Zhu Houzhao brought a few powerful guards, but Xia Yuan took them all, not only that, but he also asked Gu Dayong to go to the Yamen of the Ministry of Industry, found Wang Shouren, and asked him to borrow a few craftsmen to help.

The master has something to do with the disciples, this is what the sage of Confucius said, the sage is not polite when he uses the disciple, Xia Yuan is not a sage, so it is also reasonable to ask the apprentice to help make a kang.

The rules and regulations of the Ministry of Industry of the Ming Dynasty were really very relaxed, Wang Shouren came quickly, not only came, but also brought seven or eight craftsmen, according to Xia Yuan's previous instructions, these craftsmen brought several carts of bricks, with pickaxes, hoes, hammers, shovels and a series of tools.

"Which of you will make a fire?"

"Ondol?"

Seven or eight craftsmen, you look at me, I look at you, and the last craftsman who looked to be thirty or forty years old with a dark face stood up and said, "The villain has never made a fire kang, but he has made a fire for some noble families." ”

The fire ground is to build a flue under the ground, and then ignite the fire to heat the ground, according to Xia Yuan's understanding is the ancient floor heating.

"Ground of Fire .... The principle should be similar to that of a fire kang, so please follow the method of making a fire kang for me. ”

These craftsmen answered, and began to work, with a clear division of labor, and mud and mud, brick laying and bricklaying, all of them were very neat.

Xia Yuan asked, only to know that these craftsmen are not ordinary craftsmen, they are living craftsmen, the so-called living craftsmen are craftsmen attached to the Ministry of Industry, in short, they are dedicated to working for the government.

Pan kang is not a technical job, although these people have not been on the fire, but the principle is understood, learn from the fire, no matter how bad the stove can be dished.

Soon, a large kang appeared in the east wing, which was made of green bricks, tamped with yellow mud, and poured a layer of glutinous rice juice for reinforcement, and a hole was dug in the outer wall on the side, leaving enough space for firewood.

A big kang plate came out, but there were still a lot of bricks left, in order to avoid waste, Xia Yuan proposed to let them go to the wing room in the front yard, and give Wu's mother and them a kang too.

The craftsmen happily agreed, and took the tools to the front yard, seeing that the people left, Zhao Yuerong immediately ran over to see the masterpieces of these craftsmen, she looked at the sudden extra kang in the room, slightly opened her mouth, and her expression was both surprised and puzzled,

"Husband, is this the kang?"

"It's not, but you can't sleep right away when it's ready, you have to burn it with a fire for a day, and then you can sleep when the moisture is dry, and then you can live a life of knowing your husband on the kang and shoes on the kang."

"Oh.."

She nodded her head, and couldn't help but say, "I think this kang is very similar...."

Speaking of this, she paused again, as soon as she saw this boxy fire kang just now, she felt that this kang had some overlap with a picture in her memory, but that memory was very vague, it should have happened when she was very young, so she couldn't say it for a while.

"Like what?"

At this time, Zhu Houzhao interjected thoughtfully: "I feel like a coffin bed." ”

"Like you...."

The word mother floated to his throat, and was swallowed back by Xia Yuan at the right time, the prince is a queen, this can't be scolded, so he turned to a black face and said: "You can't speak, you can't speak, you can't speak." ”

Damn, it's outrageous, how can such words come out of your mouth?

However, Xia Yuan took a look, and had to admit that it was indeed a little similar, when he traveled to the Ming Tombs in his last life, he had visited the underground palace of Dingling, and this fire kang really looked like the coffin bed there.

They are all square, and even the height is about the same, but there is no coffin on the coffin bed of Emperor Wanli, and all the banknotes and steel hammers are thrown on it.

This is really a difficult phenomenon to understand, and normal people usually throw money in the temple or the pool of the Taoist temple to pray for blessings.

You can throw money at someone's coffin.....

Speaking of which, behind the behavior of throwing money, it is the cultural genes of the Chinese people who are still at work, and the Chinese people always feel that as long as they throw money to the gods, the gods have to do things for themselves.

Money can be channeled, this is probably a forced transaction between man and God.

But what does it mean to throw money at the Wanli Emperor.

After all, after the death of Emperor Wanli, people even had their graves picked up. Xia Yuan was very puzzled, what were these people who threw money thinking.

So he didn't throw money at that time, what he threw was a copper plate for ornaments bought from a certain treasure, can Emperor Wanli know paper money?

It has to be a copper plate.

"By the way, didn't I give you winter vacation the other day? What are you doing today? ”

"Master doesn't know?"

"What should I know?"

"Tens of thousands of disaster victims have gathered outside the southern city, and the government is giving porridge, so I don't want to call the master to take a look."

Seeing the excitement on this thing's face when he spoke, Xia Yuan's brows couldn't help frowning, "What do you want to see, to see the government's soup kitchen?" Or go and see how pitiful the victims are, and then you gloat on the side? ”

Hearing this, Zhu Houzhao's eyes widened, and he said with some resentment: "Master, how can you think of me like this?" This palace is the crown prince, the prince of the country, and those people who have been affected by the disaster are my future people, how can I gloat? ”

"And what are you excited about?"

"There are a lot of beggars among those victims."

“？”

A question mark slowly popped up on Xia Yuan's head, and he really couldn't figure out why the beggar had become the point of excitement for this unlucky child.

Seeing this, Zhu Houzhao could only remind: "Beggars, beat the dog stick method, and descend the dragon with eighteen palms." ”

Xia Yuan instantly realized, "... So do you want to go and see the beggars, and ask people if they can beat the dog stick method and the eighteen palms of the dragon? ”

"Yes, yes, yes."

“....”

Xia Yuan was silent, this prince is a tragedy, is his brain missing a string?

On such a cold day, the victims of the disaster were already pitiful, and he was ready to run to ask them about this.

You kid really haven't been beaten.

"Little camelina, you go find a thick dress for your husband, I'll accompany this stupid... cough, I'll accompany His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to Nancheng for a walk. ”

Xia Yuan thought about it for a while, and found out sadly that strictly speaking, this matter was a sin of his own making.

Therefore, he decided to accompany this stupid beep to Nancheng for a walk, and let this thing have a good understanding of what the real disaster victims are like.