I was a prince in ancient times

The wooden boards on the outside of the concrete are disassembled, and the walls inside have been formed.

The gray wall stands on the ground like a stubborn stone, bringing a sense of freshness to people of this era.

Lu Chuyi poked it with his finger and said in surprise, "It really turned into a stone."

Chen Gui repeatedly checked the front and back of the wall. Hearing what Lu Chuyi said, he smiled, "I'm afraid it's not just as simple as a stone."

Xie Anlan cast a glance at him, borrowed a long knife from the guard behind him, and tapped on the wall, "Then let's test its sturdiness now."

Pull out the cold and sharp iron knife from the scabbard, aim the blade at the wall, and slash at the wall with a little force.

The sharp blade collided with the wall and wiped out some sparks, but there was no damage at all except for a little light mark on the wall.

The few people were startled now, and watched for a while around the shallow mark.

"This...is too strong." Lu Chuyi looked at the wall for a while, and then at the iron knife in Xie Anlan's hand.

Even iron can't be shaken, so wouldn't it be indestructible to build a city wall?

"Try other things." Xie Anlan was not satisfied with this, but asked the guards behind him to bring up a basketful of tools.

The axe, the hammer, the brazing iron, each one was tried in turn.

The final result is no exception, except for leaving a little spot on the wall, there is no substantial damage to the wall at all.

"It's so powerful, it can be used to build a city wall, and it saves the effort of manual mining of stones." Lu Chuyi saw the prince that day and ordered a few guards to take a pile of stones and sand and stir them with water to build. Building this wall is much simpler than building a city wall.

"It can be used not only to build city walls, but also to build roads, houses, bridges, rivers, etc." Lu Chengjiao's eyes moved slightly, and he quickly thought of it by analogy.

"Smart." Xie Anlan couldn't help admiring, as expected of his daughter-in-law, she turned her head very quickly.

Facing Xie Anlan's admiring gaze, Lu Chengjie smiled slightly, moved his eyes away unnaturally, then slowly moved them back, paused and replied, "It's not as good as your Highness."

Xie Anlan took a moment to relax before realizing that he had changed his way and praised him again.

He touched his nose discreetly, but didn't say anything.

The others were all around the cement and couldn't stop looking at it, and they really didn't notice the flickering eyes between the two.

After a long time, Lu Chuyi remembered that the prince seemed to have said that he would use this thing to build roads.

"My lord, do you really want to use this thing to build a road to the imperial capital?"

Xie Anlan nodded, "Naturally, have you ever heard a saying that you want Fu to build the road first, so this road must be built?"

Xie Anlan had already made plans.

Yicheng itself has official roads, so he doesn't need to dig mountains to build roads, he can just lay the concrete on the official roads, which saves trouble and effort, and at most requires a little more labor.

It also happens to relieve the extra refugees.

Repairing this road will also let the people of the world see the value of this concrete. He doesn't need to publicize it, and people will naturally rush to buy it.

What's more, with the cement road, merchants traveling from south to north don't have to worry about the weather. Even in the season of heavy rain, as long as the goods are protected from moisture, they can still do business.

Greatly facilitated trade.

At that time, he will build a post station on the official road, which will be used as a resting place for merchants and pedestrians, and it can also be used as a transfer station for trade.

In short, this road will not be built in vain.

Lu Chuyi calculated in his heart and couldn't help wrinkling his face. The distance from Yicheng to the imperial capital is not far away. Even if it's just some sand and stones that are not expensive, it's not a small project. How much does it cost? ah.

Knowing that his young master didn't have much money on hand, Lu Chuyi couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"Xiu." Facing Lu Chuyi's worried eyes, Lu Chengjia was honest, without even thinking about it, he made a final decision.

Lu Chu's face was pale, his heart tightened, his fingertips tightened, his lips pressed tightly, and he didn't say anything at the moment.

After going back, he found a suitable time and asked in private, "Young Master, do you want to use those things sealed in the Duke's Mansion?"

"Yeah." Lu Chengjiao's face was calm, and he didn't necessarily have any reluctance.

"But...but...but..." Lu Chu opened his lips and muttered for a long time, not knowing what to say.

Lu Chengjiao closed his eyes lightly, "There's nothing good about it. Those things are dead things, and they're stored in the dark warehouse, and they will rot after a long time. Why don't you take them out and do something."

"But that's your last protection, young master." Lu Chuyi clenched his heart tightly. In the past, he didn't feel sorry for how much the prince spent on their young master. That's because he knew that these were just a drop in the ocean earned by the young master himself.

The real big head is still in the warehouse of the Duke's Mansion.

The Lu family has been passed down for more than 200 years since the founding of the country in the Yong Dynasty, and it has also been brilliant for more than 200 years. The wealth accumulated in these 200 years cannot be compared with that of the young master who has worked hard for ten years.

So he pretended he didn't see how the prince went about his daily life.

But this time is different, the young master wants to show all his background.

if……

"If the prince loses the young master in the future, even if he sacrificed his life on the first day of the junior high school, he will have to strip him of his majestic prince."

Lu Chuyi gritted his teeth fiercely. Although the prince treats his young master well now, no one can guarantee that it will not be the case in the future.

"Your Highness, he... is fine." Lu Chengjiao's fingertips inadvertently traced his lips, reminiscing about the lingering and unknowing tenderness of that night, and the tails of his eyes lifted.

Inexplicably believe that His Highness is not that kind of person who loves the new and dislikes the old.

"Young Master, as long as you are happy." Seeing Lu Chengjiao's bright smile, Lu Chuyi still didn't say anything.

Since the accident in the Duke's Mansion, although the young master of his family can also smile, but the smile is mostly not up to his eyes, and sometimes reveals a chill.

He hadn't seen such a bright smile for many, many years.

That's all, as long as their young master is happy.

Anyway, the young master is the only one left in the Lu family, and the young master will never have any heirs in this life, so those dead things will be spent.

People live in a hurry for a hundred years, isn't it just for fun.

Lu Chuyi thought about it, and didn't persuade him anymore. He rubbed his eyes, let out a breath, and went out to deal with business.

After Lu Chengjie waited for him to go out, he smiled helplessly. He was still too young in the first day of junior high school. He only saw the money spent, but he didn't see what the road would look like once it was built.

Moreover, if the road is built and the people of the world see the value of concrete, there will be only a lot more people who build the road. With the road, it will definitely have an impact on Du's water transportation.

I don't know if Mrs. Du will regret it if he thinks about it in the future. After all, if he hadn't sent so many people to His Highness, His Highness might not have thought of building roads first.

This can be regarded as self-inflicted to some extent.

Lu Chengjie slightly hooked the corners of his lips, apparently in a good mood.

After the concrete was finished, Xie Anlan brought Feng Zhixian over. After showing him the magic of concrete, he wanted him to arrange people to start building the road.

"Your Majesty's meritorious deed will last forever." After seeing the cement, Feng Shuchong immediately knelt down in front of Xie Anlan and made a big salute.

Xie Anlan quickly helped him up, "What are you doing?"

When Feng Shuchong raised his head again, his face was full of tears, "Your Majesty, I don't know. Whether it's building a city wall or building a house, you need to use glutinous rice to make it sticky. In recent years, there have been wars every year. When the people are hungry, they go to eat the houses mixed with glutinous rice. With the concrete made by the prince, people in the world will no longer need to use glutinous rice to build houses. There are fewer people who starve to death in this world. I just don’t know What is the price of this concrete, my lord?"

When asked about the price, Xie Anlan was stunned.

I really didn't expect that someone would want to buy it so soon.

After a little thought, the sand and stones were all produced from his land, and it really didn't cost much, but the clay, limestone, and coal used to burn cement were more troublesome.

Among these things, except for the slightly more expensive coal, the rest are not worth a lot of money, and they are not expensive after all.

"Let's just settle for one hundred catties of consistent money." For Xie Anlan, this price can still make a lot of money.

Feng Shuchong was stunned. This price is much cheaper than glutinous rice, and even some ordinary people can accept it. With an idea in his mind, he blurted out, "My lord, I will order a hundred tons first."

Xie Anlan was startled, "What are you doing with so much cement?"

Feng Shuchong smiled slightly, "Your Majesty forgot that the lower official was going to build a reservoir here in Yicheng. I was worried that the soil in Yicheng would not be able to accumulate water due to the perennial drought, and the price of glutinous rice was too expensive. The money in the hands of the lower official would not be enough. , Now that you have the concrete of the prince, it has given the lower officials a lot of confidence."

When he said this, Xie Anlan remembered it. If he hadn't found someone to find the source of the underground river, he wouldn't have found the quartz sand, and he wouldn't have thought of the concrete.

It's really fate to say the least.

But this Feng Shuchong is also a smart person, seeing the value of concrete, he immediately thought of the first to act first.

When he built a reservoir with concrete, which can irrigate the people of Yicheng, the people will not be able to worship him as a god.

As soon as he reminded, Xie Anlan instantly realized how important this concrete was to officials.

Building bridges, paving roads, and building water conservancy projects are all good things that benefit the people. In the past, as long as one was done well, it could be recorded in the history books.

It's just that people who didn't have a little perseverance didn't have the courage to do these things before. Now that he has produced cement, the cost and engineering can be simplified. Those officials who are not all want to seize this opportunity like crazy .

Xie Anlan had a measure in her mind, and comforted Feng Shu and said, "Don't worry, the matter of cement and concrete is of great importance. After I discuss it with Brother Huang, I will reply to you. What do you think?"

Of course Feng Shuchong had no objection, but a sense of loss couldn't stop lingering in his heart.

Originally, he wanted to catch up with King Chen, build the reservoir, and make a name for himself. After Yicheng's affairs, he could go up again.

As soon as Chen Wang discussed with His Majesty, he naturally couldn't keep up with this shareholder style, and it would be a lie to say that he was not frustrated.

After all, who doesn't want to seize the credit that fell from the sky.

Xie Anlan saw the loss of Fengzhi County, but said nothing, no matter whether he was credited with using cement to build the reservoir or not, what he did for Yicheng is enough for his official career for the rest of his life.

After returning, Xie Anlan was going to write a letter and entrust it to Xie Cangming together with the cement.

Just holding the brush to write ten big characters, he lost the brush, pinched his brows, and looked at the jet-black big characters on the rice paper, it was horrible.

His family belongs to the nouveau riche category. His father was lucky enough to catch up with the good time to start a business. He earned a lot of money and came back to start a company. He didn't educate him much since he was a child.

If it wasn't for the company's accident, his father jumped off the building, and he is still in front of his rich second generation, how could he write calligraphy.

Now, when I travel through time, I hold a writing brush. I don’t know whether it’s because I’m holding the brush in the wrong posture, or I’m not focusing on the right point. The words written on the end of the brush are always scattered into a ball of ink.

Unless you write large characters, small characters like pen characters will be written one after another with ink blobs.

Now it is impossible for him to learn to write with patience like when he was a child.

Xie Anlan pinched the painful brows, her face sank, thought for a while, picked up the paper on the table, and went straight to Lu Chengjie.

He decided it wasn't hard for himself anymore.

Walking through the corridor, he came to Lu Chengjia's bedroom, knocked on the door, pushed the door open and entered.

Lu Chengge was sitting on the table as usual to deal with things, while Lu Chuyi was holding a thick booklet, frowning and choosing something.

"Your Highness." Seeing Xie Anlan come in, Lu Chengjia put down the pen and ink in his hand, ready to stand up to greet him.

Xie Anlan waved his hand to signal that he would be excused, and brought his badly written handwriting to Lu Chengjiao.

Lu Chengjie took it with a little interest, and couldn't help laughing when he saw the handwriting.

"Where did your Highness come from?" The handwriting was as good as those of his illiterate people.

As soon as Lu Chu heard what his young master said, he turned his head to take a look, and couldn't help but smile.

Xie Anlan's face darkened, but she didn't lie, "I wrote it myself."

Both of them were startled, but after seeing Xie Anlan's expression clearly, they couldn't hold back their laughter.

"Your Highness's handwriting is eclectic and elegant." Lu Chengjiao praised against his will, his eyelashes lowered, hiding the smile in the corner of his eyes.

"Laugh if you want to. I haven't written for a few days since I was born. This time I want to write a letter to my brother, but I found that the handwriting is unsightly. I have to ask you for help." Xie Anlan sighed slightly, and said I don't mind being ridiculed by the two of them.

His words reminded Lu Chengjia, "It's time for His Highness to find some staff."

"Let's talk about this later, you help me finish writing this letter first." Xie Anlan didn't want to find an aide. After finding an aide, I would leave it to them to handle such trivial matters as writing a letter. How could he go to Lu Cheng It's close.

Is it possible that he really wants to be like his other elder brothers who don't know what they are busy with, and then count the days, and go to the princess's room to lie down on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, chatting about things, there are many days like that boring.

"Okay." Lu Chengjie lowered his head, looked at the piece of paper Xie Anlan handed him again, and slightly bent his lips.

Sorry, he really didn't see these words, it was written as a letter.

Holding the pen again, dipped in the ink, thought for a moment and began to write.

"Brother, I'm doing well these days..."

Xie Anlan carefully observed Lu Chengjiao's thin fingers holding the pen, never tired of watching it.

Look at the fonts he wrote one after another, the handwriting is neat and handsome, and the words are beautiful and decent.

For a while, I was fascinated.

"What else does your Highness need to explain?" After Lu Chengjia wrote a series of greetings, he explained some recent things and asked again.

Xie Anlan was fascinated by his writing, and he didn't come back to his senses until Lu Chengjia called him three times.

"Tell me about the concrete matter, and see what the emperor's brother has planned for it." Xie Anlan briefly explained the matter of Fengzhi County's reservoir construction.

Lu Chengjiao nodded, and dipped in the ink again. Seeing that Xie Anlan was staring at his own handwriting, he refused to look away.

The corners of the mouth raised slightly, "Your Highness also wants to write."

Xie Anlan shook her head, "I don't write well."

"It's okay, I'll take Your Highness with me, and I won't write poorly." Lu Chengjie said in a slightly charming voice.

"Then I'll try." Xie Anlan's heart was moved, and she rubbed beside Lu Chengjie.

Before he could react, he was pulled into his arms, and there was a slight cool feeling on the back of his hand.

A gust of hot wind came from the ears, and a pleasant voice sounded, "Your Highness, hold the pen."

Xie Anlan lowered her head following his words, holding a wolf hair pen in her fair and thin hand, and handed it to him.

He caught the pen and held it casually.

"Your Highness is wrong." Lu Chengjia noticed that Xie Anlan's pen holding posture was wrong, took his hand, and patiently corrected him one by one.

Finally, the cool fingers attached to his slightly hot hands, leading him to try to write two words on a piece of white paper.

"Your Highness, do you think it's okay?" There was damp heat again at the base of the ears, and the two of them were so close that he could hear Lu Chengjiao's breathing and heartbeat clearly.

Xie Anlan couldn't help but get distracted. As for the words on the paper, he couldn't read any of them clearly.

Pausing for a while, thinking of the string of zeros on the system, the charming thoughts in my heart disappeared completely, and only then did I see the words that fell on the words clearly.

"Yes." Although it is a little worse than Lu Chengke's writing alone, it is much better than his dog crawling handwriting.

"Then, Your Highness, let's start writing letters now. Keep your hands steady and keep your mind clear of distractions." Lu Chengjiao confessed a few more words, and slowly put Xie Anlan's hand on the letter paper, and began to write stroke by stroke.

Seeing clear and meaningful fonts emerge from her hands one after another, Xie Anlan no longer had any other thoughts, and concentrated on writing along with Lu Chengjiao.

At the end of the writing, Xie Anlan was still a little bit unsatisfied, "Why don't we write about the sugar in the letter and tell Brother Huang, anyway, he will know sooner or later."

"Okay." Lu Chengjia had no objection.

The spring sun was just right, slanting in through the mottled shade of the trees in the courtyard, and falling on the white rice paper, the words on the paper were reflected brightly.

Lu Chuyi looked at his young master embracing the prince, smiled with satisfaction, picked up the treasury book of the Duke's Mansion, which was so thick that it covered his head, and quietly exited the room.

It took nearly half an hour to write a letter. After it was finished, Xie Anlan didn't delay, dried the ink on it, put it in an envelope, and sent someone back to the imperial capital along with the cement.

Lu Chengjia was left alone, feeling the slightly warm palm from Xie Anlan's hot hand, and was in a daze.

The letter entered the capital quickly, and it was delivered to Xie Cangming immediately.

Overjoyed, Xie Cangming immediately put aside the business at hand, opened the letterhead and read it.

Seeing the greeting at the beginning, he even cursed with a smile, "This kid, I finally remembered my brother, and thought he was playing wild outside."

Of course, these are all jokes, Xie Cangming knows what Xie Anlan did in Yicheng.

Knowing that his younger brother didn't mess around outside and relieved many refugees for him, he was also quite relieved.

If he knew that he would be able to calm down after getting married, he should have married him a princess earlier.

But when he thought of the naughty way he threw those albums into the fire when he recommended Xie Anlan as a candidate for the princess, he shook his head and smiled.

It turned out that he liked men.

No wonder they threw those women's albums into the fire.

Looking at the letter, the letter explained many things to him in detail, some of which he knew, and some of which he did not know.

Seeing the end, he was vaguely surprised. He knew that Xie Anlan had tossed out the saddle. He had asked Feng Zhixian to firmly hold the agency in his hands, which was equivalent to holding the saddle in his own hands in disguise.

After all, this is something Xie Anlan tossed up, and he, as an older brother, can't ask for it blatantly, so he can only control it in this tactful way.

Unexpectedly, in addition to the saddle, he also tossed out a method that can turn brown sugar into white sugar, and cement that can become famous.

Xie Cangming tapped his knuckles on the imperial table a few times, he couldn't help being a little confused, and then suddenly remembered that Xie Anlan was a person who could even make gun|powder, so what were things like sugar and cement worth.

There is this kind of genius in the world, who can think of a series of interesting things through contact with a certain event, so as to make something that shocks the world.

For example, people who make nine serial rings.

His younger brother didn't like to study literature and martial arts since he was a child, so maybe his mind is all about being original.

It's also a pity, as a prince, who would have thought that he has ingenuity, so no one will develop his hobbies, and he doesn't like reading and writing, so he will finally become completely addicted to gambling.

Thinking of this, Xie Cangming sighed for a while. After he came to power, he also lost his temper because of Xie Anlan's addiction to gambling all day. In the end, in order to correct him, he had to let Li Youcai cheat him to ruin the palace, and told all brothers and sisters not to Help him, so that he can wake up and stand on his own feet.

Fortunately, it didn't backfire, which made him regain his ingenuity.

It's not bad now.

Once he became a family, he also took care of himself, and he could still create some surprises for him from time to time.

He saw tens of thousands of taels of silver bills earned from white sugar on the table, three contracts waiting to be stamped by him, and neatly written letters.

Looking at the words on the contract and the letter, one could tell that it was the same person. This must not have been done by Xie Anlan, but it could only have been done by his new emperor's son-in-law.

Thinking of Lu Chengjie, he thought of the ill-fitting women's princess dress he wore when the husband and wife entered the palace that day, and he couldn't help frowning.

He recruited his personal guards and gave a few instructions, "Let the Ministry of Internal Affairs prepare more princess clothes for Princess Chen, and remember to change them to male ones."

"There is more." Xie Cangming glanced again at the large indestructible stone made of cement placed on the imperial case, thought for a moment and said, "Let them allocate 10 taels of silver to Prince Chen to buy cement. "

Xie Anlan's purpose for building this road was also clearly written in the letter, but Xie Cangming knew that he had no money at all, and if he wanted to build such a long section of road, he could only get it from Lu Chengjie.

As a prince, he should have the bearing of a prince. It's not decent to eat soft food all the time. It's not like he doesn't have brothers and sisters. What kind of man is he who relies on the princess all the time.

As for the cement joint-stock system proposed by Xie Anlan, he didn't want it. Instead, he chose to buy cement from Xie Anlan, which can be regarded as supporting his brother in disguise.

To save him from eating the concubine's soft food every day, if he can't hold his head up in front of the concubine in the future, and he is not allowed to enter the room to sleep at night, it would be shameful to cry in front of him.

Xie Cangming gave the order, and the Ministry of the Interior quickly prepared the things. All kinds of things were loaded into a large carriage, and they sent them along with the money to Xie Anlan.

They didn't notice that shortly after they left the city, an inconspicuous small carriage followed far behind, like an inconspicuous little tail.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-06-3000:31:36~2020-07-0119:58:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Youyou Zimo;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of hairy worms; 4 bottles of zy, Nuanxing, and Youyouzimo; 3 bottles of Balcony Jun; 1 bottle of Songcheng, D, and Chunqiu Yimeng;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!