Mother nodded and said to Zhao Ping: "Since Ping'er himself said that it needs to be widely publicized, then it's better to advertise."
Zhao Ping didn't expect that he was showing off his coquettishness last time and now he was in a suit, and it was too late to regret it now.
Zhao Ping just had a grimace on his face, and suddenly there were waves of pain in his ears.
Zhao Ping had no choice but to cover his ears and beg for mercy: "Mother, I am thinking, let me think. Mother, if you pull my ears like this, there will be no inspiration for poetry."
It was okay not to say this, but Zhao Ping's ear pain became even worse after he spoke.
Amidst the laughter of Cuizhu, Lan'er and Miss Xia, Zhao Ping slowly recited the poem with a reluctant voice:
"Houyi's bow sounded and the golden crow fell, and the reincarnation of the immortal furnace was extraordinary. After nine turns and a hundred refinements, he wanted to achieve enlightenment and emit light to warm the world."
After finishing reciting the poem, Zhao Ping covered his ears and shouted loudly: "Mother, you can't compose poetry if you hold your ears open. This is all I can do today."
My mother recited it softly a few times, then nodded and said, "Although it lacks poetry, it is still appropriate. I'll let you go for now. If I'm perfunctory next time, I won't be lenient."
In front of a store in Zhaojiazhuang, the county seat of Changyuan County, dozens of people couldn't help but feel strange while looking at Zhaojiazhuang's advertising poem, which had a strong smell of copper, and at the same time looking at something like a thin barrel.
A fashionably dressed sister-in-law looked at it carefully and said to Zhao Di: "Mr. Sir, what are you doing? It looks like a bucket but not like a bucket. There is obviously water leaking down there."
Zhao Di said to the Chang sister-in-law: "It is a fairy stove. It can not only make a fire, but also cook rice, cook vegetables, boil water, etc. It is very convenient to have it."
The sister-in-law looked at it several times and asked in confusion: "How can this stove be used to cook rice and make fire with such a small stove?"
Zhao Di used pliers to clamp a black object with several flying wings, put it into the fairy furnace, and then lit a fire underneath. Soon after, the black object ignited, and the fire became more and more intense.
The sister-in-law couldn't help but feel strange and said: "It's really magical. There is no need to add firewood and there is no smoke. I wonder what the effect is?"
At this time, it had just snowed and the weather was still a bit cold, so the sister-in-law couldn't help but step forward to warm herself by the fire.
When she came to the fairy stove, she immediately felt much warmer. It was a completely different concept than the brazier at home.
Zhao Di put the kettle on it, and in just one stick of incense, the water boiled.
Then, an aunt hired by Zhao Di washed the rice and put it in the steamer. The rice was cooked in half an hour, and there was no need for anyone to stand by to add firewood.
It's really very convenient.
The same goes for cooking.
When my sister-in-law saw it, she could cook and do other things at the same time.
More importantly, it is relatively cheap. Of course, you need to spend copper coins to buy an immortal furnace and 500 immortal charcoal.
While the people were taking money to buy, a wealthy businessman from other places who came to buy fairy soap dressed as an official came forward and said to Zhao Di: "Mr. Lang, I will take care of all these fairy furnaces and fairy charcoal."
With no other choice, Zhaojiazhuang had no choice but to hire workers to expand production!
Good luck!
Zhao Yun was happy that his mother and Zhao Ping shouted: "Tell the mistress, tell the young man, Zhaojiazhuang can produce fairy coal."
Zhao Ping took the jet-black glowing coal and suddenly had an idea. Such high-quality fairy coal would be a tyranny to the gods if used as ordinary coal for cooking.
By the way, you can turn it into coke.
In the Cold Weapon Age, what had the most combat effectiveness was horses and sharp steel weapons.
There were no horses in the Song Dynasty, and they could only be improved through weapons.
However, the current steel production in the Song Dynasty did not meet the temperature requirements because the temperature could not meet the requirements. Impurities could only be removed by beating, which was not only ineffective but also extremely inefficient. It also placed extremely high demands on the blacksmith's forging technology.
But coke steelmaking does not have this problem!
It can increase steel production tenfold and a hundredfold. This is a deadly weapon against barbarians!
The Hu people had horses, and the Song Dynasty had weapons!
It is no exaggeration to say that it is an epoch-making technology and craftsmanship!
However, Zhao Ping only has a general understanding of the coking production process. In this era of underdeveloped technology, mastering the heating temperature and making a sealed coke oven is a very difficult technology.
But no matter how difficult it is, you have to master it!
It happened that the ten blacksmiths had not left yet, so they drew a schematic diagram of a sealed furnace, and then said: "There are three key control points for burning in this furnace. The first key lies in the sealing requirements, which cannot allow wind to enter. The second is the temperature control requirements. The temperature requirements are very high, and the walls of the coking chamber can withstand high temperatures. Thirdly, the control time requirements, different temperatures correspond to different times. The other is the cleaning of the fairy coal in the early stage and the cooling after coking. I don’t know what you are waiting for. Are you interested in Zhao?"
Many of the waiting people took the drawings and looked at them carefully while frowning and remaining speechless.
A man in his twenties, Daizhao, also looked at it carefully, asked Zhao Ping some detailed questions, then looked down at Zhao Ping and asked: "I wonder if I can try it, but there is no guarantee of success."
Zhao Ping raised his head and looked at the man named Xie Chen, who was in his twenties. Although he was young and had wrinkles on his forehead, and his sluggish movements made him appear dull, his face and eyes were filled with a determined expression. The head said: "It's nothing. Even if you fail, you are still waiting for the imperial edict. The time limit is within one year, can you see?"
When other people saw this, their eyes were full of envy.
At this time, Zhao Yun quickly came to his mother, bowed deeply again, then raised his head and said: "Mother, the fairy stove and fairy soap have already been advertised, and this fairy coal cannot be ignored." Then he lowered his head and made a gesture with his hands. The etiquette remained unchanged.
Zhao Ping saw that something was wrong and was about to grease his feet and move away when his ears started to feel pain again and again. Why did his mother do this again? He was her biological son.
Zhao Ping endured the pain in his ears while making a clear voice:
"It has been ten thousand years since the Golden Crow fell, and it is hiding underground to become an immortal. Burn yourself to give warmth and leave light to shine on the world."
The old lady recited again and said: "Why is it becoming more and more straightforward? Why did my mother make such a joke out of giving birth to you?"
Before my mother finished speaking, she suddenly heard a "bang" in her ears and immediately looked towards the source of the sound.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but look towards the source of the sound at the same time, only to see Zhao Jie suddenly kneeling on the ground, constantly chanting "Burn yourself to give warmth, leaving light to shine on the world", then fell to all fours on the ground, and the futou fell to the ground. No matter, he kept kowtowing his head, and then kept wiping the rolling tears with his sleeves, saying: "Thank God, my Zhao family is prosperous."
Zhao Ping and his mother were a little confused and looked at Zhao Jie together.
