"This thing...is soap?"
Zhu Biao looked at the thing made of lard. Except for the strong Mu Ying who did the stirring, the rest of the time it was almost done by his own hands. He looked at Zhu Su, who was sitting on the threshold and was just talking but saying, "Young master, I am so diligent." He wondered, "This thing is made of lard. If you put it on your body, wouldn't it make it more greasy? How can we remove oil stains?”
"This involves a knowledge called 'science'. It's not that simple." Zhu Su said lazily. "The first ones should be cold by now. Brother, take them and wash your hands. Then you'll know, right?"
"That makes sense!" Zhu Biao nodded and took out the first injection molded soap from the wooden box. Unexpectedly, the white soap slipped and slid to the ground, stained with some dust.
"Ah, this thing is so slippery!" Zhu Biao said in surprise, then squatted down and carefully picked up the soap.
Seeing his careful look, Zhu Su couldn't help but feel a little bit evil in his heart: He didn't expect that the first man in history to pick up soap was actually Prince Yiwen Zhu Biao...
"This thing is dirty, can it still be used?" Mu Ying asked Zhu Su.
"It's okay, it's okay, just wash it with water and it'll be clean." Zhu Su waved his hand and didn't look at the soap. He only felt hot and panicked, so he stood up and looked for the remaining quicklime. "Brother Muying, you are sweating so much, why not use this soap to wash your face too."
Muying nodded and took a piece of soap. Although he believed in Zhu Su, he was still hesitant about the soap: How could something made of lard be used to clean the head and face?
But hearing Zhu Biao exclaim from behind, Mu Ying quickly turned her head, only to see Zhu Biao said in surprise: "This thing is so magical, just a light touch, my hands are so refreshing!"
"Oh?" Mu Ying also found a basin of water, wet her hands and applied soap. What's strange is that the soap made from lard is not greasy at all, and the bubbles it makes when applied to the hands are actually more comfortable than the best soap bath beans. I washed it with water and felt extremely refreshed. My hands had never been so refreshed.
He took advantage of the situation and poured a handful of water on his face, then put some soap on it, and then rinsed it with water. My face felt extremely refreshed, and all the sticky sweat stains just now were gone.
"How is this science so magical?" Zhu Biao took the soap and looked left and right. "It's obviously made from lard, but it's not greasy at all."
"It's amazing." Zhu Su had opened a cold melon and handed it to Zhu Biaomuying. "This is just a small use of this knowledge. If everyone promotes it, it will enrich the people and strengthen the country."
"Enrich the people and strengthen the country!" Zhu Biao perked up, and when he was about to ask more questions, he felt his hands were cold and couldn't help but said in surprise: "Why is this cold melon so cold?"
"What's so strange about this? I got a basin of ice and chilled it for a while." He pursed his lips behind him, and sure enough, in the basin behind him, a large basin of ice shone brightly in the sun, and the coldness was visible to the naked eye.
"July Ice...Is this also a wonderful use of science?" Zhu Biao remembered that Zhu Su had just gone to get quicklime, his eyes sparkling.
"That's right. In fact, during the Song Dynasty, saltpeter was used to make ice. It's not that strange."
"It's just that although they know it, they don't know why." Zhu Su said. He lowered his head and took a big mouthful of cold melon. He continued with a bulging mouth: "Science is a science that specializes in explaining why everything in the world is the way it is."
"Dad, when he has nothing to do, he always catches me asking about policies and systems... I have told you before, there is no system that is everlasting. This knowledge is the basis for my Han family to be invincible in the world!"
"Science..." Although Zhu Biao is still young, his vision is already extraordinary. Why can't you see that Zhu Su's "science" actually has great potential?
Not to mention other things, just talking about this soap, the most expensive thing is a little lard, which can be used to make such a good thing for removing stains and stains. Is it more than a thousand times stronger than pancreatic juice? If it is promoted well, wouldn't it be available to everyone?
Now that the world is becoming more peaceful, epidemics are the number one problem facing the Ming Dynasty. Zhu Biao had heard when he was young that epidemics often occur in dirty places, but the people are poor. Where can they get the soap and bath beans to wash and purify the body?
This soap is low-cost. If everyone can use it, diseases will be greatly reduced. Isn’t it a great merit?
Mu Ying's expression turned solemn. He put the cold melon aside and said, "Invincible? Tell me more about this!"
Zhu Su was stunned for a moment. Seeing that Zhu Biao's attention had also been attracted, he swallowed the cold melon in one gulp and organized his words first: "Two brothers, everyone says that barbarians are tough and difficult to match. But I ask you, why did you do that in the past? During the Zhou Dynasty, we and other Chinese ancestors were able to drive away the barbarians and expand their territories as one vassal state."
"In the pre-Qin period, even one powerful army could frighten millions of barbarians in the north."
"But later on, the barbarians became a serious problem for the Han people. Often, even with all the strength of the country, only generals could fight against them."
"This..." Mu Ying lowered her head and pondered. Although he was also eager to learn, he was born in a poor family. He could only read Chinese characters when he was a little older, and he knew very little about ancient things. Zhu Biao also thought about it and said, "Isn't it because in the Zhou Dynasty and the pre-Qin Dynasty, martial arts were abundant and everyone was strong?"
"This is also a reason." Zhu Su said. "But in fact, there is another extremely important factor, and that is the generation difference in weapons!"
"Weapon substitution?" Mu Ying's eyes narrowed. As a general, he is most sensitive to the word "weapon".
"Yeah." Zhu Su nodded. "The barbarians are not three-headed and six-armed. When it comes to the length of their development history, they can't keep up with our glorious Huaxia! Why do they always try to attack our Han people? It's because we don't pay enough attention to technology now!"
"During the Zhou Dynasty, bronze swords were beneficial to the world! At that time, the barbarians were nothing more than bones, arrows and stone forks. How could they be defeated? Therefore, the Duke of Zhou divided the princes on all sides, and often only a few hundred people could carve out a large territory, so I can teach you. The descendants of Yan and Huang live in peace in all directions, laying the foundation of China. This is the reason for the generational difference in 'weapons technology'."
"In the Qin Dynasty, Qin Jian was even more famous! The Qin warriors held a human head in their left hand and a long sword in their right hand. They displayed their power in the heart of the barbarians and drove them away like dogs and pigs! How could there be no Qin Jian among them? Great work!"
"Many barbarians are not good at weapons and can only learn from civilized people like us. But as long as our technology breaks through the generation gap, the barbarians can only be suppressed and beaten by us before they learn new technologies! This is who I am The fundamental way for civilized races to subjugate barbarians!"
Speaking of this, Zhu Su's expression turned gloomy. "Hundreds of years later, Western technology surpassed that of China, and there was a generation gap with China. Strong ships and cannons arrived at the door of China, plunging this land into boundless darkness."
"At that time, an army of tens of thousands was often unable to defeat a hundred Westerners. We could only use human lives to fill the gap..."
Mu Ying was extremely shocked. He had always heard Zhu Su talking about the ocean and things in the West, and he had already been wary of the West in his heart. But he never expected that those Western barbarians would be so arrogant that they would dare to attack China hundreds of years later!
An army of tens of thousands is no match for a hundred men, and can only be filled with human lives! How can this be!
To use a more cliché metaphor, even if hundreds of people chop tens of thousands of pigs, they will be exhausted and the blade will break. Is this generation gap really so terrifying?
Muying couldn't imagine it.
Zhu Biao knew about Jurchen Daiming. He was even more angry in his heart: What a barbarian and a thief! How glorious has China been for thousands of years? How many countries and tribes in the world can compare with it?
Unexpectedly, hundreds of years later, they would rule him into barbarians who were worse than even the Western Barbarians!
"So Brother Su, do you know where to start this 'weapon generation'?" Mu Ying asked.
