Under the eaves, the autumn wind is chilly.

Jiang Weiping gathered his sleeves to block out the cool breeze and stood with his shoulders hunched. On the columns, the red paint had peeled off due to wind and frost, and the wood core and paint blocks alternated, appearing mottled and dilapidated.

After a moment, an old man with gray hair stepped out, his cheeks were thin and his brows were slightly wrinkled. He stood under the eaves and waved to him.

"My dear master is calling you." There was some contempt in his expression.

The old man was Liu He, the keeper of the Rong family's ancestral home. As his master's family became prosperous, he felt that his status had risen.

After all, in the entire Linxi Town and even Mengshan County, there is only one third-rank official in the capital, Rong Shangshu.

The thought flashed through his mind for only a moment, and Jiang Weiping lowered his hands, bowed, took off his shoes and followed Liu He inside.

It was late autumn and the chill was about to pass through his body from the soles of his feet. He rubbed the coldness on his arms, raised his head inadvertently, and met a pair of clear eyes. He was suddenly stunned.

I heard that Minister Rong’s eldest son was sent back to his ancestral home in Linxi because he committed a serious crime, and not even a single servant was left behind.

After learning about this, he was filled with emotion. If you are the son of a high-ranking official, you will study hard and bring honor to your family, instead of being like those playboys who only know how to play and lose their ambition.

Now that I have met Rong Dalang in person, this thought has become even stronger.

He lowered his head quickly, concealing his secret sigh, and bowed slightly, "I greet Mr. Rong."

Rong Xi looked carefully at the person in front of him.

He was wearing linen and brown clothes, had a solid build, firm features, and a complexion the color of wheat. He looked strong and powerful.

He sat cross-legged on a cushion, raised his neck high, and his eyes met hers.

Because he felt cold after falling into the water and was short of energy, Rong Xi felt sore, tired, and numb just by sitting cross-legged. If he sat upright, he might lose his life.

"Mr. Liu, serve tea to Mr. Jiang." Rong Xi slightly stretched his right leg, placed it on the edge of the cushion, and touched the ground with the side of his foot.

Liu He left as ordered.

"Mr. Jiang, please come in." Rong Xi gestured to Jiang Weiping to take a seat.

As a blacksmith, Jiang Weiping knows himself well.

Craftsmen are of lowly status and are often looked down upon by others, but unexpectedly, Rong Dalang did not show the slightest contempt for them.

"Thank you, Mr. Rong." Jiang Weiping bowed sincerely, without changing his expression, and sat opposite Rong Xi.

Rong Xi stretched his left leg again and finally felt it stretched a little. He ignored the complicated etiquette and went straight to the point.

"I heard that Jiang Gong's craftsmanship is extraordinary. I wanted to come and see him in person, but I accidentally fell into the water the day before yesterday and caught a cold. The doctor told me not to see the wind. But I really admire Jiang Gong's skills, so I had to take the liberty to invite you to come. If I have been negligent, I hope you will forgive me."

He spoke at a steady pace and with sincerity and earnestness. Jiang Weiping was moved by what he said.

It is rumored that Rong Dalang is naughty and domineering, bullying men and women and doing all kinds of evil. Now that I think about it, the rumors cannot be fully believed.

"My Lord, your words are very important. If you have any instructions, I will do my best."

Seeing him kneeling upright and well-mannered, Rong Xi liked him even more, "In that case, Mr. Jiang, there is no need to be so reserved, just be as casual as you like."

After he finished speaking, he bent his legs and stepped on the ground, which was extremely rude in Liu He's opinion. But as a servant, he couldn't teach his master how to behave, so he could only keep it in his heart.

The tea was lukewarm, Jiang Weiping took a sip, and gradually calmed down. He took the initiative to ask: "My dear, do you want to forge tools?"

Rong Xi spread his sleeves, took out a piece of paper, placed it on the table, and handed it to Jiang Weiping. His smile deepened and his eyes brightened.

"Mr. Jiang, please take a look."

The paper is soft and yellowed, and ink is used to outline several diagrams of the structure of the objects, making the shapes of the objects come alive on the paper.

Jiang Weiping has been engaged in iron forging for nearly ten years. He has never seen such iron tools before. He was as curious as a cat scratching. However, due to his professional ethics, he did not ask. He just said, "I have never forged such tools. If what I made is not what you have in mind, please forgive me."

Seeing that there was no embarrassment on his face, Rong Xi knew that he was just being modest. His smile became even brighter. His teeth were white and even, and the flesh on his cheeks gathered at the corners of his eyes due to smiling, leaving only two thin lines.

Jiang Weiping also smiled faintly.

If the remaining fat on Rong's body were removed, he would surely be a handsome young man.

Although Liu He didn't know what Rong Xi was going to do, he obeyed the order and took fifty copper coins from the table.

"This is the deposit. How many days will it take for the work to be completed?" Rong Xi stroked his chestnuts. Winter was approaching, and he should prepare for a rainy day.

Because of making a mistake, the original person was driven away to a remote ancestral home by his father, penniless. Apart from himself, the only people left in the house were Liu Weng and his grandson Liu Zishi.

This body has just passed the age of dancing with the spoon, and its appetite is strong. Liu Zishi was also a young boy and he was never full after every meal.

After Rong Xi traveled through time, he was taken care of by Liu He and his grandchildren. Seeing that the winter was getting tough, he had to think about making money.

"Seven days." Jiang Weiping said without hesitation.

Neither of them was the type to drag their feet, so after the deal was settled on the custom-made items, Jiang Weiping didn't want to waste time, so he got up and left with the deposit, and Rong Xi didn't try to keep him.

The young man was tall and strong, and he walked with great vigor.

Rong Xi stood under the eaves, watched him disappear out the door, then lowered his head and saw only his soft belly, and couldn't help laughing.

A few days ago, he unfortunately died suddenly. When he woke up again, his mouth and nose were surrounded by cold water. The desire to survive made him swim towards the shore desperately. When he was about to die, he finally touched the river bank.

Lying in the cold place, Rong Xi saw a fat young man bidding him farewell in tears.

"It's boring to live in mediocrity, so I'll give you this body. I hope you'll cherish it." After the fat boy said this, he looked relieved and gradually disappeared into the world.

Rong Xi: “…”

Did he travel through time?

Before he could think, he passed out. After waking up and receiving the original body's memories, he knew that the fact was set.

There is no doubt that he was indeed possessed by the boy.

The original body's name is the same as his. He once read an online book, and because the name of the cannon fodder in the book was exactly the same as his, he remembered it very clearly. The cannon fodder in the book also died by falling into the water.

Could it be that he is now the person in the book?

"My dear, the doctor said that you should not be exposed to the wind. You should go back to your room and rest." Liu He whispered with concern behind him.

Rong Xi has not recovered from his illness yet, he feels heavy in body and depressed in spirit. Hearing the advice, he pulled his clothes tightly together and went back to the house to keep warm.

Underwear is not produced here. The cold wind just blew past, and his crotch felt extremely cold, causing his scalp to tingle.

Just as I curled up in bed, the boy's voice came in from outside.

"Aunt, I'm back!"

"Keep your voice down, my dear, he just went to bed." Liu He spoke softly.

However, the wall was sound-permeable, so Rong Xi could hear it clearly.

Liu Zishi was in the process of voice change, so his voice was rough and unpleasant. "Aunt, I caught a few crucian carps in the river and will stew them for you tonight."

There were no top-quality ingredients at home, so a few fish were considered a delicacy.

Rong Xi did like to eat fish, but after observing for several days, he found that the cooking methods here were mostly steaming, boiling and roasting, while stir-frying and braising were extremely rare. This was because the iron smelting technology was backward.

The custom in the Wei Dynasty was to have two meals a day. It was not yet 3 p.m., and his stomach was already rumbling, making it impossible to sleep. Thinking of Mr. Liu's cooking skills, Rong Xi had no choice but to get up and go to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, a sturdy young man was killing fish with a knife. When he saw Rong Xi coming, he immediately stood up, put his hands that smelled of fish behind his back, and said with a silly smile, "My dear, why did you stand up? This place is dirty and messy, be careful not to stain your clothes."

"No problem."

Rong Xi ordered him to continue cleaning the fish belly, and said, "I once had a delicious dish in the capital. Would you like to try it?"

Liu Zishi loved eating. In his mind, the delicacies that even her husband could not forget must have a taste that was beyond his imagination, and he immediately felt his mouth watering.

"My dear, what kind of delicacy is this?" He had a delicate appearance, which was very different from his sturdy body. At this moment, he squatted and looked up at Rong Xi with round eyes, which was actually somewhat cute.

The fish belly was quickly cleaned. Liu Zishi simply rinsed it with well water before putting it on a dish.

Rong Xi took it and washed it twice more himself.

Liu He happened to be coming back from collecting firewood. Seeing this, he dropped the firewood, knocked Liu Zishi on the head, and scolded him, "You lazy slave! Why are you making your husband tired?"

Liu Zishi covered his forehead with his hands, looking innocent, but his height and strong body made it difficult to feel any sympathy for him.

"Don't blame me, Mr. Liu. I am bored and disturbing you." Rong Xi put the fish on the plate and said, "If you have green onions, ginger, and coriander at home, please find them for me, Mr. Liu."

When Liu He saw how skillfully he modified the knife, his eyes widened and his beard stood up because of the trembling of his facial muscles.

I have only heard of Lang Jun's ability to get into trouble in Beijing, but I never knew that he is so skilled in cooking.

After spending several days together, Liu He gradually realized that the criticism of his husband in the capital was somewhat biased.

Although Rong Dalang's appearance is not stunning, he has a quiet and gentle temperament, is friendly to others, and has no bad qualities at all. Moreover, as the son of an official, he is proficient in cooking, which is really pitiful.

Liu He originally wanted to keep Rong Xi away from the kitchen, but seeing that Rong Xi was enjoying it, he couldn't bear to disturb him and had to go look for auxiliary ingredients.

Having lived by the water since childhood, Liu Zishi ate a lot of fish, but they were all cooked by Liu He, and the taste was only acceptable.

Never before had the fragrance from the kitchen been so fragrant as it was now, making him feel as if he was drifting away without knowing where he was.

The fish was steamed and placed on a plate. Rong Xi poured hot oil on it and placed the prepared shredded green onion, ginger and coriander on it. A flavorful steamed crucian carp was freshly cooked. Even Liu He, who had seen a little of the world, couldn't help but smack his lips in delight.

The overbearing aroma made Liu Zishi's eyes red. His mind was not on frying the pancakes, his eyes always drifted to the delicious food on the plate.

But Rong Xi felt regretful about this. If red pepper was added, the color and taste would be more delicious. However, there was no red pepper in Dawei, so he could only settle for the next best thing.

That night, the three of them ate a few crucian carps and a few pancakes. They ate until their mouths were full of oil and their stomachs were bloated. They were quite satisfied.

"Mr. Liu, can we burn charcoal in winter?" Rong Xi laughed with difficulty and took a walk under the corridor to digest the food.

Liu He was repairing the torn window paper and sighed when he heard this.

"My dear, Linxi is not like the capital, charcoal is expensive and hard to buy."

Before he finished speaking, Rong Xi already understood his meaning.

Minister Rong was determined to teach Rong Xiwang a lesson he would never forget, so apart from the several large boxes of books he brought with him, he did not even give him a copper coin.

Apart from Liu He's monthly allowance, the ancestral home had no other income. With his meager monthly salary, he could not afford the food rations for three people, let alone burn charcoal for heating.

During the few days of recuperation, Rong Xi had read books on the history and geography of the State of Wei. As a senior researcher, his memory was far superior to that of ordinary people, and it was not difficult for him to remember everything he saw.

The book mentions that Mengshan County in Qingzhou is rich in black stone, which is flammable.

The abundance of coal mines was nothing surprising in the eyes of people at that time, but to Rong Xi, it was a priceless treasure.

The Great Wei Dynasty seldom used black stone. The reason for this might be that the production cost of black stone mining was too high, which made the price of black stone remain high.

Only the royal family and a very small number of dignitaries can afford to use black stone.

Moreover, the coal they burn is mostly in the form of coal balls or coal blocks, and the combustion efficiency is low. If it can be improved, it will definitely be a revolutionary change.

"Mr. Liu, are there any charcoal merchants in this town?"

Liu He thought he wanted to buy charcoal for heating, so he pasted the window paper and replied, "There is none in the town, but there is one in the county."

Most of the charcoal sold by charcoal merchants is wood charcoal, which is much cheaper than black stone. Only a few black stones were given as gifts to officials in order to establish relationships with them and gain their protection.

Of course, Rong Xi was not asking these questions for the purpose of buying charcoal.

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The protagonist has a golden body, not a golden finger, hahahaha