The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

After returning home for a few days, Jiang Wenjie was still intoxicated with his extensive and profound "arithmetic", and was seized by the phenomena comparable to miracles.

The dandy who used to like a straight face became almost like the beggar on the street in just a few days.

I didn't have time to wash. I only slept for one or two hours a day. I spent the rest of my time studying arithmetic and doing some simple chemical experiments.

The white robe became wrinkled and consumed his mind for a long time, causing his cheeks to sink, his eyes were black and blue, and his eyes were frighteningly bloodshot.

At first, some servants came to persuade him, but Jiang Wenjie, who was disturbed, was surprisingly irritable. After driving all the servants away, no one was willing to come to the unpopular common son's courtyard.

"I haven't eaten a few meals... Forget it. When you go out to buy flint, have some by the way."

Feeling his shriveled stomach and recovering from his books, Jiang Wenjie only felt hungry and full of arithmetic knowledge. He couldn't remember when he had eaten the last meal.

Regardless of the sour smell of not taking a bath for a few days, Jiang Wenjie took the money bag, walked out of the room with soft feet, squinted at the sky, and the gloomy clouds floated on his head, saving him from the pain of suddenly seeing the light.

All he could think about was how to extract the white phosphorus highlighted by Mr. Qian Xia in the book. Jiang Wenjie didn't care about the disgust of passers-by running away from him with his nose. He bought two steamed stuffed buns on the road that he couldn't see at all, swallowed them, and then asked the ugly vendor where there were firestones.

"Flint? Go to the west market. Someone there should sell it."

Thanks to the vendor, Jiang Wenjie buried himself in the west market and forgot that Xun GUI's children always only went to the East market and didn't follow the rules of the west market.

He found a vendor who came to sell with a lot of flint on his back. Jiang Wenjie took out a few pieces of silver and threw them over. The vendor's face sank immediately after he caught it.

"Who are you? If the people dare to use official silver, they won't die!"

He quickly put the silver back into Jiang Wenjie's hands. The peddler said like a fly: "I don't want to meddle in my business. Either give me the copper or go away, or I'll report to the official!"

After being stunned for a long time, Jiang Wenjie's chaotic mind reflected that silver can only be used by dignitaries. Ordinary people and merchants have to go to the bank to exchange it for copper first. If you trade with silver, you will not be wronged if you are caught and beheaded.

"I'm the son of chaoyilang's family. I bought you something for your face! Put out your hand and press a seal for you. If you go to the bank to exchange copper coins, no one will be difficult for you."

The young master had a bad temper, and Jiang Wenjie didn't have a good tone. He took out his badge and looked at the stupid vendor impatiently.

"You, are you an official young master?"

After staring for a long time, the vendor saw the original material from Jiang Wenjie's dirty and smelly robe.

He sighed that the official's temper was really strange. The peddler smiled again. Seeing that the noble bought all his flints, he simply pushed the car back to Jiang Wenjie's house.

With the materials, his stomach was full. Jiang Wenjie plunged into the room again and lit the charcoal basin.

"The book says that when the flint is heated to 450 ℃, the white phosphorus can be separated from the flint, and when it is cold, it can condense into a light yellow wax..."

After shaking his head for a while, Jiang Wenjie said with burning eyes: "the most ordinary flint hides such a terrible thing as white phosphorus. Arithmetic is really the art of turning stone into gold!"

Concentrate on extracting white phosphorus under the simplest conditions. When the first wipe of white phosphorus appeared in the porcelain plate, Jiang Wenjie laughed wildly, and the whole person fell into a state of madness.

"Garlic flavor, really garlic flavor, sir, I took out the white phosphorus you said!!!"

With half a dance of joy, Jiang Wenjie decided to work hard and extract all the white phosphorus from the flint!

Strike while the iron is hot, more and more white phosphorus is put forward by Jiang Wenjie with simple facilities. Unconsciously, the closed room is filled with a strong smell of garlic.

When Jiang Wenjie felt dizzy, disgusted and frightened, his long-term tired body could only support him to run out of the door, stagger over and soak in the big tank of fish in the hospital, and he fainted.

"... no, the third young master's yard is on fire! Come and put out the fire!"

"Come on, come on! The fifth lady has entered the yard and her clothes are on fire! God, madam, madam, don't come here..."

The shrill scream of women, the panic running sound of servants, the overflowing thick smoke and strong heat wave awakened Jiang Wenjie, who had been in a coma for a long time in the fish tank.

Retching twice, Jiang Wenjie weakly lay on the edge of the tank and waved to the servant running back and forth with a bucket.

"Third young master, soak it first. Let's talk about it later!"

The servants who came and went didn't bother to pay attention to the young master who was "greedy for life and afraid of death". He ran away early and soaked in the water tank. The fifth lady didn't know what fire was burning. How could the fire still burn on her?

Good end, a charming beauty. At this time, she was burned more terrible than a fierce ghost. I really don't know what evil she did.

No one paid attention to himself. Jiang Wenjie smiled bitterly and shook his head. When he heard the scream of the women in the hospital, he could only bite his teeth and hard turn out of the jar. He had a dizzy rest for a while before he stumbled over.

"Soak her whole body in the water. She's covered with phosphorous fire. It's hard to put out such watering..."

Seeing that the servants turned a deaf ear to his words, Jiang Wenjie was angry from his heart. He couldn't help but grab a servant's bucket and hit it hard on the ground. He roared with all his strength: "I asked you to soak her in the water. Can't you hear me!"

"Do you have to wait for Wu Niang to die and let your father come back to punish you!"

No one wants to listen to the words of a young master without status, but it was not long before the five husband was taken into the house by the master. It was time to be favored. If they really died in front of them at this moment, they would have to suffer some boards.

In order not to let themselves suffer, the servants hurriedly carried the place where the fifth lady was not on fire, quickly threw her into the water tank, and then wiped their hands like touching something dirty, for fear that they would catch her too.

The weather in the imperial capital in early spring is still cold, and the water standing under the eaves in the water tank is even colder. Soaking in cold water, the phosphorous fire on the fifth lady was gradually extinguished. The coldness alleviated the burning pain on her body, and the scream slowly turned into a weak cry.

The servant girls who just avoided the five ladies like snakes and scorpions rushed over and cried to show their loyalty.

Jiang Wenjie was tired of looking at it and fell down in disgust. Suddenly, he saw a pair of legs in the corner.

"Come on, someone there should have fainted after absorbing the smoke. Go and drag him out."

When the two servants touched their noses and dragged the man's legs out reluctantly, the man couldn't bear to whisper and turned his body back to the front.

"Big, young master?!"