Jia Rong couldn't understand what Sister Feng meant, and felt a little itchy. It's like making some kind of puzzle game, and it's a pretty cool one.
Then he gently put his hands on Wang Xifeng's shoulders, pushing, taking, pressing, and pinching.
Hmm~~
Um? Brother Rong thought he had misheard, and looked at Sister Feng's face carefully while pressing her finger.
With every exertion, Sister Feng's head would rise slightly, and at the same time she would make a slight humming sound from her mouth. This sound reached her ears, making Jia Rong's blood boil and her mouth go dry.
A series of faint humming sounds repeatedly stimulated Jia Rong's fragile nerves.
Brother Rong's breathing became rapid, and suddenly he felt his hand touch the skin of Sister Feng's neck. The button on Sister Feng's collar broke because Jia Rong used too much force.
I was so careless!
Sister Feng's voice must have even affected his hands, so much so that his fingers were a little unruly. I wanted to take my hand out, but my fingers were free to reach towards my neck and towards my collarbone.
Close!
Close!
Just when Brother Rong felt that his fingers were about to completely brush through Sister Feng's neck, Sister Feng's majestic voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "That's it for today."
Jia Rong suddenly took out his hand and hid it behind his back with a guilty conscience.
A drop of cold sweat fell on Brother Rong's cheek, right between Sister Feng's eyebrows, and a crystal white lotus bloomed.
Sister Feng stood up quickly, took out the silk handkerchief she carried and wiped the lotus flowers off her forehead. Her expression seemed completely unaware of Brother Rong's rude behavior just now.
Instead, he looked at the sweat on Jia Rong's face and said dissatisfied: "It's useless, even if you give me a hammer, it will make your head full of sweat. Wipe it yourself."
After saying that, Sister Feng threw her silk handkerchief into Jia Rong's face, and said: "Wash the handkerchief clean for me. When I come here one day, I will smell your stench on it, and I will not let you go." you."
"I will ask the maid to clean it later and send it to my good aunt."
"The maids' hands are not serious, you can wash them yourself." Sister Feng said sternly, and then asked: "How is the portrait?"
Forehead……
Jia Rong was sweating again, the sequelae of the fright had not yet passed. I thought to myself that only human figures were drawn on the drawing board, and the Arhat bed was only framed by lines. Sister Feng wouldn't think that I was fooling her, so she said, "Give Rong'er a few days, even if I stay up all night, I can draw it for Aunt Feng."
Sister Feng glanced at him with a cold face and said, "I'd better leave your evening time to your wife. When I have some free time, you can continue painting."
Sister Feng left, walking almost step by step. The lights were turned on in the courtyard, and they wanted to keep Sister Feng and Lin Daiyu to have dinner at Ningguo Mansion, but they were rejected.
Early the next morning, Brother Rong took a few boys out of the house and headed towards Zhuangzi outside the city.
The clinker from the first furnace of the cement kiln has been ground into powder. Today it is time to verify the finished product.
Jia Rong still felt an inexplicable excitement in her heart when she thought about seeing familiar things in this world. It is often said that there are three joys in life: the night of flowers and candles in the wedding room, the time of being named on the gold medal list, and meeting an old friend in a foreign land.
The appearance of cement is almost as joyful as meeting an old friend in a foreign land for Brother Yurong.
Maybe a random person would only think that such things are sparse and ordinary, but in Jia Rong's eyes, cement is proof that the world he once had was real. Everything in that world, everything familiar, whether things or people, are real.
It’s just that it’s hard to see anymore.
Now that cement has appeared, Jia Rong has another familiar thing in this world. This thing is different from sketches and paintings, and has never appeared in this world before, which means that future generations will not be able to avoid the name Jia Rong when writing the history of cement development.
No matter how cement develops in the future and various types of cement are created, Jia Rong cannot be avoided. Unless there is something that can completely replace cement in the world many years from now.
On the way to Zhuangzi, Brother Rong kept urging the horse driver to go faster and faster.
"Where is the cement? Take me there quickly." He couldn't wait to see what the world's first furnace of cement looked like. He didn't wait for Zong Cheng and other craftsmen to say hello, and ignored Brother Qiang's greetings. He only thought about the cement.
"Is this it?" Brother Rong rushed into the mill and saw a pile of green ash on the ground. When you touch it with your hands, you can see that it has an obvious fine grainy feel, which is not as delicate as cement in the previous life.
He frowned slightly. The grinding technology in this world was not good. It would be difficult to make cement as delicate as in his previous life.
"Brother Rong, it's not over there, it's the half-finished product that needs to be sharpened again." Brother Qiang came over and asked the craftsmen to move out a wooden box.
Jia Yun said: "The powder grinding project is huge. Tian Zongcheng and the others burned several furnaces, and then the powder that Brother Rong said was less than 20%. The rest is the half-finished product in front of me, and all need to be re-grinded. Grind.”
"Thank you for your hard work." Brother Rong gently patted the dust off his hands. He remembered that cement dust is harmful to human skin and respiratory tract, and he regretted forgetting to mention it to them. He quickly asked: "You all wore masks and handguards when grinding?"
"Brother Rong, don't worry. Zong Cheng and the others are all experienced craftsmen. They will naturally notice these things." Brother Yun replied.
Jia Rong frowned because he saw several workers lowering their heads. He sighed: "I was negligent in this matter. I forgot such an important thing and almost harmed you."
After saying that, Jia Rong bowed to everyone.
"Brother Rong, what are you doing?" Jia Qiang and Jia Yun quickly came up to pull him away.
A craftsman who dared to accept his courtesy immediately fell to his knees.
Although Jia Rong is not a good person, he goes to the club KTV every day and knows all kinds of services. How can he be a good person? But he is not a bad person, let alone a bad person. Seeing the craftsmen kneeling on the ground, I felt extremely complicated.
It was because of his negligence that he knelt down for this small favor?
Brother Rong quickly pulled up Zong Cheng, who was the leader, and asked everyone to get up. He said with a complicated expression: "All craftsmen will receive an extra month's wages, and those who are injured will also receive medical expenses."
Zong Cheng said quickly: "We are all rough-skinned and thick-flesh savages. We don't have so much money. If we get this stuff on our hands, our hands will feel a little burnt. It's no big deal."
"Do as I say." Jia Rong looked at the smile on Zong Cheng's face and thought to himself, he is really a little cutie who doesn't mean what he says, no, he is always cutie.
"Thank you Master Rong for your kindness." As he said this, Zong Cheng was about to kneel down again, but luckily Jia Rong quickly stopped him. I don’t know where this gift comes from. I think even in the royal palace, people have never knelt down since ancient times.
What a fucking bad etiquette.
"Don't do such false etiquette in this Zhuangzi from now on. I don't like it." Jia Rong waved his hand and said to Jia Qiang and Jia Yun: "In the afternoon, I sent someone to Shenjing to bring some linen and silk yarn to make hand guards with linen." , a small mask made of silk yarn that can cover the mouth and nose. From now on, everyone who is close to the kiln must wear a mask and hand protection."
