Chapter 878: Walking Thousand Miles Away
Yan Shirong was curious, so he went over and took a few pictures. He turned them around in his hands three times but couldn't figure out what she was drawing. He held his forehead and asked someone to put them back for her. He couldn't help but ask, "Why is Xinbao interested in this again these days?"
Yuan Shenjue smiled and said, "Maybe it's because she feels a little relieved."
Yan Shirong was just saying it casually, but was stunned by what he said, and then suddenly realized.
Yes, that's right! ! Before, Xinbao had always been involved in herbal medicine. This was her "main profession" and the basis for her to protect her family in addition to her ability to predict the future.
Even if you encounter something else, just take a look at it on a whim. After a detour, you will return to medicine. After all, you are serving medicine.
Until now, when she was playing with the Baojun car and focusing on her business, she really "forgot" about medicine temporarily and played and made trouble like a child, doing things that interested her.
Seeing her shaking her head and humming a little tune, Yan Shirong felt embarrassed and choked up, and whispered, "That's great."
This is great. It’s really great.
Forget about those unhappy past events, just be our spoiled little darling and grow up happily!
Yan Qingshan also looked at the little girl for a long time before turning to talk to Emperor Mingpei: "Father, that Xie Wenkai has made several very rare weapons. Why don't I take Xinbao to have a look?"
Xinbao is a very reasonable person. When she saw with her own eyes that Longxiongwei could not find any problems during the examination, she figured it out on her own and felt that her worries were unreasonable, and then she tried to convince herself.
By the same token, if she sees how powerful Dayan’s weapons are, her fear of foreign invasion will probably be reduced a lot.
Emperor Mingpei rejected it outright: "No need, I will take Xinbao with me."
"Let's wait a few more days," Yan Shirong cleared his throat and said, "I've only tried it a few dozen times, and I don't know if it's safe or not."
"Nothing." Emperor Mingpei motioned Fang Wuyou to hold the box on the table to them. "This is what Zhiyu just brought this morning. It's a telescope. Take a look."
As long as you understand the principle, it is not difficult to make a telescope. The telescope that Xu Zhiyu brought was a monocular one, carved from wood. The shape of an eye was thoughtfully polished where the eye was placed, and there was also a handle at the bottom for support, which was very beautiful.
After Yan Shirong heard Yuan Shenjue tell him how to use it, he took it out to try it out. Yan Qingshan also quietly took one out to try it out.
After a while, the two came back. Yan Shirong smiled and said, "That's good. There is such a thing. Let people pick a suitable place and go watch it."
As he spoke, he stroked the snow foam on his body: "It's snowing."
Emperor Mingpei nodded: "The day has come."
Xinbao's prediction is that starting from the fourth day of December, a heavy snowstorm will continue for twenty-seven days.
Today is already the third day of December.
Beijing is close by, so it will also be affected. It started snowing today.
And for the people in those places, this means "it's finally here."
Around the early morning of the fourth day of December, the snow suddenly became heavy. With his good hearing, Hao Huashi could clearly hear the sound of snow falling on the branches while lying on the couch.
When I opened the door in the morning, I saw a world of ice and snow. The snow on the ground was more than an inch thick, and clumps of snow were still falling continuously.
After lunch, people in every village and town would beat drums and gongs to call people out to sweep the snow, especially on the roofs. People could not be lazy and had to sweep the snow every day, or even twice a day. If there was no strong labor at home and they could not climb high, the village would send people to help sweep the snow.
Snow in other places should also be cleared in time. In short, the area should be kept in a state where people can walk normally.
Hao Huashi went out for a walk and villagers from far and near greeted him with smiles on their faces.
If it had been any other year, if there had been such a heavy snowfall, especially knowing that it would last for a month... the whole family would have been worried to death and cried their hearts out.
But now, everyone has a thick cotton-padded jacket, every family has a warm kang and walls, and they have stored up piles of firewood and coal. Not to mention, the women in the family have also received "wool" to knit socks at home. Even if one is clumsy, one can knit one or two pairs a day, and earn three cents for a pair. Although it is not much, with such income, they feel at ease.
How should I put it? I feel that even though we suffered a disaster, life seems to be better than in previous years.
After Hao Huashi walked a long circle, a thick layer of snow fell on his body.
When he was in public, he maintained the graceful demeanor of a god's disciple. As soon as he entered the yard, his whole body relaxed instantly and he jumped and danced, patting the snow off his head and body. He then scooped a handful of snow from the tree and in two or three strokes, he fashioned a little girl with two small buns on her head, standing obediently on the tree.
Hao Huashi looked at the little girl, curved his eyebrows, and tilted his head like she usually did.
Oh, I miss her so much.
He rushed into the house to write a letter to his young master.
This can be considered as a sign of worry for the young master. The letters written to him every day are much more substantial than those written by the master to the young master in the past. He really gives instructions from beginning to end, and his worry is so reassuring that it is both funny and heartwarming.
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Now that it is snowing, it will be easy for problems to arise when sending letters from the capital to here, so he has to write letters to the capital frequently.
As the snowstorm began, news from here was also being sent to the capital at a rapid pace.
But to Xinbao, what the little disciple wrote was a letter, and what the little disciple reported was the truth, so every time he wrote a letter, he would show it to Father Yeye and his brother.
The three of them didn't say that they had already seen it, they just took it seriously and read it again.
Hao Huashi's letters were written in a simple manner. He was also very good at writing, and he would write about them every day, covering a wide range of details. He wrote about all the small details, which made them particularly touching.
If he had some knowledge, he could have composed a hundred poems. Unfortunately, he was illiterate like the young master, so he had to rack his brains to come up with a couplet, so everything he wrote was... It rained for a whole day and night, from midnight to 11 p.m.
It only rained for two days in the capital before it stopped. There was a break of two or three days, and then it rained again for a day and a night.
After a few snowfalls, Li Tingfang really experienced the magic of Baojun cars.
It's stable, warm, and bright, and you can see the scenery outside. It's so cool.
So in addition to the two poems he had written as a demonstration, he wrote several more poems, which made the court officials wailing with envy. Even when Xu Zhiyu entered the palace, he said with a smile, "When will the carriage go on sale, Your Highness? I will buy one even if I have to sell everything I have."
Xinbao refused with a clear mind: "Not selling now, because the technology is not mature yet, so this is just a test drive. We will make a lot of them and sell them only when they are mature."
She also noticed a detail and corrected him: "A Baojun car is not pulled by a horse, so you can't say buy one, you have to say buy one."
Xu Zhiyu smiled and responded, saying, "Your Highness, I have an idea. If the Baojun carriage is to be improved, can it be made bigger? Because Your Highness is going to sell it to the rich and powerful, such as some high-ranking officials, or the women in the family, who usually have to bring people with them when they go out, so it is best to have seats for servants and maids. Otherwise, servants can ride horses, but maids are more troublesome. It would be a bit strange to have a carriage behind the Baojun carriage."
Xinbao thought so too, so he nodded, "You are right."
She immediately wrote a letter to Xiang Xiaojun and assigned a task to Xu Zhiyu on the spot: "When you are free, go find these senior officials, their mothers and wives, in short, all the potential customers of Baojun cars, and ask them what opinions they have and what changes they hope Baojun cars will make next. You can write them down and summarize them here, Xinbao, take a look."
Xu Zhiyu responded repeatedly.
After everyone else left, Xinbao remembered something and ran after them, saying, "Xiaoyu."
(End of this chapter)