In the early morning of the second day, under Qingwen's service, I dressed and washed, and had my morning food.

Shi Yi took the wolf pen and continued to tinker with the drawing on the rice paper, revising and revising, a bunch of equations, and symbols with forks and circles.

Qingwen, who was peeking with her little eyes on the side, was confused, and began to yawn after a while.

Qingwen leaned up and asked curiously, "Uncle Yi, what are you painting?" ”

With a white and tender little face close at hand, Shi Yi couldn't help but take a bite at her.

"Oops!" Qingwen was like a frightened rabbit, and immediately sat up straight and ran out of the back room.

Shi Yi smiled and continued to tinker.

In addition to drawing the drawings of the gun in the past two days, he has also been copying the manuscript of the Legend of the Condor Heroes.

Since there are many things in this world, he originally wanted to invent and even create a bunch of patents, but now it seems that this idea is impossible to start.

There were tires, soap, toilet water, glass, all sorts of things, but everything he could think of was invented.

Even so, Shi Yi was not ready to wait for death, after all, as far as he knew, he actually didn't have much spare money in this house.

Think about the original work, Shi Xiangyun does everything at home by himself, and is diligent and thrifty, which is in stark contrast to Jia Baoyu's rice to open his mouth and clothes to stretch his hands.

Shi Yi thought about it again and again, and decided to think of some business and manage his own assets.

After all, the current Dashun is the beginning of the reform, all kinds of foreign capital invaded, this is a wedge and an opportunity, otherwise it will be difficult to start a business even if you have money.

Now all he can think of is a means of transportation.

Shi Yi took a turn on the street before him, because of the influx of foreigners, the streets and alleys of the capital began to be renovated and smoothed, and the paving was replaced with a cement road.

The road is wide and smooth, which is naturally convenient for vehicles.

There is no modern means of transportation, and no one seems to have invented the automobile.

However, this thing is much more complicated than making guns, and the so-called art industry has a specialty, and Shi Yi has never thought about it at all.

His current idea is that if nothing else, there will only be more and more foreigners and foreign merchants in the future, rather than waiting in vain for those yellow hairs to suck blood.

It's better to take the opportunity to make some money from them, even if it's a small amount of money.

Ordinary people do ordinary things, Shi Yi conceived the drawings for two days, and finally put the rickshaw in order.

This thing actually has no technical content, and Shi Yi is more concerned with marketing and regulation.

He wanted to borrow the overall operation model of later taxis, renting rickshaws to civilians to solicit customers, and he only needed to charge the same car rental fee as specified.

In order to prevent imitation by other factories, it is also necessary to cooperate with the imperial court to give each rickshaw a license plate, and apply for a patent to enjoy the exclusive manufacturing right.

At the beginning, it was first piloted from Shenjing, and then gradually extended to the entire Dashun.

This is a big plan, Shi Yi thinks that he doesn't have the eloquence to negotiate a proper profit share with the imperial court, and this plan must also be participated by the imperial court.

There are also many complicated factors mixed in there, Shi Yi thought about it, I am afraid that he will have to pull Wang Xifeng into the gang, and then let her move some relationships, so that Jia Lian can go through the lobbying again.

Just do it, Shi Yi retracted his thoughts, rolled the plan drawings into a barrel and tied them with ochre rope.

I opened the window and looked outside, and there were snowflakes fluttering.

didn't think much about it, Shi Yi put on his boots, put on a fox velvet and mink fur, took the drawings and was about to go out.

"Master, want to go out?" Qingwen saw that she was busy getting up from the partition bed and approached to ask.

Shi Yi pinched her little face and said with a smile: "Girl, let's go with my master to the second sister-in-law." ”

"Oooh!" Qingwen answered, turned around and took out a bamboo umbrella from the cabinet next to her.

Qingwen held an umbrella in one hand, and the two of them walked towards Sister Feng's courtyard under the heavy snow.

As soon as he walked to the bottom of the hall, he saw Jia Baoyu walking from the north-south road with his head down.

His crown of beads, sideburns, and cloak were covered with goose feathers and snowflakes.

"That's Second Master Bao!" Qingwen, this little girl, saw that the person who came opened the umbrella with a heart and ran up.

"Second Master Bao, why are you here alone? What about Sister Raider? ”

Qingwen stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder with a snowflake.

"Sunny... Qingwen, why are you here?" Jia Baoyu turned overjoyed, and when she saw the person behind her, she suddenly became stunned again.

Shi Yi first glared at Qingwen's girl, then turned his head to look at him and said with a smile: "Brother Bao, you were beaten into eggplant by snow frost?" How depressed. ”

Baoyu felt upset when he saw him, and he didn't have a good face, and said angrily: "It has nothing to do with you, I don't want to see you." ”

Originally, he specially prepared a lot of good things, and he thought of giving them to Sister Lin to make her happy.

But Sister Lin is always plain to him, and she is not allowed to sit closer.

Hearing that the girl said that Sister Lin still likes poetry and songs, he deliberately found some poetry books, but he never thought that Sister Lin said that she wanted to rest more recently.

Full of enthusiasm and kindness, Jia Baoyu was both sad and sad.

is obviously a fairy-like sister, but she is as cold as ice, but she can't get close, and she doesn't feel boring.

Many times the hot face sticks to the cold buttocks, and the big face treasure has been in a trance for the past few days, and I don't know what to do for a while.

Shi Yi guessed that he didn't take advantage of Daiyu in front of him, and couldn't help but smile in his heart.

deliberately approached him a few points: "Brother Bao, it's freezing this day, you have to be careful, Qingwen took off your clothes and warmed Baoyu." The tone of the elder brother is full of concern for the younger brother.

Qingwen's little face was stunned, she put on a splendid pink jacket skirt on her outer body, and when she took it off, it was a small jacket, and then there was a small coat left.

Shi Yi just deliberately teased her, and the big-faced treasure glanced at Qingwen, but he took it seriously, and hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, thank you Brother Yi for your concern, I'm not cold." ”

"Second Master Bao!"

Shi Yi wanted to tease a few words, but saw the attacker hurrying over from under the corridor.

The attacker put a cloak on Baoyu with a cloak in his hand, "My little ancestor, the old lady has been talking to you for a long time." ”

Shi Yi didn't mean to be funny, he didn't pay attention to them, and walked straight towards Sister Feng's courtyard.

Qingwen glanced at Baoyu with concern, and then turned around and pulled her legs to follow.

....

Wang Xifeng held a soft body, leaning on the warm couch, every year in the cold winter, her body is the most tormented, this is the case in summer, and it is like this in winter.

Ping'er took the hot water and brought the basin to the front of the couch, and put Sister Feng's crystal clear white and tender feet into the hot water basin with her hands.

"Hmm~" Wang Xifeng's ruddy lips let out a comfortable muffled hum, as if she had forgotten the fatigue of the whole day, and the New Year was about to begin, and she was busy preparing up and down the house in the past few days.

It's rare to finish the work early today, and you can rest early, which will let Ping'er fiddle with the tender little feet.