Tuning the early Tang Dynasty

It's a pity that my plan failed to come true, because another more important matter related to human life needs me, a time-traveling youth with the mission of changing the world, to do it myself.

Ding Ding Ding Dang Dang is in full swing, sweating like rain, steaming, what a lively scene.

"Master, it's time to go home." Fang Cheng looked at the sky, and then dragged me again.He glared at this guy: "Why panic, it's not dark yet, wait a minute, my iron smoke pipe hasn't been finished yet."

"Master, don't you have bamboo charcoal for heating at home? Why do you have to?" Fang Cheng couldn't understand the inventor's persistent and fanatical heart, and he didn't understand that he was a future traveler who didn't want to be smoked to death in Tang Dynasty by carbon poisoning. With that urgent mood, he ignored this bodyguard who only had muscles in his head. [

"Don't old man Zhang, you have to slow down, don't knock my iron tube flat." Turning around, I saw blacksmith Zhang holding up his sledgehammer, and he was about to go down on the iron hammer that had just been rolled into a tube, and quickly hit it drink.

"Hehe, Master Fang, don't worry, the old man has been ironing for decades, isn't it just a tin box, you can let the old man rust a flower on this iron box." Old man Zhang was very dissatisfied with my treatment of him. Technology is skeptical.

"All right, all right, can't you trust me?" He looked down at this old man who likes to show off, didn't speak, squatted on the small bearded stool, and continued to watch the performance of the blacksmith and their two apprentices.

Sparks flew everywhere, and just after he yawned, Blacksmith Zhang finally stopped the hammer: "It's done, Master Fang, let's see if it suits your mind."

The iron pipe with a thickness of about two or three millimeters and a length of about three meters has been formed, and the rolled seams have been knocked together by the blacksmith. The elbow has been made yesterday, and I made a gesture. Yes, yes. , although there are some gaps, but it's not a big problem, just stuff some rags into the gaps.

"Second young master, who is this?" Fang Shen stood at the door of the house staring at the things of the two carriages in a daze, muttering for a long time.

"Uncle Fang, these are all good things. From now on, our family won't be afraid of death due to carbon poisoning." He happily patted Fang Fear on the shoulder, sprayed his saliva on his face, and it was obvious that the corners of Fang Shen's eyes were twitching.

Forget it, ignore him, with a big wave of his hand, the servants called out from the mansion by Fang Cheng rushed towards the two carriages like wolves.

Under the astonished gazes of the maids and servants in the mansion, I set up the stove in the back hall where my family used to stay, and asked Fang Cheng to hang a few ropes on the beam: "Hang it higher, I Damn, it's higher, it's not for people to hang themselves, it's for hanging smoke pipes, you make a hole in the lattice, don't you know the diameter of the pipe? It's just the width of the pipe on the lattice from the round hole"

After dinner, the eldest brother kept walking around the iron stove, not knowing what he was doing, but my mother's reaction was quite normal, and she kept praising me as worthy of being her son, and that I was a child prodigy.

The third younger brother, Yi, seemed to adore me as the second elder brother. He was rubbing his saliva against me, and his elder brother was screaming.

The old man pretended to be dismissive, glanced at the book, sneaked a glance at the stove, glanced at me again, and then read the book again. I really don’t know if the old guy is practicing his eyes or what?

"Not bad, this thing is good, but it's too hot." The eldest brother squatted by the stove for a long time, wiped the sweat from his forehead, returned to the couch and sat down, and said to me. "Father, this thing is not bad. Although the house is tightly closed now, it doesn't have the sour smell of carbon gas in the past. My hands and feet are not cold." It seems that my eldest brother still supports my new invention, hehehe.

"Hmph, I've been idle all day long, I don't want to recuperate my wounds at home, so I can make some more." The old man couldn't find a word to describe my coal stove for a long time, so he gave me an angry look and continued to read his book.

"Look at you, I don't know what kind of happiness is in my heart, but why is my mouth so stiff?" Mom covered her mouth and smiled.Turning back, I opened the hand that was pinching the third brother's face: "Bastard, he is your brother, treat him like dough."

"No, I just think the third brother is really cute." He laughed dryly, and I was revenge for the little kid who wiped my body with saliva.

On the contrary, the sister-in-law was kind enough to hug the uncle and smiled gratefully at the sister-in-law.

The old lady has always been vigorous and resolute in housework. The next day, I asked me to put the coal stove in the back hall into her and father's bedroom, saying that I would try it. On the third day early in the morning, my mouth became hot The mother who made the bubble asked me to order again. Soon, the bamboo charcoal consumption at home fell at the speed of the stock market crash, and the whole family gathered around the coal stove all day, humming and chatting. , what I hate the most is the iron stove whose hearth is red-hot. My mother seems to think this thing is easy to use, so I put it in the back hall three times in one breath. Fanned.In the end, when the whole family voted to protest, my mother reluctantly reduced the three stoves in the back hall to two stoves.

I don't know whether it was my mother who discussed the benefits of coal stoves with the wife of a certain country, or the old man mentioned this thing to his colleagues after the court was over. Friends came to start work together, and the whole street was full of clanging noises. [

I only recuperated at home for a day, and was treated as a small foreman by my mother. I wandered around the house all day, teaching the servants how to install, how to ventilate, and how to use. There is no way, the firepower of the coal stove cannot be completely wasted. The advantage of this is that every day when the people in the house get up, they have steaming hot water to wash their faces and mouths.The servants looked at me from the usual weirdness and gradually became normal, with a hint of admiration, and whispering their ears is no longer a question of how stupid Young Master Fang is.And Ludie finally got better, regained her vitality and gossiped with a group of little girls in the yard about how smart I, the second young master, was, which made me very gratified.

"You also tinkered with this thing?" Li Shu began to show an almost numb tiredness towards the weird thing I developed.Just like now, she is lazily sitting on the soft couch near the coal stove, wrapped in a fiery red fox fur, which makes her bright wrist holding the chastity pen to copy the text more white, and her slightly raised eyebrows The corners, the light lip color, and a stretched coquettish attitude make people feel happy.Several high-ranking juniors frequently shifted their gazes here, and when they saw me sitting next to Li Shu playing chess with Li Zhi, their strong resentment was hotter than the temperature of the coal stove.

The Zhenguan pen is my chicken feather pen. This girl actually used my invention to present it to her emperor's father. She shamelessly said that she made it by accident. It became popular throughout Chang'an, and it got a very elegant name: Zhenguan pen ancestors, you are so rigid, this is a complete plagiarism of my hard work, this is a blasphemy of intellectual property rights, and this is the most terrible thing for inventors. After a few times of objection, I could only hold back my grief and indignation, and half-and-half accepted the consistent money handed over by this girl on the spot, as a fee for sealing and intellectual property transfer.

"It doesn't count, just raise the carbon basin and add a chimney. I'm four nines. If you lose, give me money!" The bastard said nonsense every day, not afraid of being exposed.

"Brother Jun, can you keep the accounts?" Li Zhi's eyes were very sad, and he threw the cards in his hand on the table, and the money bag on the table, and almost flew away with a gust of empty wind.

"It's good to write here. His Royal Highness Li Zhi owes a hundred dollars to Liang Minfang Junfang's legacy." He quickly took out the account book and handed it the Zhenguan pen. It was all written by the three brothers and sisters of the Li family. Wow, hahaha

"Returning the good people to the good people like you, I'm afraid Chang'an will not be at peace?" Li Shuyong lazily leaned on the side of the couch, speaking in a nonchalant manner.

For this little lolita's words, the young master looked at it directly, a manly man, don't care about the film with a little girl, coughed twice, and at Li Zhi's request, the radio version of the blockbuster time is up "Today, the story I want to tell the young master is"

"Excuse me, please?" A hoarse and magnetic voice sounded not far away, the radar moved oh no, my head moved.

A woman with light make-up was standing beside me pretty, with a quiet and gentle smile on her wheat-colored face with blush frozen by the cold wind, and a pair of clear eyes, looking towards me.

Looking around, pointing to himself: "Are you calling me?"

"Yes, young master, can you step aside?" A slightly shy smile appeared on her smooth face, and a thin single fur coat completely showed off her bumpy figure. Buddha! Angelina.Oh my god, Julie's face, at this moment, my blood pressure soared to 190, my intelligence value dropped to 37, and my courage value rose to full.

"Please sit down." I moved my buttocks and squeezed our future emperor onto the horse.

"Brother Jun!" Li Zhi slapped his butt angrily and stood up, looking like he was about to explode.

"Five hundred dollars less" I didn't turn my head back, Li Zhi's anger immediately flew away, and he smiled happily.I put on the most kind smile, stood up, shook my gown, and stretched out my hand in a very gentlemanly way: "Miss, please."