In Zhu Biao's view, there is no hope at all for what Han Du wants to do now.
The trouble now is that Han Du doesn't think so, he just doesn't give up, and still uses this method to embarrass himself.
Zhu Biao deliberately didn't want to see the memorial left by Han Du, but when he thought about his father's evaluation of Han Du's memorial last time, he felt like a kitten scratching his heart and couldn't help but be curious.
The memorial that Zhu Biao read made him couldn't help but be amazed, especially after Han Du explained everything one by one, he was even more impressed. It can be said that there are several new books in front of him now. To prevent Zhu Biao from reading them is like letting a veteran of flower bushes see the peerless beauty without letting him get his hands on it; letting an old gourmet who loves food see a large table of supreme beauty. Delicious food, but he was not allowed to eat it.
Slowly he sat up and picked up a memorial. He was holding the memorial so lightly just now, but now he was holding it in Zhu Biao's hand. He felt it was very heavy.
Zhu Biao did not want to be fooled by Han Du and wanted to restrain himself from going to see the memorial. But at the same time, a voice was shouting in his heart, "It's just a look, what's the point of not daring?" The worst thing is that after reading it, no matter what questions you have, just don't ask Han Du to answer your questions, right? As long as he doesn't go to him, then he has no reason to help him. In this way, even if he saw it, Han Du couldn't do anything about him. '
To watch or not to watch? This is a difficult problem.
In the end, Zhu Biao couldn't control his curiosity and slowly opened the memorial. While opening it, I was thinking that Han Du's last memorial was praised by his father. Maybe that was Han Du's peak. Learning is like writing poetry. How can we write eternal quatrains every time? No, learning is even more difficult than writing poetry. Many people will never be able to write even a few words in their lifetime.
If these memorials are of the same standard as the last one, then how capable is Han Du to be able to do this?
impossible things!
After doing this self-comfort, Zhu Biao opened the memorial much more quickly.
"On the Revenue of the Crown and the State"
Zhu Biao's eyes lit up when he saw a few big characters. This was indeed Han Du's style. Even the name was the same as the last time.
Hmm~ Somewhat weird-looking.
At the same time, these words also made Zhu Biao feel nervous, "Han Du couldn't really write something as profound and knowledgeable as last time. If this is the case, wouldn't it mean that I have fallen into his trap?" ? '
So delicious!
Although Zhu Biao was still resisting in his heart, his eyes were already shining and he began to browse word by word.
After Zhu Biao finished reading, he came back to his senses.
I lamented, I took all precautions, but I still fell into Han Du’s trick! The memorial is a good memorial. The various examples, angles, and theories in it all gave Zhu Biao a sense of enlightenment. He was like a traveler traveling in the fog who suddenly saw the light of a lighthouse.
But at the same time, more and more doubts emerged in his mind, which made him go crazy because he was already standing at the door of Kuai Laoyuan, but he couldn't get in. He was so frustrated that he was going crazy.
Rubbing his forehead, Zhu Biao felt that Han Du's memorial was poisonous, and he threw it back on the desk.
Um? When did I pick up another book?
When he felt that he touched a new memorial, his splitting headache disappeared instantly. Not only that, Zhu Biao also felt that his mind was extremely clear now, as if he was preparing for a big battle. .
This time Zhu Biao opened the memorial without hesitation, intending to read it first before talking about it. Anyway, reading a book is reading, and finishing is reading, as the saying goes, "If you have too many debts, you don't have to worry; if you have too many lice, you don't need to itch." '
As for what to do when Han Du needs to solve his doubts?
Uh~
I don’t have any good ideas, but the boat will be straightened out when it reaches the bridge, and we’ll talk about it then.
...
In the days that followed, Han Du worked as an errand like a normal person.
And Zhu Biao never summoned Han Du again.
On this day, Mr. Huang came to report. "Sir, the roadbed at the coal mine has been completed according to your request. When will you go over and take a look?"
Han Du thought about it in his mind. Although the words took a long time, he thought that the craftsmen in the banknote bureau were very busy. They could build the road bed with limited manpower. Those craftsmen had already done their best, so he thought Nothing was said.
He nodded and responded: "Now, let's go and see together."
"Yes." Huang Lao replied.
At the Banknote Bureau, although the cotton was already in place, the printing of new banknotes was temporarily stopped because Han Du had not yet prepared the potion for making cotton pulp. The production of cement and steel-making in blast furnaces are all being watched by sunspots. Therefore, Mr. Huang, the leader of the craftsmen, used to be very busy, but now he is free and has time to accompany Han Du to the coal mine.
As for why Han Du didn't start preparing potions after the cotton arrived, Han Du naturally had his considerations in mind.
These days, even Zhu Biao can't help him because of Princess Anqing's matter. Han Du suddenly discovered something, that is, whether he was making cement or making steel in a blast furnace, strictly speaking, these things belonged to the imperial court.
If Lao Zhu was thicker-skinned, maybe it would be necessary. With just one order, Han Du can control none of these things.
This is the result of Han Du's inexperience. It was obviously something he came up with, but in the end it became the property of the imperial court. As for Lao Zhu spending money to buy skills from him, Lao Zhu felt it was unnecessary and was just teasing him.
If you want to prepare a good potion, you must use glassware, because only glassware can make some of the things Handu needs.
Originally, glass smelting was just a matter of Han Du's words. He had already prepared the ore rails for the coal mine, and then started to let the banknote bureau make glass. After all, the Banknote Bureau has a ready-made kiln and has experience in firing cement, so firing it is much more convenient.
But now he has changed his mind. Naturally, the glass still has to be fired at the Banknote Bureau, but he is not ready to tell others the formula. Only he can know the formula of the glass.
Han Du now wants Lao Zhu to surrender, so naturally the more chips he has in his hand, the better.
The two came to the coal mine.
Han Du looked at the road under his feet, which was only one meter wide. It was completely incomparable to the thirty-mile road next to it that led directly to the capital, both in length and width.
But Han Du's expectations for this road are no less than that one.
After checking carefully along the roadbed, Han Du nodded. "Are the rails and everything else ready?"
Mr. Huang nodded and replied: "Everything else needed is ready, but there are still a few rails that haven't been transported yet. I think they won't all be shipped until dark tomorrow. After all, this rail only weighs 500 kilograms, which is still a bit too heavy." , even with the newly built cement roads, it is not easy to transport. If it were before, we would not even think about being able to transport the rails."
Han Du listened and said nonchalantly: "It's okay. If it's not easy to transport, just transport it slowly. It takes time to lay this thing anyway, so don't rush. The most important thing is, don't get bumped."
The most important thing about a rail is the flatness of the rail surface. If it is deformed by a bump, then the rail is considered useless.
Mr. Huang nodded and said that he had remembered everything.
Next, Han Du began to instruct the craftsmen to lay the track.
Han Du worked tirelessly for several days before instructing the craftsmen to lay the track. Fortunately, God has been kind to him in the past few days, and the sky has been clear every day, so everything went smoothly for Han Du. If it rained, it would probably delay him a lot of time.
But this also had a disadvantage, that is, after a few days, Han Du suddenly realized that he seemed to be tanned by the sun.
The track laying was completed, and the two tracks, which were slightly yellowed because they were painted with tung oil, had a different kind of beauty in the eyes of the craftsmen.
This is something built bit by bit with their hands. Standing next to this track, I don't know why, but my chest is filled with a feeling that is strangely related to this track.
Everyone gathered around Han Du. Among them, Mr. Huang rubbed his calloused palms and asked, "Sir, what should we do next?"
"Next?" Han Du glanced around with a smile on his face, then turned back to look at the track in front of him, and said pointedly: "Next, of course, I will try to see if it can work."
"It can be done! It can definitely be done." These craftsmen were even more excited than Han Du. They said in unison without waiting for Han Du to try.
After hearing this, Mr. Huang waved his hand and said, "Quick, pull the thing up."
The craftsman who received Huang Lao's order quickly went to the opposite side.
Handu designed the track into a loop, which was laid from the mountainside to the side of the cement road, and then continued from the other side back to the mountainside, forming a closed loop. After the mine cart is filled with coal ore on the mountainside, it can be put down directly. After the coal ore is unloaded next to the cement road, it can be returned to the mountainside through the other side of the track.
To this end, Handu also designed a winch with pulleys on the other side to pull the empty mine car.
With the stirring of the winch, an empty mine cart was quickly pulled up.
The craftsmen began to quickly weigh the coal ore and pour it into the mine cart. The mine cart was soon filled about two-thirds of the way.
Huang Lao then signaled the craftsman to stop and stop pretending.
Seeing this, Han Du thought for a while and ordered: "For the first try, load a little more and completely fill the mine cart."
Hearing this, Mr. Huang hesitated and asked: "Sir, for this first try, is it appropriate to pretend less? When you are done, you can pretend more."
This is a common problem among people at this time. Because of the lack of supplies, they cherish things more.
