Boom!
There was another thunder.
Hua Yi had no choice but to swallow the phlegm in his throat. After regaining his breath, he quickly took out three square-hole copper coins from his body and threw them towards the table.
The hexagrams he obtained six times in a row made him frown.
He is not divination for himself.
Since the divination of his coming to Beijing was a bad omen, and Tu Ling also made a divination, predicting a natural or man-made disaster, he stopped divinationing this matter.
The reason for this divination was that the direction of the thunder was exactly the direction of the Wenqu star.
I'm afraid that the talent will be greatly promoted.
Especially talented men like Xu Jidao and Ning Wuhuang, who are as famous as the reincarnations of Wenquxing, must be careful.
The divination result was indeed as he thought, which was not good for the great literary world. He divined another hexagram and asked for the reason. When he saw the "Thunder" hexagram, Hua Yi sighed.
"Time is also fate."
He opened the window and looked at the night sky outside. Due to his recent blurred vision, he couldn't see clearly, so he could only bend down and jump out of the window. This shocked the palace guards standing guard outside and quickly came forward to check.
"It's okay with me."
Hua Yi waved his hand, stepped on the corner of the wall, and flew to the roof.
He carefully observed the celestial phenomena, and while calculating with his fingers, he wrote down the weather that was likely to cause thunder or thunderstorms in the next half month.
"Twenty-five, twenty-nine, first day of the lunar month, fifth day of the lunar month, eighth day of the lunar month..."
I don't know if it's a coincidence or not.
It happens to be all concentrated before the tenth day of October.
Although thunder in autumn is rare in meteorology, he often observes the sky and records it, so he thinks it is common.
But the thunder tonight made him feel uneasy.
This uneasiness does not come from worrying about myself, but from worrying about others.
"Write a letter to Wu Yao and Lao Xu to remind them."
It is said that the respected Yuan Guoshi in Beidi had the ability to control the weather.
Although he didn't know whether it was true or not, he didn't think anyone could achieve such a miraculous level, but the world was so big and filled with wonders that it was always right to take some precautions.
With that said, Hua Yi jumped off the roof. After returning to the room, he deliberately copied down the days he just recorded and wrote down his suggestions.
It is best for Ning Wuyan and Xu Jidao to stay at home and not go out during these days.
If you must go out, pay attention to weather changes.
"Send these two letters to Princess Xian's Mansion and Xu Mansion."
…
Princess Xian's mansion.
Ning Wuhe didn't sleep.
Even though Zhou Jingxian asked him to be the hands-off shopkeeper, some things really couldn't be done without him.
As the saying goes: Have you never eaten pork and seen a pig running?
However, these craftsmen have never even seen a pig running. Many times they cast parts without knowing their function, so naturally they don't know where to start.
Ning Wuyang talked dryly for half the night, and finally made them understand that the furnaces for firing colored glaze, the tools for weighing ingredients, and the blowing copper pipes actually did not require many tools for ancient firing. The key was , it won’t be difficult, it won’t be difficult.
Furthermore, Loulan kept the secret recipe for making glass very secret. When everyone sees those crystal-clear colored glazes that are smoother than jade, they will imagine what kind of precision tools and clever methods they are made from. .
In fact, it is simply a matter of making a furnace, weighing the raw stones of the glazed material and putting them in, reaching the melting point to make a slurry, and then using various molds or techniques to make it.
Of course.
Ning Wuhuang did not explain how to make it.
Who controls the final destination of these secret recipes has long been owned by the royal family.
Fortunately, the Ministry of Industry has taken certain measures to keep the secret recipe secret. The craftsmen mobilized tonight have all been affiliated with the royal family for generations and have been prosperous with the Zhou Dynasty. There is no need to consider their loyalty.
Moreover, the utensils they are responsible for making are also different. Without someone as knowledgeable as him, there is no need to worry about the secret recipe being leaked.
Ning Wuyan rubbed his face, thought about the tools that needed to be cast, made sure they were not missing, and laid them out directly on the bed.
"I don't have anything to do for now, so go to sleep first."
Just as I closed my eyes, there was a knock on the door.
Ning Wuyan could only force himself to open his eyes and reach out to Yunfei.
"Ask me what it is. It's not a big deal. I want to answer his question while lying on the bed."
"..."
Yunfei felt distressed and helpless when he saw his son's appearance.
He opened the door and saw that standing outside was not the craftsman or official who had come to ask for advice just now, but a palace guard wearing a dark yellow dragon-embroidered woven uniform.
"Master Hua's letter."
The guard put the letter directly into Yun Fei's hand, turned around and left.
Yunfei took the letter, and the two-foot-long monk was confused.
When he arrived at the bedside, he found that the young master had closed his eyes. He didn't know whether this matter was important or whether he should wake the young master up.
roar!
Suddenly another thunder sounded, as if it was just above the head.
Because Yunfei didn't close the door, violent sounds echoed throughout the room.
Ning Wuyan, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up. He suddenly realized that there was still something to deal with. He looked at the door and asked Yunfei in confusion: "Where is the person who came to see me?"
"He's a palace guard."
Before Yunfei could answer, Qin Shi explained next to him.
"He sent a letter from Master Hua."
Did Hua Normal University write to me?
Ning Wuyang couldn't help but feel guilty when he thought that Hua Yi was at the Imperial Manor at this time, planning to plant the Artemisia annua seeds brought from Jinling into the greenhouse of the Imperial Manor, and anxiously waiting for him to make a vessel for purifying Artemisia annua juice. Liao muttered: What news did the Chinese Normal University hear and come here to speed up the progress?
However, when he opened the letter and saw the content above, he realized that he had been wrong.
"Thanks to the Chinese Normal University."
He knew that China Normal University was very capable and attentive, and he even wrote down clearly when there might be a thunderstorm during the competition period.
Although he had never done anything bad like being struck by lightning, the Chinese teacher wrote a letter specifically to remind him that he must have noticed something.
In addition, Beidi had previously created a campaign to say that he was an immortal descending to earth... he had to guard against it.
"On the twenty-fifth, twenty-ninth, first, fifth and eighth day of the lunar month, OK, I've made a note of it. When the poetry appreciation party is held, I must avoid these days."
Ning Wuyang folded the letter and placed it in the "Daxing Law Order".
He yawned and continued to lie on the bed and fell asleep.
Xiyi Pavilion.
It was not until early in the morning that Descarnato received a note from the spy.
After opening it and seeing the writing on it, he frowned.
Amao rarely saw the confused expression on the general's face, so he came up to him out of curiosity and asked, "General, is the message you sent wrong?"
"No."
The person who delivered the letter was an informant placed in the palace, and he was extremely reliable. If it was not an important matter, he would not take the risk of delivering the letter, but the content on it was.
After Descartes thought for a moment, he gave up the exploration and raised his head towards Amao.
"Go and ask the Imperial Master to come."
If nothing else, the number above should be the date.
He couldn't decipher it, but Yuan Guoshi should understand what it meant.
Because this note came from Huangzhuang, and the person living in Huangzhuang now is Master Hua Yihua, who is even a little afraid of Yuan Guoshi.
Amao looked embarrassed when he heard this order.
As for the enigmatic Imperial Master who made people respect and fear him, he was unwilling to get close to him from the bottom of his heart, so he could just offer his services from a distance.
But as the general ordered, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and prepare to find the person.
"No need to invite me. I have already expected that someone will deliver the letter this morning. If the content written on it is correct, it should be written in the last half month."
