Chapter 50 Zhu Biao wants to make soap

Style: Historical Author: fire pine coneWords: 2157Update Time: 24/01/18 06:08:05
After eating and chatting with his elder brother and sister-in-law, Zhu Biao took Zhu Su to see the yard arranged for him. Zhu Biao's mansion is very close to the palace. It is a large courtyard with more than ten rooms. It is said that it was the house of a wealthy family in the Yuan Dynasty BC. It was directly confiscated by Lao Zhu in Qiyingtianshi. There are two large courtyards in the west, which were given to Zhu Su. The six guards of the Gongwei Division and the guards transferred by Zhu Biao lived in the outside, while Zhu Suhe lived in the inside.

The courtyard is extremely spacious, with no trees in the middle. The east side is connected to the garden of the Prince's Mansion, making it quiet and elegant. Zhu Biao smiled at Zhu Su and said, "Fifth brother, is this yard still big enough? If not, can I change it for you?"

"That's enough, that's enough!" Zhu Su was extremely satisfied. It was only now that he realized that he was the biggest dog owner in China. "My eldest brother has worked so hard, how can I be dissatisfied as a younger brother? This place is big and quiet, which is great!"

Just let him make a fuss.

Seeing that Zhu Su was so satisfied, Zhu Biao couldn't help but feel secretly ashamed. His younger brother was still young and arranged for him to be placed in the west wing away from the main house, but it was Lao Zhu who told him to be cautious. The many attendants and guards assigned to him were clearly guardians, but they were actually surveillance.

Seeing that Zhu Su's face didn't look fake, Zhu Biao sighed secretly and couldn't help but pat his head lovingly: "If there is anything missing, just tell the elder brother! The elder brother will come to see you from time to time."

"Then thank you first, brother!" Zhu Su directly hit the stick and bowed towards Zhu Biao. "Please also ask my eldest brother to get me some caustic soda, limestone, and lard. Get me a big pot and set it up in the yard!"

"Caustic soda? Lime?" Zhu Biao was stunned. He didn't expect that Zhu Su would ask him for something. What I want is these weird things. Suddenly something occurred to him and he quickly waved away the outsiders. He whispered: "Brother, do you want to refine the elixir?"

There was already a level of alertness in his eyes. Demonic ways, alchemy...

"What are you doing refining that life-stimulating thing?" Zhu Su rolled his eyes at Zhu Biao. "Have you ever seen someone using lard and a big pot to make elixirs? You might as well say I want to stir-fry!"

"Then... what is that going to do?" Zhu Biao asked. Stir-fry? Don’t add lime when cooking!

"A must-have great invention for time travellers!" Zhu Su was gearing up and had no intention of explaining it in detail. "Damn it, I use that soap to bathe every day. It makes my skin rough and painful. I still feel like it can't be washed clean!"

"I used to be restrained in the palace and couldn't do anything. Now I have to get out of the cage and have to get all the things out? I don't want to take a bath that looks like molting pig hair anymore!"

Since awakening, the most uncomfortable thing has been the inconveniences in daily life. It's just that I don't have a mobile phone or computer. The soap I use for bathing is still slippery after not much soaking. I have to rub it hard, but at this time the soap is often hard and hard, and it always hurts when I rub it. Zhu Su, who loves cleanliness, has to grin every time he takes a bath.

This is the treatment that Lao Zhu only received after he became rich. A few years ago, their family still used stone soda for bathing!

Moreover, Lao Zhu was frugal by nature, and the hard soap was only given in portions, so he didn't dare to use it too much. And even though he is now a member of the royal family, people in his old Zhu family still use bamboo slices to wipe their buttocks!

Occasionally when he dreams back at midnight, Zhu Su can still think of the moonlit night a few years ago. He gritted his teeth and started ruthlessly, but he accidentally scratched his buttocks and suffered endless pain.

Damn it, this is just a prince. If he were to become a commoner, Zhu Su would probably be annoyed to death by all kinds of troubles.

It would be better to live in a fat house for future generations than to be the prince of the Ming Dynasty!

Fortunately, Lao Zhu was willing to spend money on education, and Master Dabentang usually assigned a lot of homework. He got some homework papers from Zhu Di every day, which would be enough for wiping his buttocks.

Now that we have to get rid of the prison, the first thing to get rid of is of course - soap!

"Uh, oh." Zhu Biao listened to Zhu Su's confused words, and saw the changes in his face. Sometimes he gritted his teeth, sometimes he looked angry, and he became more and more confused. But after hearing him say it was not alchemy, I was relieved after all.

He approached Zhu Su and whispered: "Fifth brother, do you want to use some skills from future generations? These are top secrets and cannot be passed down easily."

"I wonder how much caustic soda and lard is needed? Brother, let's buy it separately. Mix the caustic soda lard into many items so that the formula will not be revealed."

"Uh...just pour some casually first. You don't have to be so careful." It's just a piece of soap, so what...

Zhu Biao was extremely concerned: "Why not? My father once told me that my fifth brother must have many talents and knowledge for future generations. Let me learn more and see more, and cherish them."

"I'll deliver it to fifth brother tomorrow. What does fifth brother want to do? Can you teach me on the spot?"

"It's okay to teach, but it's not a way to get on the stage..." Zhu Su nodded. Teach Zhu Biao how to make soap? It does not make sense……

"Then it's settled." Zhu Biao smiled directly. "Then, brother will bring the things tomorrow."

Zhu Su nodded, thinking that it would be good to teach Zhu Biao how to make soap. If Zhu Biao, the future emperor, became interested in chemistry and physics because of this, perhaps science could be prevented from becoming a "wonderful skill" in the future.

The two brothers were about to continue talking in detail, but a waiter came over in a hurry outside. He did not dare to approach. He just stood far outside the hanging flower door and said loudly: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, His Highness the King of Wu. There is a man outside who claims to be a Confucian scholar." Mr. Song wants to see His Highness King Wu."

"Sir?" Zhu Biao looked surprised, while Zhu Su was stunned. Why is old man Song Lian chasing him here? Could it be that he wants to take him back to the main hall?

"Fifth brother, let's go quickly, don't keep sir waiting for a long time!" Zhu Biao pulled Zhu Su up.

"Ah? This...that thing." Zhu Su frowned and squatted down with an ooh. "Brother, I suddenly feel a splitting headache. I think it's a recurrence of my old illness...Brother, please go see me. Help me accuse Mr. Song."

Zhu Su got sick when he was a child, so his body was weak and his growth was a little slow. He still looks like a child now. However, the Zhu family had physical examinations by imperial doctors every year, so where did the old diseases come from? This physical examination system was invented by Zhu Su himself!

So Zhu Biao hit him on the forehead, ignored Zhu Su's exaggerated cry of pain, and said with a slightly sullen face: "As the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father. Even if you come from later generations, you cannot be bound by common etiquette. But this is How can I allow you to do something wrong with the truth that I, Han, have learned over time?"

"Besides, why are you holding your stomach when you say you have a headache?"

"Sir, at such a young age, he must be looking for you in person. He must have something important to tell you. You can't keep him waiting for a long time. Let's go, let's go. If you don't go, I will follow my father's example and beat you."

Just drag Zhu Su.

Zhu Su had no choice but to accept his fate. When they arrived at the concierge, they saw the white-haired old man Song Lian sitting in the guest seat. Although his posture was still upright, he could not hide the slight rickets on his back. At this time, the teacup was covering his eyes and he was sipping a cup of tea.

Zhu Biao hurriedly greeted him: "Sir, if you have anything to do, you can come in person! Just give me the order, and my fifth brother and I will go and visit!"

Song Lian put down the tea cup and saw Zhu Biao walking in holding a reluctant Zhu Su. He gently put down the tea cup, stood up and saluted Zhu Biao: "I pay my respects to His Highness the Crown Prince! Although I have taught His Highness how to read, I cannot know how to advance or retreat, so I have to send my subordinates to pass on Your Highness to see you. If this is the case, isn't it an inversion of the principles? ? What a shame!"