Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

"Ah!"

Ning Fan, who was discussing things with Shen Mengxi, suddenly sneezed.

Ning Fan has recently become a popular figure in the Ministry of Industry. After all, the government does not have to pay for the working expenses of the Ministry of Industry. Instead, Ning Fan pays them salaries.

At this time, Ning Fan was explaining the principles of the Jenny Textile Machine to Shen Mengxi. He explained it in simple terms and was very careful.

But even though her mouth was dry, Shen Mengxi still looked confused.

Ning Fan also understood that without any foundation, people in this era are afraid of things that are not handmade.

"Forget it, I'll draw a drawing later, and you'll be responsible for this. Call in the craftsmen and make the thing for me."

Ning Fan stopped trying to explain it and decided to do it himself.

tired!

Mouth is tired!

My heart is tired too!

What Ning Fan is looking forward to most right now is that the college in Xishan will be completed and opened as soon as possible, and a large number of technical talents will be trained by then.

There is also Wansong Academy in Tianjiang, where Ning Fan cultivates research talents. He hopes that in five or ten years, Dakang will also have a technological revolution.

"Your Highness Prince Qing, it's not that I don't understand, it's that you spoke too quickly! If you had time to sit down and speak slowly, maybe I would understand."

Shen Mengxi has been hailed as a child prodigy since he was a child, but this time he really felt that he was a fool in front of this prince.

This is a kind of suppression in terms of IQ, which is completely incomparable.

"No need, you can understand it just by looking at the drawings!"

"By the way, Xiao Shen, do you have any craftsmen who make mirrors in your engineering department?"

Ning Fan asked casually.

The number of words that Fei Ge's letter can be transmitted each time is limited, so the number of words must be compressed. This is just like the telegrams of later generations, where words must be cherished like gold.

The key is that the characters are too small and it takes a lot of effort on the eyes, so Ning Fan thought of a magnifying glass.

If you could grind a magnifying glass, reading letters would be much easier.

"There is someone who specializes in making bronze mirrors. What is your highness going to do?"

Shen Mengxi asked curiously.

"Have you ever seen a crystal?"

Ning Fan tried to ask.

It's still too early to just make glass, Ning Fan plans to use crystal to deal with it first.

When you run out of it, go to the Ministry of Industry and discuss the glass making method with the craftsmen.

"Crystal? What is that?"

Shen Mengxi looked confused.

"It's a kind of transparent ore, white, transparent..."

Ning Fan gestured with his hands and feet.

"Your Highness is talking about water jade? There is such a thing. What is your Highness going to do?"

Shen Mengxi finally figured it out.

"Yes, yes, it's water jade! Go back and find a craftsman to grind a magnifying glass for me. It will be convex on both sides, and then gradually become thinner around it."

Ning Fan brought some paper and explained the general appearance and principle of convex lenses to Shen Mengxi.

When Shen Mengxi heard Ning Fan say that this kind of thing could magnify things in his sight, she immediately said it was magical.

"Please go back and work hard to make this thing for me as soon as possible. Also, see if there are any black or brown crystals, and help make two pairs of glasses for me. The sun is too dazzling every time I go out, and it is very uncomfortable."

Ning Fan followed the instructions.

The imperial court cannot afford to support the tens of thousands of craftsmen in the Ministry of Industry. Ning Fan is now their food and clothing parent, and these craftsmen are in vain if they are not used now.

"Black crystal? There is indeed one. What is the use of Your Highness?"

Shen Mengxi has a strong thirst for knowledge and wants to know everything.

"You should look for the kind that is black, but can be seen clearly after being thinned, so that the sun will not be dazzling when viewed through the glass."

Ning Fan took a pen and paper, drew the general shape of the sunglasses on the paper, and said: "These are decorations. Beauty, comfort and practicality must be considered. Please help me design them, and I will use them myself." I’m going to give one to a girl.”

"I understand! After the slides are ready, I will hand over the rest to the jewelry craftsmen. They are the best at this! They are beautifully kept."

Shen Mengxi immediately said very politely.

Ning Fan was very satisfied, patted Shen Mengxi on the shoulder and said, "Good job, young man, I will promote you next year!"

Shen Mengxi left with satisfaction. Ning Fan thought of another thing, the gift for Xiao Lingxi should be ready.

"Ergou, go to Yumantang tomorrow to see if my customized items are ready."

Ning Fan ordered.

"okay."

Ergou quickly bent down and agreed.

The red sun was setting in the west and it was getting late. If time hadn't allowed, Ning Fan would have wanted to go and see it now.

Ning Fan didn't eat much at dinner. This was a good habit he had maintained when he was a special forces soldier in his previous life. He only ate some green leafy vegetables and some meat, and didn't eat anything else.

This way you can stay in shape and stay energetic and healthy.

Coming to this era, he has an identity that is beyond the reach of ordinary people, and has wealth that is beyond the reach of ordinary people, but there is only one thing that always makes Ning Fan cautious.

That is health. In this era, there is a shortage of medical treatment and medicine. If you really get sick, you will really have to carry it to your death.

Therefore, in terms of health, Ning Fan still cares about it. He sleeps when he is tired, has balanced nutrition, and never overdraws his body.

With the participation of craftsmen from the Ministry of Industry, the speed of building the house in the backyard can be seen with the naked eye, and it should be completed in less than half a month.

This is a pure reinforced concrete structure. It is extremely strong when you live in it. Then you won’t have to sleep in fear like you do now.

"Yueying, go light the candles and get the pen and ink."

Ning Fan ordered.

There is no TV or mobile phone. This time is five or six o'clock in the evening. It is too early to go to bed now.

Ning Fan plans to write the book "The Divine Condor", and when the printed version is available, these books will be serialized in newspapers.

Firstly, the books can be compiled into volumes in the future and then published as books for sale. Secondly, these books can be serialized in newspapers, which can also increase sales.

Ning Fan wrote slowly on the paper, while Yueying watched casually from the side. Occasionally, he would pour Ning Fan a cup of hot tea and grind the ink again.

On the street, just as Yumantang was about to close its doors, an uninvited guest suddenly came.

This man wore a black cloak and was followed by two big men with swords.

"Shopkeeper, don't close the door yet, I have something to do."

The man with the hood took off his hat, revealing a pale face. It was Yan Wudao, the powerful counselor beside the prince.

In the evening, with the lamp lit, such a pale-faced guy suddenly came in, which scared the shopkeeper to the point of crying.

He asked tremblingly: "What's the matter with this guest? Can you come back tomorrow?"

"No! Has a customer customized a set of jewelry from you recently? Is it done?"

Yan Wudao smiled gloomily.

The shopkeeper was frightened half to death, but he still did not forget the principles of doing things. He stuttered and said: "Are you here to get something? Please bring out... the receipt."