Collection of Huaxia: Halloween Tribute to Ice Sculpture Company

The two looked at each other silently, with brotherhood between their eyebrows and eyes.

When leaving.

Song Yingsheng said: "There is a silk breeding factory in our county. I just took a quick look at it, and the book does not mention silk production. Do you have free time, come and observe it with me?"

Song Yingxing stopped.

Without any hesitation, he nodded and said, "Yes, go now?"

"Brat, eat lunch first, I think you haven't eaten for another day."

The two smiled heartily.

Tongxiang County, a silk workshop.

"I don't know why the county magistrate came to my small workshop?"

The workshop owner asked tremblingly.

These years, the army is in chaos, and the court is corrupt and defeated.

The fish and meat people who are officials come to visit for no reason, and nine out of ten are here to collect taxes.

Song Yingsheng smiled lightly, signaling the boss not to be nervous.

"We're going to write an article about the silk-making process, please trouble the boss."

The workshop owner heard it.

I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

With a smile on his face, he led the two of them to the silkworm breeding place in the backyard.

Then introduce it enthusiastically.

Song Yingxing took a small notebook and carefully took notes, watching the process of silkworm making by the workshop workers one by one, and wrote them all down.

a long time passed.

"Boss, can you explain the method of silkworm bath in detail?"

The workshop owner nodded, not hiding anything.

"Silkworm eggs are divided into survival of the fittest. Inferior silkworm eggs spin slowly, and the silk is easy to break, and the quality is not good. In simple terms, silkworm baths use artificial methods to weed out these 'bad insects' and keep only the good ones. Silky and fine texture.”

"There are two methods. One is to soak the silkworm paper in brine for [-] days, pick it up and dry it on a low fire. During this period, it should not be exposed to any wind, cold and humidity. The second is to put the silkworm paper in a ventilated place and let the wind, frost, rain, The scorching sun is invading, and it will be put away after twelve days."

"After this series of operations, the weak silkworms can no longer die, leaving only the superior silkworm eggs."

Song Yingxing nodded.

Take a pen and write the last sentence of the essay.

'If you take a bath in the low seed, you will not be able to die, and you will not waste leaves, and you will get a lot of silk. '

After accepting the pen, Song Yingxing saluted the boss.

"Thank you boss for answering questions and solving doubts, I have been taught!"

The workshop owner was particularly shocked.

I didn't expect an official to be so humble and unheard of, and he was speechless for a while.

Left the silk workshop.

Song Yingxing added the method of silkworm bath into the manuscript of "Tiangong Kaiwu", and he became more determined in his heart that he must publish this book.

It is not too late.

Immediately write a letter, the central meaning of the full text is only one: borrow money.

Through the network of post stations extending in all directions, it was delivered to Tu Shaoying who was far away in Shu.

After receiving the letter, Tu Shaoying was very straightforward and not stingy at all.I am going to spend all my belongings to support this former friend to print books.

Write back immediately.

"The books written by Ying Xing are of extraordinary significance. Is there fire, medicine, production methods, if not. Please come to Sichuan, and I will make it easier for you."

half a month later.

Song Yingxing received the letter.

Feeling very excited, he immediately packed his bags, bid farewell to Song Yingsheng, and embarked on the journey to Shu.

"The road to Shu is difficult, and it is difficult to meet the blue sky."

As early as the Tang Dynasty, a great poet lamented this way.

After a lot of hard work, Song Yingxing finally arrived at the place where Tu Shaoying worked.

Before stopping to rest, he said directly: "Shao Yun, I came here for gunpowder, please take me to meet you."

Tu Shaoying was a little dumbfounded.

He also admired Song Yingxing's determination.

Without further ado, he took him to a hidden mountain stream.

"Boom!"

I only heard the sound resounding from the distance.

There was a pungent and unpleasant smell in the air.

Looking closer, a group of naked, topless men were digging with hoes.

A big mountain not far away was hollowed out directly from the middle.

If you rely on manpower to hollow out that mountain, it will not take several years to complete it.

Tu Shaoyang said: "With gunpowder, it only takes a moment to blow up such a big hole."

Of course Song Yingxing didn't believe it.

Tu Shaoying didn't explain, just smiled, called a soldier, pointed to a small hill next to him, and whispered a few words.

The soldier nodded his head.

He took out something wrapped in black paper and placed it next to the hill.

next second.

The flames are lit.

A deafening sound resounded.

Song Yingxing swallowed.

When I looked at the small hill again, it had been blown to pieces and was almost flattened to the ground. I was so shocked that I didn't speak for a while.

"This is black powder, and it is powerful."

"Not only that, but there are also some things that have been passed down from the West. I'll take you to have a look."

The two came to an armory.

But there are some strange things inside, no swords and sticks.

"these are?"

Tu Shaoying picked up a long stick and said with a smile: "This is called Huo Tong, it is powerful and can take people's lives from afar."

The voice fell.

Tu Shaoxuan aimed at the distant wall and pulled the trigger.

After the noise.

A black hole was left on the thick wall.

Song Yingxing swallowed, if this hit someone on the head, a hole would not show up immediately.

Followed by.

Tu Shaoying introduced many novel weapons one by one, and Song Yingxing took a small notebook and recorded them all.

"Thank you Brother Shaoying, you have helped me a lot."

"If you talk like this, you're divided. What's the relationship between us?"

Tu Shaoying smiled heartily.

When leaving from Shu.

Song Yingxing brought enough money, as well as money for printing books funded by Tu Shaoying's entire family.

Back to Tongxiang County.

Song Yingxing didn't hesitate, after sorting out the method of silkworm bath and gunpowder knowledge, he came to the printing workshop with a heavy manuscript.

The owner of the workshop looked disgusted, and the poor ghost came to the door again.

"Boss, this is printed money, please have a look."

Song Yingxing handed the money he had managed to get together to the owner of the workshop.

"This……"

The workshop owner couldn't believe it.

But the fact happened before his eyes, he swallowed his saliva and smiled: "Please wait a moment."

three days later.

The two Song brothers went to the printing workshop together.

Looking at the brand-new "Heavenly Creation", decades of ups and downs turned into a smile at this moment, showing on Song Yingxing's vicissitudes of face.

At this moment.

Doubts that plagued his youth.

'Why was Li Shizhen able to write the masterpiece "Compendium of Materia Medica"? '

The answer is self-evident, he has experienced it once.

even.

It is far more difficult than Li Shizhen's journey.

Song Yingxing stretched out his trembling hand, and gently stroked the soft cover. His heart was full of emotions. He who has always been strong, now his eyes were moist, and two lines of tears flowed out.

Crystal clear teardrops dripped down.

Unbiased and unbiased, it just hit the word "Heavenly Creation".

In the brief silence in the workshop, everyone was moved by Song Yingxing, and there was a faint sense of sadness in the air.

"Mr. Song, I offended you by looking down on people before. Please forgive me."

The workshop owner said softly.