Chapter 109: The 109th Day of Wanting to Die

Yin Zhuo quickly denied it.

"Father Emperor, why do you think so? If you change your perspective, when the Longevity Festival is well organized, won't you become a wise ruler who enjoys the happiness with the people?"

Yin Zhuo also gave him a thumbs up.

Kangxi held his hand unhappily and said, "You have also learned how to draw cakes? If you mess it up, will I become a tyrant?"

Yin Zhuo promised: "Don't worry, Father Huang, with Xiaoliu here, nothing will go wrong."

Kangxi didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a moment, knowing that it was Xiaoliu who was drawing cakes for him, but he was still very pleased.

"Xiaoliu is sensible now and can handle things."

A lot of thought went into this Longevity Festival, and Xiaoliu met a lot of people inside and outside.

His second elder brother Fuquan and fifth younger brother Changning were also asked to do the work and were responsible for the main tasks. After all, there were some things that were difficult for Xiaoliu to handle alone, so these two people became errand boys for Xiaoliu.

Now he has been completely subdued by Xiaoliu.

Even as a brother, he doesn't mean as much as Xiaoliu in their hearts.

Yin Zhuo immediately drooped his shoulders and said weakly, "Your Majesty, you don't know that I only do brain work and can't handle things."

[I can't resist at all, don't even think about asking me to do the work! ]

Yin Zhuo wailed madly.

Kangxi was convinced. Who did Xiaoliu resemble in this character?

He thought that Concubine De was also an ambitious person.

Including Fourteenth and Fourth, each of them had their own ideas in mind and they all wanted to make their presence felt in front of him like crazy.

This little guy just wants to hide away, as if he's afraid that others will pay too much attention to him and know how capable he is.

Kangxi tapped Xiaoliu's head and said, "Alright, stand up straight. It's not good for a prince to shrug his shoulders."

"Like a second-rate person."

Yin Zhuo replied in a nasty tone.

Kangxi's expression changed suddenly.

Yin Zhuo ran away: "I was wrong."

"Stop right there!"

If this hadn't happened outside, Kangxi would have wanted to hit him on the butt with a shoe to see what he would say. A prince actually said that he was like a second-rate person.

Yin Zhuo ran and begged for mercy: "I was wrong, ah——"

Kangxi couldn't help it, so he went over and grabbed his ear, panting and laughing: "Are you still going to run? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

Yin Zhuo saved his ears and tucked behind Kangxi, then whispered, "Their jokes are just jokes, my father-in-law. Who told you that you are my father-in-law?"

Kangxi felt very relieved when he heard this and nodded: "That's right."

Yin Zhuo wanted to laugh.

[Huh, huh, can't I control you, an old father who lacks love? ]

Kangxi's hands trembled and his face was filled with embarrassment.

What does Xiaoliu mean by this?

He is lacking love.

This is complete nonsense.

He shook off Xiaoliu's hand, put his hands behind his back, and strode forward.

He doesn't lack love at all, not at all.

Xiaoliu is just talking nonsense and making up rumors about him.

If other people heard this, I don’t know what they would say.

Yin Zhuo was confused. Why was the emperor so gloomy again?

[No wonder there are no ghosts in the Qing Dynasty, only Qing Dynasty zombies. Walking on the street, ghosts are scared to death. It is said that the clothing of the Qing Dynasty has a weird beauty. ]

But it's still a little scary to take a sudden look at it.

He was already looking forward to the grand occasion of the Longevity Festival.

[It would be great if I had a camera, I could draw the scene at that time, it would be great evidence for cultural relic research.]

Kangxi felt that Xiaoliu was calling him an old zombie. He looked down and saw the bright yellow vest. Where was the gloomy aura?

Xiaoliu just has no vision.

He thought that if Xiaoliu wanted to paint, it was fine. There were foreigners in the capital who were good at oil painting, and the characters in their paintings were very lifelike.

Even Emperor Kangxi was quite shocked at that time.

Some of his sons studied oil painting, and the third son did quite well.

Now Xiaoliu probably doesn't know that the third brother has this skill. Let him discover it slowly. Kangxi doesn't want to interfere in the affairs between the brothers.

Kangxi slowed down his pace, and when Xiaoliu didn't catch up for a long time, he said unhappily, "Why don't you come over here quickly?"

Yin Zhuo frowned and shook his head where Kangxi couldn't see.

[My father is in menopause and it’s really hard to take care of him. It’s not good if he walks too fast or too slow. It’s so hard for me. And why didn’t he take a car after leaving the palace? ]

Kangxi was very upset. He deliberately didn't take the car. Xiaoliu should exercise more and walk more.

"It's at the door in front. Everything you want is inside. I heard they have already started working on it."

I don't know what the improved bicycle will look like.

Kangxi was a little impatient, and seeing Xiaoliu looking anxious, he went over, grabbed his wrist and took him away.

Yin Zhuo was forced to jog, and when he arrived at the place, he saw a brand new bicycle.

There is also a wheelchair on the other side, and the wheels are also covered with tires.

Yinzhi has been guarding here for a day. He will come over to guard as long as the work is done.

Now seeing the Emperor bringing Xiaoliu over, he was also very excited: "I've met the Emperor, Xiaoliu, come quickly, try this car."

Yin Zhuo tilted his head and stood still.

"Third brother, wait a minute."

[Hmm... I feel like something is wrong. What is it? ]

As soon as Xiaoliu's thoughts came out, Kangxi and Yinzhi looked at each other, and Yinzhi immediately took a breath of cold air nervously.

Standing next to Xiaoliu, I also looked at this bicycle and thought it was good in every way.

It's perfect.

To be honest, he tried it and found it was indeed much lighter than the previous one.

Kangxi went to take care of the craftsmen, and handed this matter over to his two sons.

He was curious about other uses for rubber.

And how are the round wheels made and put on the outside of the bicycle?

Kangxi, unable to contain himself, left.

As soon as he left, Yin Zhuo felt that everything was strange.

He was a little confused. Did these people really think that simply putting on a rubber ring would be enough?

But to be honest, Yin Zhuo was still surprised. After all, he was already very satisfied that such a thing could be made just by using molds instead of machines.

But this is too weird.

"Well, Third Brother, what are the advantages of having rubber wheels?"

Yinzhi thought for a moment, then immediately replied, "It's easy."

Yin Zhuo nodded: "Yes, it is light, but my purpose is to replace the wooden wheel. But now there is a layer of rubber on the outside of the wooden wheel, which is completely useless."

“Yes, it worked. I tried it.”

Yin Zhuo was so angry at his honest and naive third brother that he didn't know what to say.

"It's just a little bit light, if that's the case."

Yin Zhuo was struggling to draw and gesture.

"You mean inflatable?"

Yinzhi's brain stopped working.

After it's inflated, won't it become flat again when people sit on it?

Also, how do you inflate it?

Yin Zhuo found that his third brother was definitely not cut out for this job. He talked until his mouth was dry, and the young masters beside him understood what he said and started to work.

Yin Zhuo was still explaining to him why an inflated tire could carry a person.

"So, the air in the tire is compressed together to form pressure, and then the friction of the bicycle is forward, and the kinetic energy and internal energy of the person are converted into frictional kinetic energy that propels the bicycle forward?"

After Yinzhi repeated this passage, he felt that he could no longer speak.

What the hell is this mess.

Yin Zhuo was also confused by his words and started to explain physics to him.

He put his hand over the third brother's mouth and pointed at the two masters working nearby: "Stop talking and watch them do it."

"You can't finish it today. The current wooden brackets must be replaced with iron ones, and the two layers of rubber tires must be inserted into them."

Yin Zhuo never imagined that he, a liberal arts student, could become a master craftsman.

"Iron?"

Yin Zhuo thought for a moment and said, "No, it's not iron, it's steel. It's harder to rust than iron and lighter than copper."

Yin Zhuo clapped his hands and stood up, his eyes sparkling as he asked, "Where's the Emperor?"

How could he forget the most important thing, which is steel!

"As the saying goes, man is iron and rice is steel. If you don't eat for a meal, you will be hungry."

Yinzhi had question marks in his mind, how did it have to do with food again?

"The Emperor went next door."

They are studying how to give rubber plasticity.

The master craftsman was still asking Yin Zhuo, "Sixth Prince, do we still need to find a blacksmith to come over?"

"Of course, bicycles are made of iron."

Now most of them are made of wood.

"Study it for yourself."

Yin Zhuo has explained it to them so much, they will definitely be able to do it.

The royal family does not keep idle people. If they cannot do the job, there are plenty of people to take their place.

Yinzhi followed Xiaoliu curiously.

He was already confused by Xiaoliu's theory of converting internal energy into frictional kinetic energy.