Drawing inspiration from the principle of a gas-powered lamp, a pot of ordinary charcoal can burn all night without any backflow of smoke.

"This type of stove also dissipates heat faster than ordinary stoves."

"If your room is less than three zhang (approximately 10 meters) in size, it is not recommended to use it."

To put it bluntly, it's an item for wealthy people who own big houses.

"How much silver?" Xiao Yuanshuang was very tempted and couldn't help but ask.

Although the Yue Kingdom is warm, it is actually colder in winter, the kind of cold that will chill you to the bone no matter how many layers you wear.

She needs this stove.

With the whistle with half a jiao (0.5 yuan) on it, she thought the stove couldn't be too expensive.

Unexpectedly, the introducer stood there, hands at his sides, smiling, "Ten thousand taels of silver per unit."

"No purchase limit, but limited quantity, only three units in stock."

Ten thousand taels?

"Why is it so expensive?"

Xiao Yuanshuang's entire fortune was only two million taels, which she had already invested in her future.

Every extra tael of silver spent now will have to be reimbursed upon returning home.

Just then, a voice suddenly came from beside her, "Make money well, it's not expensive."

Xiao Yuanshuang turned her head and saw Murong Yue dressed in casual clothes.

Murong Yue's skin was as white as snow, her eyes sparkled, her hair was styled in a peach blossom bun, and she wore a pure gold hairpin, which made her look extremely dazzling.

For some reason, Xiao Yuanshuang saw in her an aura of peace and prosperity.

The other person's eyes seemed to ask: Is this expensive? No, it's not expensive. Can't you afford it?

Xiao Yuanshuang was so angry that she turned around and left.

This is outside, and it's obvious that Murong Yue is traveling incognito, so it's fine for her not to bow.

Murong Yue was speaking from the heart. Didn't this person just casually give away a million taels of silver?

She had no idea how much a million taels was, but a hundred was probably more than a million.

Why do people think 10,000 taels is too expensive now?

Watching the other person leave in a huff, Murong Yue shrugged.

That's none of her business.

Murong Yue has no shortage of food or clothing; she's just here to join in the fun.

The Ministry of Industry's open day lasts only one day.

This is the Ministry of Works, not a market day, and we're not really here to make money.

One purpose was to benefit the people, and the other was to set an example and show the public that the government values ​​the invention and manufacture of machinery.

You can do it yourselves.

Once it's done, we can sell the idea to the Ministry of Industry.

As for how to make money later, that's another matter.

Therefore, the Ministry of Works of Qing Kingdom is the only one among many countries that has a balanced budget.

In some countries, the Ministry of Industry relies entirely on funding from the Ministry of Revenue.

After touring around, Murong Yue became quite interested in the food street outside the Ministry of Works.

She wanted to try everything, no matter what it was.

She skipped her classes at Baoguang Hall just to watch the spectacle today. Such a sacrifice deserves several good meals to make up for it!

The warm winter sun shines on this street, where people are bustling about and smoke is swirling.

The sounds of hawking and shouting filled the air.

Li Xuanji stood in a restaurant near the Ministry of Works, watching His Majesty munching on candied hawthorns from afar, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

Qi Yuan looked at A Hao.

Ah Hao was constantly busy, paying for His Majesty's affairs and fetching his things.

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Looking at His Majesty again, he sighed, "Grand Preceptor, when will His Majesty recover?"

"Now, the ministers are probably aware of this."

Li Xuanji pondered for a moment, "I wrote a letter to Lan Family Fort and asked my master to pass it on to the Emperor Emeritus and the Empress Dowager."

"His Majesty is in trouble, and the Qing Kingdom needs them to stay and oversee things."

"But I haven't received a reply yet."

Qi Yuan blurted out, "Could something have happened?"

"Uh... I misspoke, please don't take offense, Grand Preceptor."

As a member of the Imperial Guard, it was instinctive for Qi Yuan to be cautious in his words and actions. Just now, all he could say was that he was looking at A-Hao, and the peaceful atmosphere around him gave him a moment of relaxation.

I finally spoke my mind.

Li Xuanji lowered his head, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "It's alright."

"The Emperor Emeritus and the Empress Dowager are both intelligent and skilled in martial arts. They will be fine. Lord Qi need not worry."

"Yes, sir."

After eating and drinking her fill, Murong Yue strolled leisurely toward the palace.

Only when looking at it from the outside did I realize that the high walls I saw every day were actually palace walls, used to protect myself.

She had always thought it was the outer wall of the human base.

Feeling inspired, she put her hands in her pockets and decided to take a walk around the palace wall.

Ah Hao and some guards could only follow along for one round; having just eaten so much, they considered it a way to digest their food.

The palace walls are really high.

Did my mother ever live here?

"Hao, have you ever done anything interesting?"

Murong Yue suddenly asked a question.

Ah Hao tilted his head and thought for a moment, "When I was little, I did a lot of interesting things with His Majesty."

"Speak, speak."

"This servant has raised hedgehogs with you, fished, ridden horses...hehe..."

For some reason, Ah-Hao couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What?"

Murong Yue was also very curious about her childhood. Wasn't she always a zombie?

Or is Ah Hao talking about what happened before he became a zombie?

At that time, I should still be a human being.

"Your Majesty, those are all things of the past. It would be an offense to your ears to speak of them."

“Say, Ah Hao, you are a good person.”

Murong Yue's face was full of sincerity.

Ah-hao took a deep breath.

"One night, there were many stars in the sky. The Emperor Emeritus and the Empress Dowager were drinking wine in the pavilion."

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