【Impossible!】 】

[Sun Jian can't know how to make ice! 】

Sun Quan was held in Zu Mao's arms and came to the courtyard, and when Zu Mao explained earnestly: "Second son, the lord is talking about big things, don't disturb it." At that moment, he frowned and said nothing.

He couldn't figure it out.

Obviously, he is the traverser, how can he let Sun Jian get the first opportunity, is it possible......

It can't be that there are two traversers colliding in this era, right?

That's not right!

If it was really a crash, Sun Jian would not be so old that he would be mixed with Changsha Taishou. Could it be that under the thunder, they crossed together?

"Daiei."

A call came from behind him, and when Sun Quan looked back, Sun Jian was walking towards the courtyard.

"Lord, have you negotiated?"

"Yes, it's settled."

"How?"

"From now on, they will exchange the equivalent of grain for ice, and sell them the equivalent of 1,000 yuan per can, and at the end of the summer, the price will decrease, and finally it will be reduced to 500 yuan of grain."

"Okay, my lord, this time we will solve the problem of food and grass for our army."

Sun Quan pursed his lips and did not speak.

Sun Jian was scared in a cold sweat!

He heard it, he heard the voice from before!

[In the first year of Xingping at the end of the Han Dynasty to the fourth year of Jian'an, there were locusts every year, at the right time, the locusts rose, the people were hungry, the valley was 500,000, the beans and wheat were 200,000, people were cannibalistic, the white bones were accumulated, and the road was full of filth. 】

Late Han Dynasty?

Could it be that this big man is going to be finished?

But how could Sun Jian believe this?

And that Xingping, whose era name is it? Isn't the name of today's era the beginning of peace? Whose era name is Jian'an?

Although Sun Jian didn't understand the meaning of these two era names, he understood it.

Since the beginning of the Yellow Turban Uprising, over the years, the fertile land has been deserted, and there have been continuous droughts, and there have been locusts from time to time, all of which are Sun Jian's personal experience. However, locust plagues are only widespread in the north, which is why the south has become a land of fish and rice.

"Daiei."

Sun Jian stared at Sun Quan closely, but called Zu Mao over and said, "Go, buy some cinnabar, peach wood, saltpeter, and graphite from all over the city, among which there is as much saltpeter as there is, and the rest is appropriate." ”

"No."

"Wait!"

Zu Mao was just about to leave, but Sun Jian stopped him again and said: "Exchange all the money in our account, all of it, for food, be quick, go quickly." ”

"No!"

Sun Jian planned to fight, but the ice-making incident gave him great confidence, so he listened to the second remark of that voice. Besides, even if he exchanges all the money for food, he will not lose, the war has depreciated more and more in the past few years, but the grain has risen year after year, not to mention that he has to send troops to fight for Dong's urgent shortage of military food.

When Zu Mao took the order and left, Sun Jian walked towards Sun Quan, looked at his child and said, "Wu'er ......" He was the truth and directly asked if it was his son Sun Quan who was speaking at that time, but then he thought again, if not, doesn't it seem like he is asking like this?

Sun Quan looked at Sun Jianru's appearance of a walnut stuck in his mouth, and stared at each other with big eyes...... I wondered [What's wrong with Sun Jian? Convulsions again? 】

Sun Jian shook his head, he heard a new word again, convulsions, and he didn't know who would have convulsions if they were idle.

"Blame ......"

Sun Jian didn't understand, in the face of this phenomenon, he couldn't understand it at all.

But Sun Quan also held back his stomach and wanted to ask: "What is the ......method of ice making?"

Sun Jian seemed to be deeply involved in it, and pondered: "Who is it? ”

As if he hadn't heard what Sun Quan said, he threw it in the courtyard and walked to the study.

He has too many things to do now, he has to make ice, collect grain, and supervise the construction of ordnance and repair the city wall, how can he have time to deal with Sun Quan, such a little kid.

It's just that this brain is like a mess, and it has summarized all the recent strange appearances together.

Wenjiu beheaded Huaxiong, Sanying fought against Lu Bu, Liang Dong was defeated, Zu Mao was the savior, and now there is another locust coming, and the Central Plains is uneasy.

What the hell is going on?

After a short time, the merchants and Taoist priests in the city began to enter the house in batches, some came to deliver cinnabar, some came to deliver peachwood, and some transported saltpeter, and several courtyards were filled. Thanks to Sun Jian's extra heart, if he enters the saltpeter, he is afraid that he will be able to see the clues at a glance by someone with a heart.

Now that you've bought so many things, even if you want to study how to make ice, you don't know where to start and how to make it.

In the room, Sun Jian was like the old landlord who slammed the door, and asked people to seal all the doors and windows with quilts, and then the great business of ice making began. He filled a jar full of water with saltpeter and piled it aside, so that the secret recipe would not leak out, and even no outsiders would be involved, and even his family would not be allowed to approach.

Outside the courtyard, there were hundreds of guards, all holding sharp blades in their hands, and the subordinates didn't even dare to approach.

It took Sun Jian a whole afternoon to stuff all the jars with saltpeter, and when the moon was in the treetops, he walked out of the room with a pale face.

It's the height of summer, and at this time of year, squatting in a room blocked by cotton quilts to work, thanks to Sun Jian's iron-beaten body, ordinary people have early heat stroke.

"Quick, chilled sour plum soup!"

But even if Sun Jian is physically strong and has a strong endurance, he can't stand it when he leaves the house, and his sweat-soaked clothes are torn off on the spot.

When this coolness slid down his throat, Sun Jian began to worry again.

Now, he can't break the manpower, Zu Mao is almost in the capacity of the chief administrator of the whole city under his own command, and he has to take care of the military camp; Huang Gai and his eldest son Sun Ce are far away in Guiyang and Lingling, and they haven't come back yet. At present, I can barely cope with the matter of ice making, and when Cai, Kuai, Ma, and the three families of grain arrive, they will purchase ordnance and repair the city wall after acceptance, who will handle these things?

Talent is the most scarce in the late Han Dynasty, but if you want to have talents in this era, it is not enough to have a piece of land; Look at Yuan Shao, who has strategists like clouds and generals like rain, he is the third prince of the fourth world; Look at Dong Zhuo in the capital, there is an emperor in his hands!

That is to say, if you want someone to serve you, in addition to prestige, you must also have a foundation that is in line with prestige.

Sun Jian......

Not to mention prestige, he doesn't even have a foundation, all the feats of this body are made, although the Sun family has also been an official in Wu for generations, but it is a small family, his county history background can prove this, even if Yuan Shao's son is bad, it will never be possible to hold the post of county history.

Who wants to mess with such a person?

Even Sun Jian himself can't be around an ordinary person who doesn't know if he can stand out from the thousands of climbers, and bet that he will be able to reach the summit one day, in case he fails, isn't it a waste of time.

What to do?