Stuffing the last petal of orange into his mouth, His Highness finally planned to do something serious.

Yesterday, he had recruited more than ten craftsmen, and today he was ready to officially start construction, and for this reason, he specially asked the officials of Qin Tianjian to help him make a divination, saying that it was suitable for Shen Shi to start construction.

Although the official position of Qin Tianjian is not big, but in line with the purpose of preferring to believe it, most of the emperors will adopt what Qin Tianjian says, especially the disaster star descending into the world and the thief star usurping the throne, and he would rather kill a thousand mistakes than let go of one, so everyone who sees Qin Tianjian on weekdays is also polite. However, the royal authority is not even afraid of the emperor Lao Tzu, and Qin Tianjian is no different from a fortune teller in his eyes, and he asks them to tell fortunes.

When the time came, Wang Quanquan came to the temporary kiln factory outside the palace, dressed in civilian clothes.

With the king's order, the kiln was ignited, and due to the limited technology, there was no effective fuel, and ordinary coal burned at most four or five hundred degrees, which was far from enough to melt the glass. So the kiln factory erected the iconic blast furnace, the temperature was enough, and the next step was to study the material ratio.

Proportioning is a secret everywhere, because the raw materials required for modern glass and ancient glass are different, so the set of recipes that the craftsmen originally mastered did not have much reference value, so the royal authority divided the craftsmen into groups of two, assigned the raw materials to them, and let them experiment with different ratios.

There were thirteen craftsmen in total, in teams of two, and the extra one teamed up with Wang Quanquan.

This person's surname is Gao, because of dealing with the stove for a long time, the skin is smoked black and red, and the person looks a little honest, because he is in a group with the king's authority, so he looks a little nervous.

He had always thought that this young man in coarse linen clothes was a eunuch in the palace, but even so, he did not look down on it, but was a little in awe. After all, in this era when it is difficult to have a good stomach, you can be an errand in the palace, but you are a first-class beauty difference, and you really laugh at the poor and not at the prostitute.

At the beginning, Wang Quanquan was still full of energy, thinking that so many people experimented at the same time, and he would definitely be able to find the most suitable ratio quickly. However, for three days in a row, more than a dozen people tried hundreds of proportions, but they still couldn't get the satisfactory effect of the king's authority, either it was too turbid or there were too many bubbles, or the strength was too low, and none of them got into the eyes of the king's authority. But for these craftsmen, many of the test items are much better than the finished products they have made before, and any random one is definitely a treasure or even a superb.

But these test specimens were ruthlessly melted into the furnace by Wang Quanquan, and then injected into the molds he had prepared in advance, and when they were cooled and opened, they were all spittoons.

In order to make this spittoon more beautiful, the opening part is specially made of latte art, and the altar body is also made of simple decoration, which is much better than the ordinary spittoon.

Because it was mixed with various impurities, each spittoon was of a different color, and his behavior made all the craftsmen present sigh, thinking that he was destroying the heavens.

But in the eyes of the king, these glasses that do not meet the requirements are only worthy of being made into spittoons. A spittoon can be used not only for spitting, but also as a toilet, after all, many people are reluctant to go out to the toilet in the middle of the night, especially in winter.

Wang Quanquan is the kind of person who is used to looking back after pooping, so he believes that this kind of spittoon, which can intuitively see the shape of the poop, will definitely meet the needs of some people.

On the fourth day of the experiment, Wang Quanquan had already begun to doubt his life: Did he remember it wrong? Or what went wrong?

He sat down in a chair, he had been eating and living in the kiln factory for the past few days, and the meals were all delivered from the palace by Koharuko, and now he looked similar to those craftsmen, covered in dust, and his skin had become black and red.

The results of the research have not been achieved for a long time, Wang Quanquan is very anxious, a lot of materials have been consumed in the past few days, and the wages of the workers must be paid on time every day.

"Tomorrow morning, you take a spittoon to the market, find an open space to set up a stall, if someone asks for the price, don't bother him if it is less than five hundred taels, and sell it to him if the price exceeds five hundred taels."

Koharuko received the order, and the next day, Koharuko left in the morning and returned happily before noon.

"Master, it's sold! As soon as he sat down, he was bought by a merchant for five hundred taels. ”

"Is it so easy to sell?"

Wang Quanquan instantly came to his senses, turned his head to look at the dozen or so spittoons behind him, and now the funds have fallen!

Since then, a mysterious young man has appeared in the capital, he has traveled to major markets, but only brings a glass jar, sometimes selling for five hundred taels, sometimes selling for eight hundred taels, and once directly selling for one thousand taels. Wang Quanquan counted the silver tickets in the kiln factory, and he was called a comfortable person in his heart, but he didn't expect that there were many people who had the same habits as him.

But he also understood that with the increase in the number of sales, the price of glass spittoons was bound to drop, so he asked Xiao Chunzi to ride a horse to a few markets in the distance to sell, under the deliberate price control of the king's authority, these dozen spittoons were stunned to bring him more than 6,000 taels of income, Wang Zhixian immediately happily rewarded Xiao Chunzi with one hundred taels. This time, not only did the cost come back, but it also made a small profit.

But it's not a matter if you go on like this, you can't make perfect glass for a long time, and you can't make a living by selling spittoons all day long, right? And it is estimated that if it continues to be sold like this, the spittoon will not be fresh, and the price will naturally fall.

On the tenth day, the king of authority, who had been tired for a day, once again collapsed in his chair, he was now completely devoid of the appearance of a prince, unkempt, and his face was roasted like that of an Indian Ahsan, and he had tried five or six hundred times, and he had no hope, and he now admired the comrade who invented the electric light.

Just when the king's authority was in a daze, a man shook him awake, and his mouth kept saying, "There is!" Adults have it! ”

Wang Quanquan was woken up when he was about to fall asleep, and he was very impatient, "How can I have a big man?" ”

The craftsman who spoke scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "I mean, my lord, the perfect recipe is here." ”

Hearing this, Wang Quanquan stood up and rushed to the blast furnace. At this time, there was a group of people around the fireside, and there was a piece of glass on the ground, Wang Quanquan hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the glass, put it on a table with a slightly better light, and wiped off the soil on the surface, only to see that the glass was irregularly shaped, crystal clear, without a little bubble, neither broken nor flawed, although the color was a little yellow, but it was already similar to the glass in Wang Quanquan's memory.

Wang Quanquan turned left and right around the glass, his mouth was grinning, and the other craftsmen around him were also amazed, they didn't expect that there was really such a perfect glass, as clear as water, they had never seen it in their lives.

"Lao Gao, do you remember the formula?" Wang Quanquan hurriedly asked.

"Remember!" The craftsman nodded heavily.

Great, my kingship is about to develop!

The king, who had been drowsy just a moment ago, was now very conscious, watching the master craftsman remake the glass, and after an hour, another near-perfect piece of glass was placed on the table.

That night, Wang Quanquan made a mold with plaster overnight, and then made the first real glass, which was polished and polished, and it was even more visible. Wang Quanquan couldn't wait, so he returned to the palace in the middle of the night, because it was too much like a flower child, and he also met the guards on the way, and he was honestly released after Xiao Chunzi showed the token.

Back to his hut, Wang Quanquan took a bath first, and then changed into comfortable clothes, because he was too tired these days, he fell asleep just with his pillow on his head, and slept until the afternoon the next day.

After getting up, Wang Quanquan hurriedly took out the glass, and then kept stroking the glass that was as warm as jade, with a lewd smile on his face. That look once again looked like an old eunuch who had taken back his treasure.