”

Han Wu saw that Zhang forgot to follow him by name, and he was so beautiful that he forgot his surname.

When Zhang Forget and Han Wu left one after the other, the Yellow Turban soldiers surrounded Chun Yuyi in a hurry, and their eyes were like wolves, full of hunger and excitement.

Chun Yuyi sweated like pulp, suddenly remembered someone, and shouted: "Go and escort Zhang Kuan out of the firewood room for me, this guy can also write." ”

Zhang Forget took Han Wu out of the door, thinking about where to get some money to spend.

Taiwei Yang Ci has not sent anyone to invite him until now, and it seems that he can't count on it in the short term.

The hero Wang Yue himself is poor, and the love owed to him has not been repaid.

Liu Tao is a gentleman in the imperial history, and his family is definitely not very rich.

Liang Yi had just gotten the sweet and sour carp recipe, and he was in no mood to ask himself to buy other recipes.

Zhang forgot to think about the essentials, he was anxious and hot, and he was sweating.

Without a long-term plan, we have to change the development model of where to do it.

He wiped the sweat from his head, looked up and gave a middle finger at the hot sun, and a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred in his mind.

In the middle of summer in August, when the fire is flowing, selling ice is a good business that makes money very quickly.

He turned his head to find a passerby, asked the direction of the Taoist temple, and went with Han Wu in a hurry.

Yudingguan is located in the eastern suburbs of Luoyang, covers an area of more than 10 acres, built magnificently, majestic atmosphere, hangs a big plaque on the lintel, and the silver hook iron painting on the plaque is three words: Yudingguan.

At the door of the Taoist temple, there are two stone sculptures with hideous faces, with teeth and claws, and the momentum is extraordinary, like an ancient beast to ward off evil spirits.

At this time, on the back of a stone carving, sat an eight-year-old boy. He held a cake in each of his hands, and ate it very sweetly. Beside him, a short-bearded man with a clear body was looking at him lovingly.

"Dad, you eat too!" When the boy saw that the Taoist priest was staring at him intently, he sensibly handed a piece of cake to his mouth.

"Daddy has a toothache, you can eat it yourself." The Taoist priest smiled and pushed back the cake that had been handed to him.

The boy nodded, shoved the bread back into his mouth, and began to chew it heavily.

Zhang Forget was dumbfounded on the sidelines, and said in his heart that his family can also become his own son?

The Taoist priest saw Zhang Wangzheng walking towards the Taoist temple with a strong man, and hurriedly bowed down to give a salute: "The disciple of Yudingguan is Mingxu, and he has seen a layman." "Layman" refers not only to the general name of the monks in the old days to those who believe in Buddhism at home, but also to the self-title of the literati and scholars, which first appeared in the "Book of Rites and Tamamo": "Layman Brocade Belt." ”

"It turned out to be a Mingxu Taoist friend of Yudingguan, and the layman Zhang forgot to be polite." Zhang Forget turned around and saluted, and said with a smile: "Coming today, in addition to paying homage to the Sanqing Patriarch, there is also a small matter, I hope to get the help of Yudingguan." ”

Mingxu Daoist looked at him in surprise and said, "What is the difficulty of the layman, even if he says it. ”

If there is anything difficult, just say it, whether you can help or not is two words.

Zhang Forget understood the meaning of his words, disagreed, and continued: "I have 3,000 catties of millet and rice, and I want to dedicate it to the Sanqing Patriarch to talk about the heart, but the family is scarce and cannot be transported, so I want to ask the Taoist temple for a few people." ”

Mingxu was overjoyed when he heard this, and replied, "I'll arrange for a few disciples to go home with the layman to get it." ”

"Wait." Zhang Forget waved his hand to stop him, and said with a smile, "The old man in the family has tinea corporis, and I heard that saltpeter can cure this disease, I don't know if you have saltpeter?" ”

"Saltpeter is naturally there." Mingxu looked puzzled, "But saltpeter for tinea corporis, I haven't heard of it." The view is all used for alchemy. ”

"I've also heard people say that saltpeter can cure ringworm, but it's unknown whether it will work or not. It is better to believe that it is there than to believe that it is not. I also ask Taoist friends to be considerate of filial piety in the next piece and sell me a few hundred catties of saltpeter. ”

"I can't be the master of this matter, so I have to ask the Lord for advice." ”

Zhang Wangdao: "Okay, you go and ask for instructions, I'll wait for you here." This is a good deed that benefits the people and spreads merit, and it is expected that the Lord will not refuse. ”

Mingxu was hooked by the three thousand catties of millet promised by Zhang Wang, and hurriedly entered the view, while Zhang Wang, who came to the stone carving, stared at the boy who ate the cake.

The boy was nervous by his eyes, and the cake choked in his throat and coughed violently.

"Eat slowly, no one will rob you."

Zhang Forget kindly stretched out his hand to pat the boy on the back and asked him, "Can the Taoist priests of Yudingguan marry wives and have children, just like your father." ”

The boy shook his head: "My father can't live anymore, so he became a Taoist, and it has only been half a month since he became a monk." As for those in the Taoist temple, I heard that they are not allowed to marry wives and have children. ”

"I see." Zhang Wei nodded, and asked again: "Your father was born with an elegant appearance, and he looks like he is literate, why can't he live a life?" ”

"A few months ago, my mother fell ill, and my father sold his house and land, and spent all the money to see my mother, but my mother still died." The boy said sadly, and began to cry.

Zhang Forget sighed, held the child in his arms, and let his tears and snot get on him.

The boy cried for a while, wiped away his tears embarrassedly, picked up the bread and ate it again, looking very hungry.

After another moment, Mingxu drove an ox cart out of the Taoist temple, and on top of the ox cart was saltpeter.

Zhang Forget smiled slightly, hugged his fist at Mingxu and said, "Thank you Dao Commander for your efforts." ”

Ming waved his hand ashamedly, and said in his heart that when the Lord heard that you were willing to donate 3,000 catties of millet, he agreed at that time, and it had nothing to do with me.

Zhang Forget smiled, led the way, and led Mingxu home.

Saltpeter can be used to make ice, and almost all descendants know this common sense, but the Eastern Han people do not know.

The real artificial ice production began in the Tang Dynasty, and in the Song Dynasty, it began to be widely popularized.

Before that, people used cellar ice stored in the winter to escape the heat in the summer.

Zhang Forget deceived a Dao taxi to go back with the saltpeter used for alchemy, I don't know if I can make a fortune, and it is basically no problem to pay the monthly money of those foodies.