[Comprehensive] Survival of the Last Emperor

Among the chemical products that Hu Hai knows, there are many chemical elements that can make iron brittle, and strong acid, low alkali and ultra-low temperature can do it.But if you add just a little, there seem to be only two or three substances that will make the iron brittle.

"Sister Ying, how brittle are you talking about? Is it like glass... no, I mean glass, it shatters when you tap it lightly." Hu Hai grabbed Xiang Liying's sleeve with a sweet voice asked.

"It is indeed what the young master said." Xiang Liying recalled the scene at that time, nodded and replied.

"That's it..." Hu Hai quickly memorized the table of chemical elements in his heart, what chemical elements are added to iron to make it brittle?There is no doubt that it must be carbon.

The difference between steel and iron is the carbon content.Those with low carbon content are steel, those with high carbon content are wrought iron, those with higher carbon content are pig iron, and those with higher carbon content are scrap iron.Pig iron is hard and brittle, which is very consistent with Xiang Liying's characteristics.

But Hu Hai always felt that it was not that simple. In a vague way, he remembered that there was a story similar to the beginning in the series of scientific coincidence stories such as "A certain scientist discovered penicillin because of moldy oranges" that he had read when he was a child.

"Add more of these ores." Hu Hai pointed at the pile of ores on the ground and said abruptly.

"Ah?" Xiang Liying looked at Hu Hai in surprise, "Why add this?"

"It's just an experiment." Real knowledge comes from practice, and science can't be done on paper.Anyway, I can't recognize what kind of ore it is with my naked eyes, so I might as well test it to see if it is carbon or the kind of ore I thought, "Zhao Gao, go and call some people to move these ores to the ground." candle there."

"But, son..." Xiang Liying opened her mouth to try to persuade her a few more words, but was stopped by the other party with a wave of her hand. She could only watch helplessly as a group of big men carried all the ore like hills back into the house.

"Young master, what is this?" Zhu put down the hammer in his hand, looked at Hu Hai who was running in front of him in surprise, and immediately stepped between Hu Hai and the fire, and said in a slightly panicked voice: "Molten iron is ruthless, Be careful, young master, please don't come over again."

If Hu Hai was really a three-year-old child, he would most likely be curious about the steaming pot of liquid in the stove that was emitting a dazzling golden light.But as an adult, Hu Hai said that he has watched "Death is Coming" and knows what "a gentleman does not stand a dangerous wall". After dying once, he especially knows that life is precious. I can vote for a second-generation child again.

So when Zhu said this, he came to his senses and not only stopped immediately, but even took two steps back. After confirming that the distance was far enough, he just pointed to the ore that was brought in, and pointed to the molten iron on the stove and said: "Zhu , Throw these ores into molten iron and use them together to cast pots."

"Ah? But..." Zhu thought that Xiang Liying hadn't made it clear to Hu Hai, and was about to explain to Hu Hai that these ores could not be used to cast pots, as it would make the cast iron extremely brittle, when Hu Hai continued.

"Play a little more this time, at least ten times as much as you did last time..." Hu Hai thought for a while, and then added: "If the cast iron is still extremely brittle after playing ten times, then play it two times." Ten times. It is still brittle after twenty times, so there is no need to try again.”

"But...but...why...why?" Zhu looked at Hu Hai and asked a little at a loss.

It wasn't Hu Hai who answered him, but Zhao Gao who was standing aside, "Young Master told you to let go, so you just let him go, why are there so many words?" Zhao Gao said, staring hard at Zhu.

"Yes, yes, the young master told you to let go, so you can let go of the candle." Fearing that Hu Hai would get angry, Xiang Liying stepped forward to hold the candle, winking a few times and said.

Although Zhu is a stubborn person, he is not a person who does not know how to adapt—although it is not ruled out, because what Hu Hai asked him to forge was not a sword, but an unknown thing. After the initial doubts, he did not pursue it anymore The reason, with the idea of ​​playing with the children anyway, readily agreed, "Here."

From the beginning to the end, Hu Hai, who didn't say a word, looked at the men and women standing on the left and right and hummed the second general. Thinking about it, if it was before, he made such an unreasonable request-he didn't dare to mention it before. How could a three-year-old child have anything? The right to speak?I had to silently sigh in my heart, no wonder everyone wants to be an emperor and a high official. It feels so good to have power. As long as you want to do it, no matter whether it is reasonable or not, someone will help you do it, and you don’t need to find a reason.

After finishing Zhu's matter, Hu Hai didn't want to sit here and wait foolishly, leaving two guards to help Zhu, Hu Hai decided to let Xiang Liying take him for a stroll.

Walking around, until noon, Hu Hai felt hungry.What's horrible is that Xiang Liying next to him has no intention of treating her to dinner.

After asking, Hu Hai realized that because the grain output is not high, it is not easy to make a fire and it takes time to cook, so ordinary people like the Mohist generally eat two meals a day.

Breakfast is at nine o'clock in the morning, and dinner is at four o'clock in the afternoon, and most of the dinners are not freshly cooked, but just reheat the leftover meals in the morning. Only princes, kings and emperors can have three to four meals a day.

After listening to Xiang Liying's explanation, Hu Hai came up with a general idea that the number of meals he eats is linked to his status, the more powerful the person, the more meals he eats.Just like Ying Zheng, although in theory he only eats two regular meals to show that he is frugal, in fact he still has afternoon tea and supper.

Because he didn't prepare lunch for Hu Hai in time, and Hu Hai himself expressed that he wanted to experience the daily routine—afterwards, Hu Hai was so regretful that he wished to slap himself twice for his lack of thoughtfulness.

The staple food is corn bread, and the side dishes are poorly processed, fishy-smelling jerky, and a few plates of unknown pickles that lack salt and oil.

Hu Hai originally thought that the food in the Qin Palace was bad enough, but only today did he realize that he had wronged the cook.Qin Gong's food was just hard to swallow. Eating this homely meal was a sore throat. Hu Hai wondered if it was because the ancient shelling technology was not good enough, and the corn shells were not completely removed, which made his throat itchy after eating.

Thanks to many years of social etiquette, Hu Hai didn't spit out the food, but bit the bullet and ate the cake in his hand with difficulty.Although he was not full, he was no longer ready to be abused, and was going to go to Zhu's place to see if the pot was ready, and to see when he could go home.

But I don't know if it was because he sat for too long, and when he stood up, his legs felt a little numb. Hu Hai only felt his feet go soft. Fortunately, he had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and he grabbed something next to him in time to avoid falling.

Hu Hai raised his head and looked down, and looked down again. What he grabbed was the sleeve of a maid in Xiangli's house, but the touch did not have the smooth or cottony feeling that clothes should have. It's like grabbing a piece of extremely rough bark, hard and harsh.Hu Hai couldn't imagine that such a rough thing could be made into clothes for people to wear, and that someone could bear such clothes.

Hu Hai let go of the maid's clothes and looked at his palm. Although he just pulled it a little, the palm of his hand, which was white, pink and tender, had already been rubbed so that a red mark appeared.

Coarse clothes and food!For the first time, Hu Hai realized the true meaning of this word. It is no longer a word used to beautify writing in composition, but a kind of life.

I used to read novels about rich people who ate poor people's food and their throats hurt, or that young ladies were too skinny to wear rough clothes, and their skin bleeds from the clothes. Hu Hai still felt that the other party was too pretentious and artificial.

Now Hu Hai knows, it's just that he wasn't bitter enough at the time.

Hu Hai didn't want to lose his current life, so he told himself that he must work harder to make Ying Zheng love him more.

"Let's go." Hu Hai patted his sleeves calmly, turned his head and said to Xiang Liying with a big smile, "Now... the time to witness the miracle has come."