Chapter 56: The Conspiracy Emerges [Second Update]
The head constable under the Jingyang County Magistrate hurried in with a cloth bag in his arms, shouting as he ran:
"My Lord is pregnant! My Lord is pregnant!"
The Jingyang County Magistrate, who had just sat down in the dining room and hadn't even started eating, turned pale when he heard these words coming from afar. He put down his chopsticks and a vein bulged on his forehead.
"Tie that troublesome thing in for me!"
"Ouch!" With a cry of pain, the heavily tied-up captain was pushed in and fell to the ground like a wriggling caterpillar.
"Sir!" He looked up and saw the man's expression, then changed his words decisively, "Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law is pregnant!"
When the magistrate of Jingyang County heard these familiar words, he became increasingly furious.
There's no such thing as happiness!
"I'll make you pregnant! You're pregnant!" He kicked the captain who had just stood up, and made him fall backwards.
"Be gentle, what if you kick him and break him?" A woman in brocade clothes came down from the dining table and pushed the Jingyang County Magistrate. "Hurry up and help the young master up."
The captain untied the ropes, snatched back the cloth bag he had brought with him, and quickly jumped in front of the county magistrate. "Brother-in-law, I'm not messing around this time. I really have good news!"
The magistrate of Jingyang County opened the cloth bag and found several black mud lumps inside, with holes in them made by someone who was not sure whether it was a wooden stick or a finger.
"Is this the good news you mentioned?"
The captain was very excited: "That's right! Brother-in-law, look, is this the honeycomb coal they mentioned?"
Honeycomb briquettes?!
The magistrate of Jingyang County wanted to retort, but when he thought of the importance attached to him by Xianyang, he decided not to miss any possibility.
"Have you tried it?"
The captain said, "This was brought in by a temporary worker at the coal mine. They say the village elders spent a lot of time and effort researching it, using a lot of crushed coal. One piece can burn for over half an hour, and it doesn't have the stench or smoke of a coal lump."
The magistrate of Jingyang County was worried, as his chances of promotion and wealth depended on this one chance!
"Is anyone still there? Please come in."
Li rushed to the county town with Nimei before dawn. After waiting for a long time, someone finally said: The county magistrate wants to see you.
…
When the news of the production of honeycomb coal came from Jingyang, Weishengxue was squatting in the yard of the craftsmen's workshop, watching them build the eighth type of kang.
Although she didn't know why there were so many finished products when only two drawings were given, the first few looked good when burned.
"This one has a hole at the end of the bed, so you can enjoy your food at night with the residual warmth from the kang, and you don't have to get up in the middle of the night to cook a midnight snack." The mason in the craftsman's workshop laid the last brick and drew a "mountain"-shaped grass leaf mark on it to indicate that it was a gift from an immortal.
Wei Shengxue looked at the row of kangs and asked, "Which one is the easiest to build?"
"This one." The bricklayer pointed to the simplest one without hesitation.
The materials used are the cheapest, the structure is the simplest, but the functions are the least.
Wei Shengxue immediately made the decision: "This one is for promotion."
For those who suffer from the cold, such complicated functions are not necessary, as long as they can keep warm in winter.
The kangs with various designs are exclusive to wealthy families.
At this moment, someone walked in quickly from outside the door, holding a sealed wooden box. "Immortal, the honeycomb coal has been taken out. Please check it."
Wei Shengxue directly signaled the craftsmen from the workshop to come and take a look.
"The workmanship is crude, obviously done by an amateur."
"Mix it with mud to increase viscosity, and drill a hole in the middle to make it easier to burn. What a clever idea!"
With this obvious advantage, even the rough and ugly appearance becomes cute.
The craftsmen who were already accustomed to the Daqin assembly line production quickly came up with various ideas for reform.
"It's too irregular and not convenient for storage. Why not make a mold and make it square?"
"Adding the pillars directly into the mold eliminates the need for drilling holes."
"What ratio can burn the longest, and what ratio uses the least material without affecting the result? These all need to be studied carefully."
A group of craftsmen huddled in front of the small wooden box, chattering about improvement plans.
Wei Shengxue stood aside and opened the tattered task panel. It showed [Task 6: Develop Honeycomb Briquettes]. The progress had reached 80%. They just had to refine the formula suitable for mass production, and then they'd be done.
I also collected the reward for [Task 7: Develop a Fireplace].
It was a big gift package of snacks, and you could tell at a glance that it was pulled out from the system's warehouse.
"Tong, your quest module is too simple. You should at least have main quests and side quests."
Wei Shengxue knew nothing about this world, and even if she wanted to find a loophole to gain merit, she had to see what she could encounter.
She was really not used to this kind of life where she had to solve problems as they arose.
"I've read in novels that when systems assign tasks, they tend to guide the host's efforts. You have to find tasks on your own, which is really like a different kind of memo."
The system was extremely irritated by her tone, but it was the truth and couldn't even find the words to refute her. It could only magnify the words "Special Mission" again and again and add some colorful special effects, which was very eye-catching.
Wei Shengxue didn't even look at it, and directly closed the task page, saying: "Wait until next spring, and I will go and place a clone for you."
As he walked out of the workshop, the wind blew in his face from the door, causing Princess Yangzi to shiver.
"Are you cold?" Wei Shengxue drew a warming spell on her outer robe. "Put on more clothes when you get home."
I don't know what stage the sweater has reached.
The system glanced at the record: [The pullover sweater is almost done.]
"So fast?!"
【It’s all about money.】
Wei Shengxue: ...very good and very powerful.
It is true that there will always be brave men when there is a big reward. The same is true for sweaters. A few days ago, it was still wool, but now the finished product is almost out.
Wei Shengxue tapped the panel and was satisfied to see that the progress of the merit pool had advanced a little bit.
Waiting for the promotion of the three-piece winter set, the merit earned will be at least 30,000 or 40,000.
One step closer to the great perfection of the golden elixir.
After the Golden Elixir comes the Nascent Soul, after the Nascent Soul comes the Spirit Transformation, Mahayana, and Tribulation Crossing, and after passing the Tribulation Crossing period, it is Ascension!
"Tong'er, after I ascend, I will be able to travel freely between the interstellar space and the world of immortal cultivation."
System: [Yes, but the amount of merit required to ascend... well, you know.]
Wei Shengxue was very optimistic. She believed that even with the scattered merits now, she could accumulate enough to reach the perfection of the Golden Elixir. In the future, she could expand the area of benefit and would not have to worry about not having merits.
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When the first snowflakes fell, a trend of wearing a sweater outside one's inner garments swept across Xianyang City, and various woolen products appeared in every corner.
There are fluffy balls of hair in the noble ladies' hair, woolen gloves covering the five fingers on the hands of the guards in front of the palace, and woolen sachets and woolen cords that some people have suddenly come up with.
This trend swept across Xianyang, and led to the spawning of many outsourcing industrial chains, such as female workers who took wool from wool workshops home to spin yarn, ash collectors who provided wood ash for wool processing, and carpenters who sold knitting needles to every household.
After the wool yarn production is sufficient, the excess will be sold in the renovated department store. It is not expensive. Three Qin half liang can be sold for a pound of raw wool yarn.
Of course, if you like something a little fancier and want colorful yarn, the price will be higher.
The original color is sold in large quantities and mainly targets the civilian market; the colorful one is sold in high quality and mainly sold to wealthy families.
"Less than two sheep's wool can be made into a piece of clothing." Princess Yangzi counted on her fingers and exclaimed in amazement, "The cost is really low."
Then he asked how much a pound of colored wool cost.
"A ball of colored wool costs half a pound and a coin is worth gold."
The price is not just several times higher, it is more than ten times higher.
The price was set by Wei Shengxue, and she accepted the look in her eyes that looked at profiteers. How can they make money if the premium products are not expensive?
“Things that are both beautiful and useful are always expensive.”
…
Zhangtai Palace.
Fengchang is reporting on the year-end winter sacrifice. Everything else has its own rules, but there is an additional immortal this year, and he is asking how to arrange it.
Ying Zheng knew that the other party would not participate. The last time he proposed to be appointed as the national teacher, he was rejected without hesitation. Fortunately, it was only said in private.
"The winter festival is an act of veneration for the ancestors, and it would be disrespectful for immortals to participate."
This means rejection.
Feng Chang understood what His Majesty meant and said nothing more.
It is not that it is disrespectful to the ancestors, but it is disrespectful to the immortals to let them worship the ancestors of the Qin royal family.
There has always been a tendency for the lower to respect the higher, and there has never been a tendency for the superior to worship the inferior.
However, we cannot just sit there and do nothing as if nothing happened. We still have to send out the invitations that need to be sent out.
When the post was sent to Changshengdian, it was rejected as expected.
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After the winter festival, the weather became colder, and heavy snow fell, dyeing everything between heaven and earth a vast expanse of white.
The green wheat seedlings emerging from Hualin Garden were also covered under the heavy snow, causing many old farmers who were familiar with farming to sigh and worry every day.
"My ancestors have been farming for generations, and I have never heard of wheat that can withstand the harsh winter. There are so many wheat seedlings. When this snow comes, they may be..." The old farmer, who had a rare moment of free time, leaned on the window to look out. The wheat leaves with green tips that he could see yesterday had disappeared under the layers of winter snow.
Even the rare warm room they enjoyed could not make them feel at ease.
Amidst the growing anxiety, some people who had been hiding for a long time emerged.
"Perhaps there isn't any wheat to survive the winter, and the guy up there is just using us to please his sweetheart."
"Don't say that casually. Have you ever used the tofu and bean sprout stone mill?"
"Those things are humanly possible, and they make some sense. But listen to me, is this about overwintering wheat? Is that even reasonable? If they really have that ability, why don't they just make the winter less cold?"
A man with a short stubble on his face glanced over at the bed against the wall. He muttered something, then clutched his stomach and cried out, "Ouch, ouch, my stomach hurts! It must be that jerk who secretly opened the window last night and made me freeze!"
He stood up, holding his stomach, and walked out, cursing, "Don't let Nai Gong catch him! Otherwise, I'll beat him to death!"
The person who secretly spread the news in the crowd looked back and saw that it was a familiar person. He raised his voice and said with concern: "Liu Ji, I have some mugwort ash in my room. You can grab a handful and soak it in water to eat. Keep it until this afternoon."
"Okay, thank you Brother Yang." Liu Ji responded with a smile, and his expression changed as he turned around.
After going out to check the direction, I walked into the wind and snow.
…
The person in charge in Hualin Garden at this time was Ji Tian Lingcheng, who was under the Minister of Grain. He was sitting on the kang trying out a new sweater knitted by his wife when he heard someone outside the door reporting that there was something important to report.
"pass."
Liu Ji shook his body, shook off the snow on his body, and saluted, "I am Liu Ji, the humble one, and I am honored to meet you, Your Excellency."
"Sir, there are rebels lurking among the farmers, trying to take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble!"
Ji Tian Lingcheng did not care too much about it. The patrol here was very strict, and even if there were really rebels, they could not do anything.
Liu Ji saw his disapproval and said directly, "Sir, they want to destroy the immortal species on a large scale and lure Your Majesty out of the palace!"
Ji Tian Lingcheng:? ? ?
Ji Tian Lingcheng:! ! !
He jumped up from his chair and snapped, "Do you know what you are talking about?"
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