Ren Baqian stood in the middle of the field with his upper body exposed, he had grown a lot of muscles in the past few months, at least the original ribs could not be seen.

At this time, his eyes were full of determination, staring at his opponent tightly, even Chen Qing beside him couldn't recognize this man with sharp eyes and a violent aura like a sword, who was actually his friend who was ordinary in the eyes of many people.

THE NOTEBOOK BEHIND ME IS CONNECTED TO THE STEREO AND IS PLAYING THE INTOTHEBATTLEFIELD OF THE BIG FLAT TREE PLANTING, THE SOUNDTRACK OF THE HOT-BLOODED HIGH SCHOOL, LISTENING TO THIS MUSIC WHEN I FIRST WATCHED THIS MOVIE IS SIMPLY EXCITING.

At this moment, the strong rhythm and dense drum sound made Ren Baqian's adrenaline soar, and his fighting spirit boiled, and he felt that he could carry a gun to the battlefield at this time.

And Ren Baqian's opponent's attention was obviously attracted by the thing that emitted a sound not far behind him at this time, and his eyes wandered, and he looked at the speaker one by one.

"Opportunity!" Ren Baqian's eyes shot a fine light, and he kicked the ground under his feet, rushing towards his opponent like a wild dog off his rope.

"Bang!"

Then he flew back upside down faster than he had gone, and landed heavily on the ground with a 46-yard footprint on his chest.

"Oh——!" Ren Baqian lay on the ground and groaned long: "Your Majesty, the minister needs to change an opponent." ”

"You can choose the palace guards!" said the empress who was eating popcorn not far away.

"Can you adjust the age downward?" the minister hasn't even reached the human wheel!" Ren Baqian cried.

"How to adjust?" Ren Baqian's current guards are about thirty years old, and they have not yet reached the peak level of the ancient people. Moreover, the skill of the palace guards is not the highest, and with the same strength, the strength of the flying cavalry is stronger than the combat effectiveness of the palace guards.

"The minister thinks that the opponent who is about ten years old, the minister should be able to try. Ren Baqian said his request seriously.

The empress was almost laughed at by Ren Baqiantian's shameless appearance.

Qing Kite and Hong Luan have a look of contempt, can they still have a face?

And Ren 8000's opponent looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle.

I haven't even used half of my strength, what else do you want me to do?

With the current strength of the minister, even if this man is tied with his hands and feet, the minister is not an opponent. Ren Baqian got up from the ground and asked seriously.

The empress squinted at him for a long time, and finally said, "Okay!"

Ren Baqianyi was overjoyed when he heard this: "Your Majesty Wencheng Wu Deze was merciful by the common people for Huaipudu sentient beings!"

"Continue today! The next day's sparring will give you a different opponent. The empress said.

"Alas——!" Ren Yaqian sighed, took a pose, and then stepped on the rhythm of a song by Night Wish, and rushed towards his opponent like a wild dog that had lost its reins.

"Bang!"

......

This is the seventh day that Ren Baqian has taught him boxing techniques since the empress, and these seven days can be said to be a handful of snot and tears.

Those eight killing punches alone made Ren Baqian suffer.

Ren Baqian's bones had already been formed, and many movements couldn't be done at all.

Then the empress asked the two guards to press him on the shoulders and press out a one-word horse, and the sound was like killing a pig, and it spread throughout the palace for a long time.

For three days, Ren Baqian walked with both legs outside, and felt that his legs were like noodles.

I have to practice every day, which is better, but at most tiring. He had to be beaten every two days, which made Ren Baqian full of broken thoughts.

Today, I finally couldn't help but bring up the idea that I had been pondering for several days.

At night, there was a female official who scattered the blood on his body, and his body was also coated with a layer of Indian divine oil, which is the name of Ren Baqian, and the whole body was reflected after painting, but the effect was really excellent, every time he was coated with Indian divine oil to scatter the bruises, he was covered in Shutai, and he could not see any scars on his body the next day.

He didn't know that only a few people in the ancient tribe could afford this Indian divine oil, and although it was not priceless, it was also extremely expensive. Even if it is the son of a senior member of the court, he can only use it occasionally, and it is impossible to wipe it all over his body once every two days.

A bottle of this medicine costs one hundred taels of silver, and one bottle at a time costs more than ten thousand taels of silver in a year, which is not a lot of money even for the empress.

Think about Shi Guan, a nine-grade official, only six taels of silver a month, and a shop on Jingyang Street can see that the annual rent is only more than 100 taels of silver.

The value of the medicine used in the medicated bath is even higher, and a medicated bath costs a thousand taels of silver, which can only last for seven days.

These two things alone for any eight thousand will cost fifty thousand taels of silver a year.

Da Yao was not rich, and the entire palace spent only 40,000 taels of silver a year, most of which were on the salaries of the guards, female officials, and maids. And the expenses on Ren 8,000 people are more than the annual consumption of the entire palace.

The empress could only have a slight surplus of the royal family's income from the gold and silver mines, and with the expenditure of Ren Baqian, the palace income immediately became a deficit.

......

On the second day, Ren Baqian hurriedly went out to meet the ordnance secretary Qing Feng Throat and Gong Cao Siqing Tong Yan rushed to Jingtian Furnace, and in the morning he received news that the pile of bricks burned before Jingtian Furnace came out, but they were all slag, and they were all broken when touched.

Along the way, Ren Baqian sat on the back of the horned ox and thought about what the reason was, since it could burn cement, then some of the ore composition in this world should be similar to that of the earth, not to mention that burning bricks is mainly clay, and this should not be the case.

When they arrived at Jingtian Furnace, Furnace Supervisor Tiemu hurriedly greeted him: "My lord." Yesterday the fire went out, and we wanted to take bricks out as the adults said, only to find out......"

"Wait, let's see. Ren Baqian waved his hand and hurried to the stove, the bricks in it had basically not been taken out, Ren Baqian went down the ladder, and only half of the bricks were left around the circle, and the rest fell to the bottom of the furnace as slag.

The remaining bricks were all cracked on the surface, bulging in many places, and suddenly turned into pieces when touched by hand.

Ren Baqian furrowed his brows.

What's going on?

"Lord Ren, how's it going?" shouted Tong Yan above.

After drinking together in the Qinglou last time, everyone is very familiar.

Ren Baqian frowned and crawled out of the furnace with a body of dust, and said to Tiemu: "Do it again, I'll see what went wrong." ”

Then he said to Tong Yan: "I don't know the reason, let's see." ”

While the craftsmen of Jingtian Furnace were working, Ren Baqian took out a piece of paper from his arms and compared it step by step to see which step went wrong.

"No problem?" Ren Baqian muttered. He watched the craftsmen of Jingtian Furnace crush step by step, stir, and knead the bricks, and there was no problem.

"Could it be that there is something wrong on this piece of paper?" Ren Baqian began to wonder if there was something wrong with the information he had found.

Maybe there's something in there, which isn't written on this piece of paper.

"Lord Ren, what is this?" Tong Yan and Feng Yu leaned their heads over, and just then they watched him muttering with a piece of paper there.

"Remember something. Ren Baqian said casually, anyway, the two of them couldn't understand it.

"I've never seen this kind of text. Tong Yan glanced at it and shook his head.

Ren Baqian ignored him, he had to see that before he came out of the ghost.

"Well, what are you doing?" Ren Baqian watched as the craftsman sent the kneading bricks into the furnace.

"Your Excellency, you said that you want to burn it. The craftsman was at a loss.

"Dry in the shade, dry in the shade first, how can you burn it if you send it in like this?" Ren Baqian's eyes widened, and what was written on the paper was clearly to be dried in the shade.

"My lord, you let us burn it like this last time. Temu looked confused.

"How is it possible? This brick hasn't dried yet, can it be burned?" Ren Baqian said with a glare.

"Lord Ren, you didn't say yin dry last time, that's how it burns. Wind Throat spoke up on the side.

Ren Baqian looked at the wind throat with a disgusted face: "How is it possible?"

I thought in my heart: "Your sister, didn't you really say it last time?"

If you think about it carefully, it seems that the last time I burned bricks with cement was all done in one day, where did the time come from?

Ren Baqian put on a solemn face: "Don't have a problem this time." Dry the bricks in the shade first, remember to dry them in a cool place, not in the sun. After drying, put the bricks into the furnace to burn, it is best to open several furnaces at the same time, and experiment with different temperatures and different firing times. ”