Contemporary materials are really limited, and glasses frames can only be made of wood, and the shapes cannot be bent.
Fortunately, the effect is practical.
A group of embroiderers with glasses on their noses but wearing skirts and jackets felt completely out of place.
The days that followed were calm and peaceful, with everyone busy with their own work.
Song Che stayed in the study all day long, using the knowledge he learned from modern times to invent and experiment. Of course, those high-end things would definitely not be realized, and some simple daily necessities were indeed not difficult.
As a modern time traveler, even if you transfer things from primary school textbooks to ancient times, they will shine.
Shen Wenjun was busy making small clothes for his soon-to-be-born brother, and made "two copies" of the same style, saying that they were for his own son in the future.
…
"Uncle, Lord He is here to see you."
The boy knocked gently on the door outside the study.
If He Qiu takes the initiative to come looking for him, nothing good will happen.
At this moment, Song Che was using a compass and ruler to concentrate on drawing the design drawings on his desk, and he casually replied:
"Go and tell him that I have gone to the countryside to inspect the mulberry fields these days. If I have free time, I will visit him again."
"Uncle...Master He is right outside the door."
"Uh..." Song Che's mouth twitched.
"Uh-"
The door was pushed open. He Qiu was wearing casual clothes with a stern face. He was about to step into the study, but Song Che suddenly called him:
"Tell me first, whether it is a good thing or a bad thing to come to me this time."
He Qiu hesitated for a moment, then walked into the study, closed the door behind his back, and said abruptly: "I can't come to you if I have nothing to do?"
Song Che shook his head and smiled, and raised his hand in a "please" gesture: "There are some messy roads in the house. Mr. He, please find a place to sit."
The room was indeed very messy, with scattered wooden frames and scraps of paper everywhere. He Qiu walked through the pile of debris with disgust and curiosity, and was suddenly attracted by an oval "pot". He pointed at it and asked :
"What is this?"
Song Che glanced at it and said casually: "Oh, this is called a flush toilet, and it's still a semi-finished product."
"Pump...toilet? What is it?"
"It's a toilet. You take off your pants and sit on it, and the water flows down three thousand feet. After you're done, press the button on the lid of the bucket, and the water in the bucket will flow down, like a whirlpool, blowing your... uh , Haha, it is discharged into the toilet through the pipe connected below."
"Hey, it's unnecessary. It would be more convenient to just go to the toilet."
"What you said is wrong. If rice is eaten in the stomach, it will eventually be excreted as poop. It would be troublesome to turn rice into poop. Why not eat poop directly? Is this considered unnecessary?"
"It's not a shame to do something unnecessary."
He Qiu walked to the desk, glanced at Song Che's design drawing, and asked, "What are these two-wheeled vehicles?"
Song Che held up the design and smiled: "This is called a 'bicycle'. As long as you step on it, it can run on its own. It can travel on a flat road faster than a horse-drawn carriage. When I design it, I will send you one later."
He Qiu flicked his sleeves, swept away the confetti on the guest chair, sat down and hummed: "How can I, a magistrate of Suzhou, ride such a thing?"
Ah, that's right. Think of a state gentleman wearing a black gauze on his head and official uniform, riding a bicycle to go to court, coupled with his unflattering face...
"I came to you today for three things."
He Qiu did not show off and said bluntly:
"First, you should also know that in Xicheng District, Suzhou, the roads are full of potholes, the houses are dilapidated, the bridges are in disrepair, and the ditches are smelly, which greatly affects the appearance of the city... Last year to appease the refugees, coupled with the previous prefect's extravagant spending, the Suzhou government's finances I'm short of money, I really don't have the money to build bridges and pave roads, please help me find a way."
Song Che blinked at him without saying a word.
He Qiu's cheeks were slightly red, but he spoke righteously: "Businessmen, take it from the people and use it for the people. If you make so much money, you should give some back to the people and make some contributions to your hometown."
Damn it, after going around for a long time, why don’t you just borrow money if you dare?
"How much to borrow?"
"you misunderstood--"
"Tell me the number."
All these bells and whistles?
"First borrow fifty thousand taels to repair the main road and several stone bridges on the west side of the city," He Qiu said, and hurriedly added: "Don't worry, now that the Japanese pirates have been pacified and various industries have recovered, we will have a good harvest this autumn. I will return the principal to you with interest.”
Song Che shook his head and said with a smile: "It's rare for Mr. He to come to visit today. Since you have already asked for it, it's only fifty thousand taels. It's too polite to borrow it. Let's treat it as a donation."
"You..." He Qiu smiled bitterly: "You are really rich."
He added:
"The second thing is, I heard that Boss Song purchased three salt farms in Chuzhou - the salt in Zhejiang and Zhejiang is inferior in quality and price, so I thought, can we cooperate, and you can make it? I will transship the salt and push the price to a price higher than that of Huainan and lower than that of Suzhou, and then sell it wholesale to counties and towns in Suzhou. In this way, the government, you, and the people will win-win for all three parties, why not?"
Salt is the main source of government revenue. Now that the Japanese pirates have been pacified and the salt introduction policy has been cancelled, the government is fully qualified to monopolize it.
If the salt is distributed to the governments in Huainan, it may not be as high as that of Suzhou Prefecture.
"Can the salt from Huainan be transported to Zhejiang and Zhejiang?" Song Che asked.
He Qiu waved his hand, "You don't have to worry about this. I will negotiate with you personally. The transfer of salt is very relaxed at all levels."
Song Che was originally a little worried about the salt business. After all, he had never been involved in it. Now it was better. The government came directly to seek cooperation. With this backer, he would not be afraid of violating the ban and could just sit back and collect the money.
Furthermore, if we can keep the fertilizer out of other people's fields, why not do it?
Song Che readily agreed.
"This third thing may make you feel a little unhappy."
He Qiu said:
"Zheng Xiaowei was promoted to the ruler of Xiuzhou and Huzhou due to his meritorious service in suppressing Japanese and bandits. He was transferred to Xiuzhou a month ago. In order to fill the vacancy, Lin'an Prefecture reported to the court that a new horse infantry commander was transferred. It is said that he was still People from Suzhou have made many military exploits in Xiliang."
Song Che frowned and asked, "Is this new commander's surname 'Liu'?"
"You guessed it right, he is Liu Wei's brother Liu Chao who was killed a few days ago."
He Qiu sighed: "When I was sorting out the case, I accidentally learned about the relationship between Liu Wei and Liu Chao. This Liu Chao has a lot of background. His father-in-law is Ma Wei, the pacifier of Xiliang. He holds the power of Xiliang's army and horses. He is in the imperial court. of great importance;
Although Liu Wei was not killed by your housekeeper, he had something to do with you. Although I am the prefect of Suzhou, my rank is the same as that of the governor, so I cannot do anything to win over him. "
Song Che frowned.
Slowly open the drawer next to the desk.
A dragon-patterned golden sword lay peacefully in it.
Am I afraid?
