The encounter with the Xu family girl was just a small episode in Zhang Yi's life.
He didn't think he would meet this pretty little girl again. After returning to the Taoist temple, Zhang Yi quickly returned to his previous peaceful life.
He gets up every day, does Tai Chi several times to move his body, and then tinkers with his affairs in the house.
If you have money in Taoism, you can buy many things.
What Zhang Yi paid most attention to was the alchemy room.
The external alchemy skills were passed down from Longhu Mountain to see the family. Zhang Changshang left some alchemy books to Zhang Yi, which were also directly passed down from Longhu Mountain.
It's just that the alchemy book is obscure and difficult to understand, and there are secret formulas in it. If it weren't for the master's oral instructions, I guarantee that you would know every word in it, but you wouldn't be able to read it even if you read it.
But Zhang Yi didn't care about the contents of those alchemy paths. He built this alchemy room just to facilitate him to make something.
On the other side, Zhang Yi also asked Deng Zhongxiu to find workers to dig a third-level septic tank in the Taoist temple, preparing to create a cleaner and hygienic environment. Living well in this difficult era has always been Zhang Yi's goal.
If you want to ensure that you live a good life and get halva, you cannot escape the words clean and hygienic.
Ancient people went to the toilet. Unless you were an emperor or a nobleman, that toilet would make people doubt their life.
This Qingxinguan toilet is naturally nothing like the toilet in the noble master's house, and it is not even comparable to the one in Longhu Mountain.
Zhang Yi covers his nose every day when going to and from the toilet. It's one thing to stink, but is this thing unhygienic?
Hygiene is not a life-threatening matter in future generations, but in this era, it is likely to cost people's lives, especially a child of seven or eight years old, who cannot withstand the torture of infectious diseases.
A single episode of diarrhea can send you away!
After going down the mountain, Zhang Yi decided to make life easier. Many of his ideas could not wait to be realized.
A toilet with a flushing function can improve your little happiness.
It is not difficult to achieve this goal. Just build a small water tower and a toilet. With the template provided by Zhang Yi, find a private kiln to burn one... As for the sewer pipes, there is no problem. They were unearthed in the Tang Dynasty. The cultural relics prove that the ancients had mature pipe-making technology for a long time, and Zhang Yi did not need to be specifically taught.
However, if you want to satisfy your own life, what you need most is...money!
"Are you going to run out of money?"
Zhang Yi frowned after listening to Deng Zhongxiu's report that day.
He remembered that he had obtained almost 400 taels of silver from Zhang Changchang and the Chang Mansion. Adding in the supplies Huang He gave him, these things totaled 500 taels of silver.
In the early Ming Dynasty, this amount of money was roughly equal to the three-year salary of Liu Bowen, who was later conferred the title of uncle. How long did it take for him to be a genius before he was gone?
Deng Zhongxiu had no choice but to explain:
"Junior brother, you spent a hundred taels of silver just to have the thing called the toilet custom-made by your master. This does not include the money for the pipes... plus the materials for alchemy and medicine that you purchased, one medicine is enough for you. The shop is not as expensive as you... This is the list, you can take a look at it!"
Deng Zhongxiu handed the list to Zhang Yi. He glanced at it and his eyes almost went dark.
It seems that I spend my money really fast, but there is nothing I can do about it.
In addition to spending a fortune on custom-made porcelain, Zhang Yi also spent a lot of money on other things. Among other things, he bought a lot of garlic these days, but the progress of research on allicin is not satisfactory. Although the technology is There is no problem for Zhang Yi, but finding the right garlic species requires time and wealth.
The tools for extracting allicin, as well as the preliminary preparations needed to bake these things, are all expensive things.
Unknowingly, Xiao Taoist Temple fell into an economic crisis.
"Junior brother, our Taoist temple is not very prosperous, and it is difficult to even maintain food and clothing, so we need to leave some money for food and prepare charcoal fires for winter..."
Since Deng Zhongxiu experienced what happened in the Chang Mansion, he was very respectful to Zhang Yi.
He now also assumes the responsibility of managing the Taoist temple. Deng Zhongxiu is responsible for all the money expenditure of the Taoist temple.
Zhang Yi has a headache. He has not yet figured out how to make money. He is burning money very quickly. Unfortunately, he is a bit unlucky. He has not found a suitable garlic species for allicin. If this antibiotic can be made, Rijin Doujin is no longer a dream.
But now if you want to continue to maintain your research, you must find a way to make money.
But where to start with the first pot of gold? As a time traveler, Zhang Yi actually has a lot of cards in his hand, but as a Taoist priest, it would be difficult for him to operate directly without the help of others.
After thinking about it, Zhang Yi found that he still needed to find a collaborator to monetize his knowledge.
While he was thinking, there was movement outside.
"Where are the people? It's broad daylight at the Taoist temple, and there's not even a single person to greet you?"
Deng Zhongxiu and Zhang Yi were stunned when they heard this. They were very familiar with this voice.
"Master is coming to the capital!"
Deng Zhongxiu left Zhang Yi behind and hurried outside, but he happened to bump into Zhang Changfang.
"Master!"
"father!"
Who is the visitor if it’s not Zhang Chenggong?
After not seeing him for nearly two months, Zhang Yi found that his father had become a little thinner, and there were also gray hairs on his temples.
Although the average life expectancy of ancient people was low, Zhang Changsheng is less than forty years old this year!
It seems that after returning from the capital, Lao Zhang was indeed depressed and unhappy.
Hearing Zhang Yi call him dad, Lao Zhang turned to look at his son with a complicated look on his face.
Immediately, he said hello several times, walked over and patted Zhang Yi heavily on the shoulder.
"If one day we, Longhu Mountain, regain the title of Heavenly Master, you will be indispensable!"
Zhang Chenggong whispered to Zhang Yi in words that only the father and son could hear. Zhang Yi saw his red eyes and sighed slightly.
Wanting to take back the title of Heavenly Master is probably just Zhang Chengfan's fantasy.
No one knows Zhu Yuanzhang better than him. If you want to change the emperor's will, you can't just donate a smallpox vaccine.
But rather than letting Zhang Changsheng live in guilt and self-blame, and die early due to inner demons, it is better to leave him in his thoughts.
"Father has decided to go to the palace to meet the saint?"
"There's no rush. His Majesty the Emperor doesn't have time to see me right now. I'll see your Uncle Huang first. But you're very good... Everyone on Longhu Mountain appreciates your love!"
"Father, I'm out of sight!"
When the father and son communicated with each other, Zhang Yi felt that there was a pair of eyes that pierced his back like a thorn in his back.
He turned around and found that Zhang Changsheng had brought some people with him when he came to the capital this time.
There was a small figure among them, which stood out among the crowd.
"Brother!"
The joy on Zhang Yi's face comes from the heart. Although there is an adult soul living in his heart, Zhang Yuchu, as his elder brother, is sincere in his affection and care for him. Zhang Yi also recognizes this big brother in his heart.
He left Zhang Changcheng behind and prepared to hug his elder brother.
Who knew that Zhang Yuchu’s face was full of grief and anger:
"Zhang Yi, you are going too far. I will fight with you..."
