Beiyang new warlord

"Then I don't know why the young master is here this time. Do you still want to buy feldspar and lead stone?"

Can be regarded as freed from embarrassment, looked down at the jars connected up and down, Mao Jue's eyes couldn't help but sparkle, and he went up to clap his hands.

"This time I'm here to buy saltpeter, but Daoist, you need to help me process it!"

In the pomegranate jar, more than a dozen pieces of saltpeter were roasted under the hot fire, and a puff of smoke began to rise from the jar, and finally flowed into the wormwood along the curved jar, and was soaked by the cold water under the wormwood. The middle cooling spread out, dyeing the water with a layer. Listening to the continuous sound, Mao Jue's eyes widened.

He really doesn't want to die, and he doesn't want to live like a dog. In the shipyard before, that tricky and mean workshop director, the arrogant personnel manager, always yelled at your boss, although in this era, he has lost a lot, but he is still young He turned ten years old, and gained an unprecedented high social status. Mao Jue didn't realize that he began to immerse himself in the authority brought by this young master of the Mao family.

Therefore, it is even more impossible to lose everything in front of you.

The weather in early spring became a bit stuffy under the scorching heat. A layer of sweat broke out on Su Yi's small face, which wet the tightly wrapped clothes. Quite tempting, Mao Jue himself was drenched with sweat, and the old Taoist Xuankong seemed to be a little cultivated, his mind was calm and naturally cool, and there was not even a bead of sweat on his forehead.

Then a lot of money would be needed, the income from the glass workshop was still not enough to satisfy Mao Jue's sense of security, he needed more!

The saltpeter in the jar had been dry-fired for more than an hour. Half of the jar of saltpeter had been used up for more than half, and it became pitch black. There was still a layer of black dust, but looking at the jar of water, Mao Jue was extremely excited.

"Su Yi, quickly find a container and put these in it for me! Be careful, this thing is very dangerous, the skin will melt away immediately!"

These words made Su Yi's little face turn pale with fright, and she moved a jar from the corner tremblingly. Seeing her appearance, Mao Jue simply reached out and snatched the jar, poured the turbid solution in the snail into it, and then used mud to clean it. Seal the jar like that baby.

"Young Master Mao, what are you doing here?"

I have been refining alchemy for half my life, burning saltpeter to refine water, this is the first time Xuankong old Taoist has seen it, and he couldn't help asking curiously.But in a good mood, Mao Jue turned around and gave him a mouthful of white crystal teeth.

"This is fairy water, drink it and you will be able to ascend to the fairy immediately!"

"My lord is laughing at the poor man again!"

Just now I said that it will melt when it touches the skin, and now I drank Shengxian again. If the old Taoist Xuankong believed it, he would be blamed, a little regretful and a little bit blamed, and he made a speech, but immediately, the old guy's dizzy eyeballs were almost Su Yi didn't stare at all, Su Yi was still holding the jar tremblingly, Mao Jue took out a large silver coin from her waist pouch and stuffed it into his hand.

"These 20 taels of silver are incense money for Guanli!"

"Oh, this is too much!"

Not to mention, the old Taoist Xuankong really had some cultivation, he was not knocked unconscious by the silver, so he quickly pushed the silver and stuffed it into Mao Jue's hand again.

"Pindao is such a poor place, you can't use so much money, let alone just a few catties of saltpeter. Mrs. Wen and Pindao were old friends. How can Pindao accept it?"

"Then add more saltpeter, feldspar and the like, maybe I will use a lot after a while!"

Without allowing him to delay, he stuffed the silver back again, pulled Su Yi and hugged the jar, Mao Jue just left, until he boarded the carriage at the door, he could still see the old Taoist Xuankong embarrassingly leading his apprentice behind him And uneasy farewell.

"The Daoist is a man of duty!"

But after putting the jar down, looking back, Su Yi couldn't help but said with emotion, also looked at the window twice, Mao Jue secretly remembered it.

"Master, where are we going next?"

"East Beach, Long Island, go to Glass Workshop!"

Chapter 9. Slave bullying the master?

First go home to send back the precious jar, and then Mao Jue went to the glass workshop, tossing there all afternoon. Now the production capacity here is really low. Putting it into the glass workshop, only five or six pieces of utensils can be produced in a day. The three of them are as busy as dogs. It can be regarded as refining the things Mao Jue wanted at sunset, packing them into boxes for him and taking them back.

"Master, what exactly are you going to do?"

In the morning, it was the water that could melt away the skin, and in the afternoon, it was the glass again. I got out of the carriage with the box in my arms, and walked to the small building of the commander-in-chief's mansion. I was still full of curiosity in plain clothes, and asked Mao Jue by the sleeve. He kept asking questions, but unfortunately, shaking his head, Mao Jue just had a mysterious smile like he was pissed off, so he didn't tell her.

"Shanren has his own tricks, just wait and see how Ben can do magic tricks for you!"

"Hmph, young master, you are bad, so you bully Su Yi!"

The little girl has a big temper, she pouted her mouth and ignored Mao Jue. She bounced into the small building with a box in her arms, with a smile on her lips. For the first time, Mao Jue felt that time travel was not necessarily a bad thing. With a salary of around three thousand yuan, it was too difficult to find a beautiful wife in a coastal city. When he came here, at least the organization gave him one.

A girl as beautiful as pixel clothes is probably going to be in high school in the future, and she must be a class girl, a bunch of boys are all star-studded, can she deal with Mao Jue, a socially idle youth?But here, Su Yi is his liaison girl, who is already his in name, and she can pick it off if she wants.

Recently, everything has been on the right track. As long as Yuan Chonghuan is dealt with, at least Mao Jue will be able to sit back and relax within a few years. He is full and lustful, and watching this girl's little butt twist and turn upstairs, Mao Jue's heart suddenly becomes alive. Thinking of overthrowing Su Yi, a loli, he couldn't help feeling a little excited.

But at this moment, Su Yi's exclamation sounded from upstairs.

"Master!"

With a tight heart, Mao Jue hurried up the stairs in three steps and two steps. Looking at the appearance inside, he was so angry that he immediately slammed his fist on the table.

The drafts of his paintings were turned over in a mess, the air was filled with a smell of fire, and his most precious jar was knocked over, and the precious liquid was almost gone.

"Who the hell did it!"

Mao Jue's roar was heard by half of the commander's residence.

More than a dozen servants were gathered in two rows. However, facing Mao Jue's flaming eyes, these guys were all foolish and confident, and even a maid was giggling in a low voice behind her.

"Who did it?"

With a livid face and hands behind his back, Mao Jue stood gloomy in front of these people, his voice was as low as a muffled thunder, echoing gloomyly in the ears of these people, but standing beside him, Su Yi's face was full of worry , holding two small fists in his chest.

"Back to the young master, I really don't know who did it, maybe it was the wind. The young master should ask Su Yi! Ask us, it's unnecessary!"

In the front, a burly servant in his twenties lowered his head and held his fists slightly, but his tone was almost sarcastic, let alone respectful. Hearing this voice, the servants behind him became even more unscrupulous.

"Clap~"

This crisp sound was shocking, covering the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth in disbelief, the servant leader looked at Mao Jue as if he were looking at a dinosaur, and the other servants also opened their mouths.

Through this experience, Mao Jue has lost too much. His family, work, all kinds of modern society, and even his life are all at stake. This handsome young man is the only compensation for him. Unknowingly, he has been immersed in After enjoying the status brought by the role of Mao Jue, at this moment, he couldn't tolerate others daring to ride on his neck and shit.

"Fart your mother, get out!"

Before the leader of the servant came to his senses, Mao Jue kicked the terrified servant next to him on the calf again, and his right hand was like a vise, and he directly pulled the hand of a servant girl in the back row. dragged her out.

"How is this going?"

A dark wound spread across her hand.

On weekdays, the servants joked that Mao Jue was the son of tofu, but even the son of tofu was also a son. Seeing his red eyes and his murderous look, the servant girl was frightened and dumbfounded. The servant leader next to him cupped his fists again gloomyly.

"Master, Qiu Ju's hand was picked up by the fire when she was in the kitchen, it's so small"

"Clap~"

"Where the hell do you have the right to speak!"

Under the unbelievable gaze again, Mao Jue slapped the servant once again, and then grabbed the servant girl by the collar again, and yelled and asked viciously.

"Say, what's going on?"

"Young master, slave girl, slave girl, I don't dare anymore, you, please spare this slave girl!"