Qinhuai is full of music and dancing, and the house is warm and the family is poor. A cup of warm soup comforts you, the wind howls and the clouds cover the curtain.
The window is bright and the pen is straight, and there is a great ambition. Always caring about Yan Moqing, the rustling sound is as described.
Nanjing has no heating, so winter days are very difficult. Sometimes it feels warmer standing outside than inside the house.
Zhu Yuanzhang, who was working diligently on the question book in the afternoon, was not cold at all. He even put a plate of sliced cantaloupe on his desk.
"It's great to have money! After building the fire path, it's not cold at all in the palace. It's easy to get sick if it's cold or hot in the palace. Diligence and frugality are good, but it depends on where you use them."
Zhu Yuanzhang ate a piece of cantaloupe and was very satisfied with the underground fire tunnel in the hall.
The winter of the year before last was not like this. It was cold and I could only use the brazier for a while. At that time, the water could freeze to ice.
In the summer, I'm even more sweaty. I don't need ice, but I have to change my clothes. It's so hot that I feel dizzy.
As a result, Xiaqiu Village specially wrote a letter explaining how to maintain good health. As long as you don't throw away food randomly, you are diligent and frugal.
If no measures are taken when it is cold in winter, people will die suddenly or suffer from chronic diseases that cannot be cured for a long time. The same is true in summer.
Zhu Yuanzhang was afraid of death, and he didn't want his family to die. In addition, he made a lot of money and was willing to improve the environment.
"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince is here." Zhu Yuanzhang had just finished sighing when someone reported.
Zhu Biao walked in directly: "Father, my son is here."
"Come on, eat cantaloupe, but have you learned how to grow greenhouse vegetables?"
Zhu Yuanzhang happily called the elder to come forward.
"Father, the greenhouse method is important, but there is another thing that is more important."
Zhu Biao said as he put the picture of iron ore and associated iron-copper ore on the table.
"What is this?" Zhu Yuanzhang knew it was a map, but did not write down the details.
"Father, the squares drawn are iron ores, the circles drawn are copper-iron associated ores, and there are words behind them." Zhu Biao pointed at the map and said, turning the paper over.
"The iron mine is very large and can be dug in the open air. Eight words? How big is it?" Zhu Yuanzhang sat upright with a serious expression on his face.
He knew that it was impossible for the master to joke about such things. It seemed that the master was not joking, and copper mines were dug out in the two places given to the second child.
On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, we started to use copper movable type to print books. The library has been favored by readers. How about mentioning it so that readers know that we are supporting the library.
Zhu Yuanzhang was distracted thinking about it. It wasn't until Zhu Biao moved that he paid attention to the mine again.
"Biao'er, eat the cantaloupe. He pointed out the mine because he had good gunpowder. He wanted to ask the court to mine the mine with explosives.
Let's order people to dig this open-pit mine first. Our country is short of everything and there is no one to help us from behind. This will definitely not be the current situation.
Is there any book collection in the palace that can be learned by others? Do you want to improve the people's skills? Ask Zhu Lichang what he wants.
Let the scholars know, how can someone who is a local official not know this and take another imperial examination next year? "
Zhu Yuanzhang had seen the picture of the mine, and while talking, he picked up a few pages of the greenhouse and glanced at it.
"Huh? Can you plant without using transparent glass? Is it better? This way the glass blowers in Xiaqiu Village don't have to be so busy. One hundred acres can be planted first."
Zhu Yuanzhang was happy, so he didn't want to make the people in Xiaqiu Village too tired. It was best to just come up with ideas, then get started when the things were made, and the palace and the court would handle the rest.
Zhu Biao took the task to arrange it. There was never a shortage of craftsmen and more colored glaze.
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On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, the wind was very strong early in the morning, snow was falling, and the sky was overcast. However, this did not affect the singing and dancing on the Qinhuai River, nor could it stop people from eating at Fuhua Tower.
Some people were afraid of not being able to occupy space, so they went to the second floor of Fuhua Building early in the morning and sat down. Shopkeeper Xu had no choice but to make porridge and side dishes and bring them to them for free.
In the library opposite, the students who live in the back get up early to study, and they seize all the time.
"It's too dark, let's go outside! It's bright outside." A student was too embarrassed to let someone light a lamp, so he sat in the corridor outside with his book and listened to the whistling wind.
Other students came out one after another. Some people drank water when they were hungry. They usually skipped breakfast and spent the money they brought with them sparingly.
"Brother Bianshi, I heard that they are floating flower boats on the Qinhuai River. They will study the imperial examination for the coming year from morning to night." A scholar said to the first student to come out.
"What does it have to do with me? In addition to being laughed at, what else have we got in the past? We can only study hard with the help provided by the library. Ah Sneeze!"
The man who was called Bian Shi shook his head, then sneezed, sniffed, and sighed.
"It's so cold outside! It's warm inside the house, and there's a fire tunnel under the bunk. They burned it for an hour last night."
Some students are worried that the room will be dark when they go in, but they will be blown by the wind when they come out.
"Chen Yan, you bring someone here to get the soup. The soup delivered by Danqing lunch box should be faster." Someone from the library shouted, who was a student of Zi Bianshi.
"Go quickly, go quickly." Other students urged.
Chen Yan called ten people, ran over, and came back with a bucket. As soon as the lid of the bucket was opened, the students in front were stunned.
When someone brought his own bowl to serve, the hand holding the spoon shook.
The so-called soup is full of dry goods, such as fungus, carrot shreds, Qianzhang shreds, pork shreds, coriander, dried cowpeas, beaten eggs, and thickened.
When put into a bowl, the soup does not move.
"Drink, they gave it to me, let's make a note of it." Chen Yan said loudly.
Everyone filled the soup and ate it with chopsticks. It was so warm.
"Give way, give way. This window needs wooden bars, otherwise it won't be able to hold the glass." While the students were drinking soup, the craftsmen came over to look at the window.
After the man finished speaking, the others began to work, tearing off the window paper, adding wooden strips, then taking the light blue glazed board and installing it on it, nailing it and putting putty on it.
"Don't touch it yet, it will be solid after the putty dries." After the craftsman finished speaking, he went to the next student's place to continue installing the glazed panels.
"You don't have to go out this time? Liang, Liuli! Be careful not to touch it." A scholar smiled happily.
"Chen Yan, come here to get some ink. People in Xiaqiu Village heard that some of you are asking others to borrow ink, so you will be given a piece of ink for each of you, as well as paper, and a knife for each person."
There was another call over there. Chen Yan put down his bowl and rushed out with a greeting. He was the one who was short of ink.
After a while, when the things were brought back, everyone smelled the paper and thought it smelled good.
Chen Yan put the things aside carefully, picked up the chopsticks to eat the soup, and looked at Liuli's window.
After finishing eating, he went to wash the dishes, came back, sat upright, thought for a moment, spread the paper, put some water on his broken inkstone, picked up the ink and slowly ground it.
"This ink is pretty good! Why is Xiaqiu Village so rich? The key is that they are willing to spend it on us. Do you want us to do things for them?"
The scholar who had called him cold before saw Chen Yan studying ink and judged that the ink was good but the inkstone was poor.
"I'll ask them when I meet them. If they ask me to do something bad, I'll return the things. If it's not enough, I'll bring the money to make up for it."
Another student decided to find out the reason. Xiaqiu Village couldn't be a village of fools, right? How can you still make so much money?
besides! Farmer writes slowly!
(End of chapter)
