Chapter 281 1 Half Flame 1 Half Sky

Queen Wang was listening with a smile on her face. When her father-in-law said that she should strengthen the defense, she suggested it.

"Give uncle more sulfur and saltpeter, and he will make powerful weapons. There is a lot of saltpeter in Shu, and Chang'an is in a medicine shop or a Taoist temple."

"Exactly." Li Longji agreed and gave it.

After powerful weapons are developed, they can also be used in the military of the Tang Dynasty. At least the Yulin Flying Cavalry must equip them first.

By the way, the weapons are on Zhuangzi. If someone wants to cause harm, they can still fight.

"Tomorrow I will go to the football field outside the city and try to use new tools and new methods to dig a well. I will load twelve large trucks with bits and pieces.

According to the instructions, this is only part of it. If you are digging a salt well, you need a larger turntable and a sail-powered windmill.

It is rotated by the wind, and people push hard at the same time. The connecting rods are broken one after another, and there are special tools inside to grab and buckle..."

Li Chengqi was very excited when he talked about the new equipment.

"How deep can a well be dug?" Concubine Doulu looked curious about digging a well, mainly because the idea came from Li Yi.

If it were a craftsman who researched it, she would just nod or say 'hmm' at most, and it wasn't worthy of her too much attention.

"Brother Yi said that it is easy within a hundred feet, but difficult after three hundred feet." Li Chengqi said the numbers as if he were offering a treasure.

The current wells in Datang that were dozens of feet deep were considered unnatural.

"Ah! People are in danger." Concubine Doulu didn't know that the new type of well didn't require people to dig it.

In her impression, well-drilling involves setting up a windlass, and one person digs and digs into the well mouth, while reinforcing the surrounding well walls.

When digging, basket after basket of soil was lifted up.

The soil is hard, so it is easy to dig with some water, and it is also easy to collapse the wall.

If the water is not released, it will be scratching. How long will it take for Baizhang to be scratched? Will the people inside be able to breathe?

"No one goes down. Above, there is just a hole as big as a thick bamboo tube. The principle is..."

Li Chengqi once again began to teach everyone how to drill a hole as big as the mouth of a bowl to a depth of 100 feet.

After hearing this, Concubine Doulu was really surprised: "There are such wonderful skills in the world, Longji, you have found a treasure."

Li Longji smiled and nodded, yes, I know it myself.

"Lu Ban is so powerful, but he has never come up with such a good idea." In order to promote Li Yi, Li Dan compared Lu Ban.

"Lu Ban is a carpenter." Li Chengqi said something for Lu Ban.

"It's as if my uncle doesn't know how to do carpentry." Queen Wang disagreed.

"Yes, yes, there is nothing Brother Yi can't do." Li Chengqi said quickly without arguing with his younger siblings.

Turning his head, he said to Li Longji: "You must occupy the place first, otherwise it will be difficult for the royal family to grab it if someone else takes it."

"Don't worry, brother." Li Longji said that the arrangements were well made.

He is the one who is most anxious about money. With money, there will be a large number of private soldiers. The private soldiers who are truly under his control must be raised by himself.

Seeing that the Tang Dynasty belongs to oneself, the soldiers can be mobilized by oneself, and others can also mobilize, otherwise there will be no things like before.

But now Yulin Feiqi will not listen to anyone except himself.

Even Yi Di cannot be mobilized, but they are afraid of Yi Di.

I always send people to their homes to check on the situation, give them things, and then write back.

When the weather gets warmer, send the Yulin Flying Cavalry to take turns to go home for a visit, or send a convoy to pick up their family to live in Chang'an for a few days.

"What happened?" Li Dan didn't know.

"Father, it's like this..." Li Chengqi wowed again.

"How many thousand yuan can you get every day?" Li Dan's breathing became rapid.

Li Longji looked around and found an oxygen bag. He ran over to get it for his father to use.

Li Chengqi opened the first aid box next to him and took the heart disease rescue medicine, ready to feed it into his father's mouth at any time and take it sublingually.

"It's okay, I just heard that there is too much money." Li Dan took in the oxygen and waved his hand.

Concubine Doulu also had one inserted into her nose. She smiled and said, "It's true that I have no money and no life. But is it good for the young man?"

"Here we go, uncle wants half of it himself. He only provides techniques and ideas, and we are responsible for other things." Empress Wang nodded.

She wasn't surprised, she was used to it, she was just happy that her family was rich.

It was discovered that there would be a lot of money in the future, and the Baifu Palace was filled with a happy atmosphere.

On the other side, in the land of hundreds of craftsmen, the craftsmen ate slowly, all with sad faces.

Yao Xiang was dissatisfied and said that he wanted to study new methods of drilling wells.

"Is there any new way to dig a well? It's just digging, digging... smelting. The stronger the tool, the faster it can be dug."

Some craftsmen thought of the key points.

"Impossible, smelting is smelting, and digging a well is digging a well. If smelting is important, why did Yao Xiang say digging a well." Some craftsmen disagreed.

"It's better to make gunpowder. Light it once and then send it all to Lijiazhuangzi."

"You said, if we burn some things, can we also go to Lijiazhuangzi?"

"I don't dare. If we don't go, we will be in trouble."

"I heard there's meat for every meal there."

"I heard it, that's it. Now I eat cucumbers, spinach, celery, and eggplants."

"People have good skills when they eat that. What are we eating? Look what it is? There is sand in the pickles and millet."

The craftsmen complained, and the food became even worse for a while.

"Do you want to eat? If you keep yelling, there will be no pickles tomorrow." The person in charge of cooking shouted to the craftsmen.

"Give me one." A voice said.

"Who are you? When we were cooking just now, you...you...how could you eat this kind of food? There are good ones over there. The stewards are over there..."

The cook was trembling, UU reading www.uukanshu． net Yao Chong is back again. He came and left once in the afternoon, and then had dinner...

"Give me one." Yao Chong narrowed his eyes and repeated softly.

After saying that, he ignored the other party, served the rice himself, put the pickles on the rice with a few chopsticks, found a place to squat down and plucked them into his mouth.

The cook ran away and went to find someone else. This matter was too big for him to handle.

The craftsmen around him were dumbfounded and looked at Yao Chong.

"Poof!" Yao Chong turned his head and spat out a grain of sand and continued eating, his eyes red.

He didn't feel bad that the craftsmen were not eating well, he just felt aggrieved.

The money I allocated clearly stated that I would have one meal of meat every day, and at other times I would have to get some sauerkraut, pickled radish and the like.

As a result, the craftsmen just ate this and complained about themselves.

They are all subordinates. Do the people in Li Yi dare? Who dares to let sand in the rice in Zhuangzi’s canteen?

Li Yi didn't care about anything at all on weekdays, leaving it to Song De, who wrote books and thought about new things.

Is it useless for me as prime minister to speak? You are so greedy that you don’t even care about me, the Prime Minister, right under your nose.

Yes, what can you compare with others? What did Zhuangzi’s craftsman family eat? What are you wearing? What do you live in?

Oh, they also eat pickles for breakfast; they also eat millet, but the taste is different!

The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it. Yao Chong held the bowl, turned around and left, with a group of people guarding him.

"Xiang Yao, Xiang Yao, we know we were wrong, Xiang Yao... let me go, don't stop me, Xiang Yao, there will be meat tomorrow, tomorrow."

Behind Yao Chong, nine stewards responsible for various types of work ran over, but were stopped by the guards, who were shouting.

Yao Chong pretended not to hear and took a big step forward.

The craftsmen laughed, looking at the stewards and those who were cooking as if they were dead.