So far, everything Li Qinzai has done has been passive.
As soon as he crossed over, he was faced with the punishment of being exiled thousands of miles, so he had to invent the divine arm bow to save his merits.
The Zheng family was stabbed in the back, so they were forced to design Kua Fu to chase the sun. In this era when good men are not ashamed, Zheng Feng might even take advantage of him.
Later, due to lack of money, my father cut off my allowance, so I was forced to invent the facial mask, which my mother renamed the facial mask.
In the end, when faced with Gao Qi's group of dandy boys actively seeking trouble, Li Qinzai chose to throw them to the ground and let their father take care of them.
Everything was passive. Li Qinzai reflected on his recent life and found that trouble always came to him. His fate seemed to be cursed.
What kind of divine physique is this.
In his second life, Li Qinzai actually didn't have any ambitions, and of course, he didn't have any ambition. He just wanted to live his life lazily and quietly.
The point is, don't be so tired.
Because I was too tired in my previous life.
Why does a person who has nothing to do with the world and has no desires and desires have so many troubles come to him?
After returning to the mansion, Li Qinzai reflected on himself three times and decided that he wanted to reorganize his life.
"Reorganization" means to create the most comfortable living environment for yourself. Everything is based on the principle of being convenient for yourself and being able to lie down and never sit down.
Simply put, be lazy and reach new heights.
Li Qinzai did not dare to mention it to his family after returning home that Gao Qi and a group of dandies were drugged and stripped naked.
He had sworn a poisonous oath on Xue Ne's dog's life, so taking responsibility for his friend's life was called righteousness.
Besides, with Li Siwen's violent temper, it's hard to say whether he would chase him all over the yard if he knew what he did last night. After all, the nature of this matter is so ridiculous...
Returning to his bedroom, Li Qinzai ordered his servants to prepare pen and ink, then closed the door and worked until midnight.
Early the next morning, Li Qinzai came out with a stack of drawings and asked his servants to call the carpenter and blacksmith to build it with materials according to the dimensions marked on the drawings.
The servant held the drawing, blinked a few times, agreed, then turned around and handed the drawing to Li Qinzai's mother, Li Cui.
After a while, Mrs. Li Cui hurriedly came to Li Qinzai holding the drawings.
"My son has strange thoughts again?" Mrs. Li Cui rubbed his head happily.
There was a height difference between mother and son, so Li Qinzai squatted slightly, trying to let his mother rub him as smoothly as possible.
"It's not a fancy idea, just some furniture, kitchen utensils, etc. that are convenient for me to use." Li Qinzai said with a smile.
"Furniture and kitchen utensils?" Ms. Li Cui lowered her head and looked at the drawings carefully.
I don’t understand. Li Qinzai’s painting skills are really not up to par.
"If my son wants to find craftsmen to make things in the future, he should first tell his mother, who will help you find craftsmen in his own village."
"Why?"
Li Cui poked his head: "Everything you drew is a secret recipe. Do you understand the secret recipe? You put a lot of effort into making it. The divine arm bow you drew before was randomly found by a craftsman from the Arms Supervisor. The secret recipe It almost leaked out that one’s own goods are cheaper than others, which is a waste of money!”
Li Qinzai smiled bitterly and said: "That's not the case. The child just writes and draws casually, how come he has a secret recipe..."
Li Cui said categorically: "Writing and drawing as we please is our own property, no one else can see or touch it!"
When her tone changed, Mrs. Li Cui said softly: "Last time you made the divine arm bow, your grandfather also spoke. From now on, no matter what you draw, it will pass through my mother's hands first, and then give it to you." Your father and your grandfather will take a look at it and finally call in your own craftsmen to make it, and you will never allow the secret recipe to leak out of the house."
Li Qinzai seems to have realized something.
When he first invented the Divine Arm Bow, he was just trying to save himself. Li Qinzai didn't think it was that great.
Besides, Li Ji's reaction was quite dull. Li Qinzai thought that he had just made a slight improvement on contemporary bows and arrows. Although others praised him, he didn't necessarily pay much attention to it.
Until today, Li Qinzai suddenly realized that perhaps the people around him valued the drawings he drew more than he imagined.
A bow and arrow with twice the range should be more than just an "improvement", it should be a disruptive innovation.
No wonder Li Ji paid so much attention to the drawings he drew. Strictly speaking, it is a military secret only because of the divine arm bow.
Mrs. Li Cui rubbed Li Qinzai's head happily and said with a smile: "Come, tell me what you have drawn and what is their use?"
Li Qinzai had no choice but to point to the drawings and explain one by one: "Mom, this thing is called a 'chair'. My child can't bear to sit on his knees, so he thought it might be more comfortable to sit on a chair in the future."
Li Cui nodded: "I can understand this thing. It is somewhat similar to a bed. The bed can be folded and contracted. It looks much more solid than the bed, and it has more things to lean on."
Li Qinzai went on to explain: "This thing is called a 'reclining chair'. As the name suggests, it is used for lying down. In winter, it is moved to the front yard to bask in the sun. It is very beautiful."
"This thing is called the 'Eight Immortals Table'. It is used with stools. There is no need to separate meals when eating. The whole family sits around the table, and the atmosphere is more lively. The disadvantage is that it is not guarded. If anyone in our family has an infectious disease, we only need to eat together and the whole family will be happy." Everyone was wiped out."
Li Cui was startled, then pinched his waist bitterly, and said angrily: "You are talking nonsense!"
Then he pointed at the strange thing on one of the drawings and said, "What is the name of this thing? What is its use?"
Li Qinzai glanced at it quickly and said: "Oh, this thing is called the 'black pot'. It is specially used to shirk responsibility. Whoever is unlucky will be blamed. The child has a deep understanding of the use of this thing..."
Mrs. Li Cui was stunned for a long time before she heard the immorality in this sentence. She was so angry that she pinched him again and said, "Speak carefully!"
"Okay, this thing is called an 'iron pot' and it is used for cooking. After the blacksmith builds it, I will make some stir-fry dishes for my mother. I guarantee that they will taste better than the dishes we steam and cook now."
Li Qinzai introduced the drawings one by one, and most of the drawings were daily utensils.
After thinking about my death three times last night, Li Qinzai decided to reorganize his life. Since it is reorganization, the quality of life cannot be bad.
Chairs, stools, tables, iron pots, etc. are all arranged. The original intention of doing all this is to make your life lazier and more convenient.
Li Cui flipped through the drawings one by one, and the more she looked at them, the more surprised she became.
"My son really has amazing ideas! Fortunately these things didn't leave the house, otherwise I don't know who would have taken advantage of him."
Li Qinzai was stunned: "Is this considered a strange idea?"
"Of course! When something is made, our family will be the first to share it. If my family likes it, I will prepare one for them in each house and courtyard. Then we will make more and sell them in our own shop. It will be another sum of money. Progress!"
The drawings were carefully folded, Li Cui poked his head vigorously, and said angrily: "Fortunately, my servant ventilated me first, otherwise the secret recipe would have been leaked to you, and those shady craftsmen found outside Can you trust me? My son is very capable, but his problem of being a prodigal has not changed!"
Li Qinzai lost his temper and said feebly: "It's all up to you, mother. I'll do whatever you say. But first, I'll make a set for the baby. The baby is waiting to use it."
Li Cui was finally satisfied. After putting away the drawings, she rubbed his head vigorously and messed up his hair like a cat.
"My son is a great talent and is becoming more and more promising! Remember, if you have new secret recipes in the future, be sure not to ask outside craftsmen. Show them to my mother first!"
After saying that, Mrs. Li Cui turned around and left, looking like a domineering female president.
After walking out of the room, Mrs. Li Cui did not leave in a hurry. Instead, she called her servants together for a lecture.
"From now on, no small piece of paper is allowed to be leaked out of Fifth Young Master's bedroom. You must keep an eye on Fifth Young Master at all times. Anyone who dares to leak my son's secret recipe drawings will have his legs broken and his family will sit down together. !”
The servants and maids responded in fear.
After Mrs. Li Cui said that, she turned around and left, leaving the servants looking at each other in trepidation.
In the bedroom, Li Qinzai looked anxious.
He really wanted to ask his mother, what if he was the one who leaked the secret recipe? Will his legs be broken?
I vaguely remember that yesterday he told Xue Ne the secret recipe of Mongolian sweat medicine...
