I was a prince in ancient times

When Lu Chuyi took the bank note from Lu Chengjiao, he was still slightly confused.

Didn't you just say that their Prince Chen's Mansion has so much money that they don't have to spend it all?

Why did the young master still take the lead in betting.

Lu Chengjia saw Lu Chuyi's doubts, but he didn't say much, he just asked in a low voice, "Why do you suddenly think of pressure eating?"

He remembered that just now Lu Chuyi was still talking about Xie Anlan's possibility of making a sugarcane perfume.

Lu Chu's face was slightly stiff, and he confessed honestly, "I went to the backyard secretly before and smelled a strong smell of wine. I guess the prince may use sugarcane residues to make wine again."

"Brewing..."

Lu Chengjie frowned, and pondered for a while, but he didn't think it was right.

If Xie Anlan wanted to use sugarcane to make wine, he would definitely use fresh sugarcane, and would never use sugarcane residue from the sugar mill.

"Master, do you still want to use it?" Lu Chu asked tremblingly after patting it.

Lu Chengjie said "hmm", without any intention of changing his mind.

When Lu Chu saw that he was determined, he stopped trying to persuade him, and went out with the money to find someone to bet on.

When betting, I thought about it, and I can't put all my eggs in one basket.

The young master and the prince shared the same bed and pillow every day, so sure, he might have heard something from the prince first.

So, when placing bets, Lu Chuyi secretly bet 200 taels by himself.

"Steward Lu, help us to suppress it too." When he returned to the mansion, a group of maids and servants who had heard the news surrounded him, all of them looked at him expectantly.

The wages of the servants of the palace are not low, but then again, who in this world would think that money is too much.

Lu Chuyi hesitated for a moment, then took the bets from these servants and ran again.

When Xie Anlan was making things behind closed doors at home, the cotton coats made by Chenwang Mansion for the border soldiers had already been loaded and set off.

It was Xie Anlan who raised those disabled soldiers.

Along with Xie Cangming was the person who arranged for the delivery of new weapons. Both groups were disciplined, and even if they saw something, they all bit their teeth to death.

I don't know what method they used, such a heavy weapon just left no trace along the road, just like pulling cart after cart of light cotton, without attracting anyone's attention.

When the cotton and new weapons arrived at the border, even Fu Zheng and Huo Sen didn't know that the imperial capital had given them extra things.

In order to ensure the safe delivery of the weapons this time, Wu Jun personally escorted them. When he saw Fu Zheng and Huo Sen, he called them aside alone, "Master Huo, General Huo, take a step to speak."

"Why, your cotton is not invisible." Huo Sen and the others were stationed in this cold border, and they had long been yearning for this cotton that can keep out the cold.

Now hearing that the Prince Chen's Mansion sent them some padded clothes made of cotton to the veterans in the barracks, I couldn't bear the excitement in my heart, and I have been waiting here for a long time.

In the end, when it was their turn to hand over, they were stopped by someone, and both of them looked a little unhappy.

Is it possible that the Yong Dynasty has returned to the past, and some people want to swallow the army's salary?

Fu Zheng and Huo Sen narrowed their eyes slightly, showing no good looks at Wu Jun.

It better not be what they think, or else...

"Master Hou, General Huo, you have misunderstood." Facing the two people who were killed from the sea of ​​corpses and blood, Wu Jun couldn't stand it anymore, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and hurriedly explained for himself.

"Then what do you call us here?" Huo Sen said with a cold face.

"Naturally, there are important confidential matters to clarify with the two of you." Wu Jun wiped off his sweat, and took out Xie Cangming's private letter from his sleeve.

When the two saw the seal on the letter, they were about to kneel immediately, but Wu Jun stopped him, "It's not necessary to act in secret."

The two restrained their expressions, opened the letter solemnly, and read the contents at a glance.

Both pupils shrank.

"So many, how did you all transport them here without anyone noticing." Huo Sen was surprised when he saw the number of letters.

Wu Jun smiled and said, "It's all thanks to the cement road built by the prince. The cement road is stable and not easy to make noise. With the special carriage, it is not difficult for the horse to pull up. Others can't see the heavy objects being transported, so naturally it will not be difficult." will draw attention."

"The cement road also has this advantage." Huo Sen snorted.

Wu Jun smiled and nodded.

"How did you cover up the unrepaired section of the road?" Fu Zheng remembered that there was still a short section of the road that hadn't been repaired to the imperial capital.

"For that official road, we calculate the time and choose to leave at night. The people in the front will be transported, and the people in the back will be responsible for cleaning up the traces." Wu Jun explained.

The official roads are all built with a mixture of mud and stones with a little cinder, which looks solid, but once heavy objects are transported, they will definitely leave deep marks.

They only dare to operate at night when there are no pedestrians.

Fu Zheng understood and stopped asking.

Wu Jun reminded, "Master Hou, General, this matter must be kept secret, and no one with a heart can let it out."

The new steel weapon is many times stronger than the iron weapon, and it can be used as a trump card to deal a fatal blow to the enemy. If it is leaked out in advance, people will be prepared, and all previous efforts will be wasted.

"Naturally." Fu Zheng and Huo Sen nodded solemnly.

Your Majesty spent so much time and effort, how could they not know the right and wrong of it.

But the heart is still full of fire. With cotton to keep out the cold and new weapons, the lives of these soldiers on the frontier can be more secure.

His Majesty has a heart.

After Wu Jun handed over to the two of them carefully, he watched the carriages being transported into the barracks one by one, and then came out empty one by one, and his heart suddenly relaxed.

The soldiers in the barracks were not calm anymore. This time, the padded clothes were delivered to them by someone they used to know.

"Old Dongtou, why are you back?" A few soldiers who helped carry the cotton clothes saw the people in the carriage, rubbed their eyes, and asked for a long time before making sure.

"No, I'm just here to deliver cotton clothes to you." A man named Old Dongtou got out of the carriage with a limp and helped them move it together.

"Which caravan employs you, come back, brothers, take care of their business." The soldiers in the barracks watched him limping up and down, and asked suspiciously.

"Go and go, can the caravan come in here?" Old Dongtou kicked the joking soldiers and explained, "I'm following the Prince Chen's mansion to help the prince."

"My lord has taken you in." A soldier interjected.

"Whether to take it or not, it's as if we are beggars." Old Dongtou glanced at the man, and said proudly, "We were hired by the prince. We were paid for half a month, and board and lodging were included. If there are injuries, we will be treated for free."

"The treatment is good." The soldiers smiled brightly after hearing this, and were sincerely happy for him.

Those who came out of the barracks with injuries usually did not end well.

The imperial court did give money, but the money was not enough for long-term treatment of the hidden wounds left over from years of fighting, so many people would rather be a cook in the military camp than return home with money.

In the military camp, at least the military doctors will treat them, but when they get home, they can only find a way on their own.

"The treatment is so good, what do you usually do?" Someone asked curiously.

"Escort, delivery, running all over the place." Old Dongtou pursed his thirsty lips, and said with a chuckle, "I have been to Jiangnan and Lingnan this year, and I have seen many strange things."

Old Dongtou told everyone what he had seen and heard as he spoke. Hearing this, the soldiers who had never been out of the barracks were very envious.

"Fight well and make meritorious service in the barracks. It's better than anything else. Look at this padded jacket, you will enjoy it first." Old Dongtou patted another soldier on the shoulder and said earnestly.

Cotton is just emerging now, and many noble families in the imperial capital are not eligible to enjoy it. It would be great if they, soldiers and ruffians in the military camp, could enjoy it first.

"That's right." People who were envious at first stopped being envious when they heard Old Dongtou's words.

The soldiers who were carrying the padded clothes smiled and continued to move. The padded clothes were light and weightless, and it was not difficult for everyone to carry them.

Unexpectedly, when I moved to the bottom, I couldn't move it no matter what.

"What is this? It can't be moved." A soldier patted the basket tightly wrapped in sackcloth, and was startled when he heard the clang of iron objects inside.

"Hush," Old Dongtou made a hissing gesture, and whispered, "Just pretend you don't know anything, just move it into the warehouse, and your general will explain it clearly to you."

The soldiers looked at each other, and without a word, they unloaded the things from the carriage and put them lightly into the warehouse.

With the help of the soldiers in the barracks, the goods were quickly moved, and Wu Jun and the remnants of the soldiers were about to return home.

Fu Zheng stopped him suddenly.

"General Fu has something else to do." Wu Jun cupped his hands at him.

"I wonder if you can bring some soldiers back to Beijing." Fu Zheng glanced at the empty carriage behind Wu Jun.

"Bring the soldiers back to the capital?" Wu Jun was dumbfounded, "Why did you bring the soldiers back to the capital?"

"They are all injured. The military doctors in the barracks can't cure them well. I want you to take them back and see if the imperial doctors in the capital can cure them." Fu Zheng sighed slightly.

One of the injured people was his eldest son. When he went out to investigate not long ago, he was ambushed by the grassland department and was slashed twice on the back by the grassland department. Now it started to fester, and the military doctor scraped off the pus, but it didn't help. He had a fever all day long, and it seemed that he didn't have much life left.

After all, it was his own son, Fu Zheng didn't feel pain in his heart, he thought to take this opportunity to let his son go back to the capital for medical treatment to see if it would work, if not, it would be better than dying in the military camp to finish the last journey of life under the care of his wife powerful.

Wu Jun is not a stupid person, and the person who can make Fu Zheng look down and talk to him is definitely not a small person.

Without too much hesitation, he nodded and agreed.

Wu Jun's carriage pulled a group of wounded back to Beijing, and only then did the people in the barracks know that this time the emperor not only sent them cotton clothes, but also sent them new weapons.

Each of the recruits went to the school training ground to receive a new weapon. After trying it out, it was many times stronger than the iron knife.

Each of the veterans received a warm padded jacket, the kind that can cover from head to toe, warm and energetic.

At night, many people were so excited that they couldn't sleep, trying out new weapons in the training ground.

"Don't try it, go back to sleep, tomorrow morning you have to fuck." Some veterans couldn't stand it anymore, and scolded.

"Let me play it one more time. This knife is light but it's easy to use. I can actually do it with the knife skills that Lord Hou taught me." He always doesn't know how to do it. Today, he changed the knife and he can use it in a flash. He is just getting excited.

The old soldier scolded, "It's because your hands are too weak to hold the knife. Just practice more. Go to bed. If you can't do exercises tomorrow morning, you will be punished with military sticks."

The recruit was scolded, calmed down, put away his knife and went back to the barracks, but no one in the barracks slept, and all the people in the barracks were looking at the new cotton clothes by the moonlight.

"Look at this fabric, it's strong enough." Two or three people gathered together, each touching the padded clothes, reluctantly.

"It's still warm. It's like lying next to a fire when I wear it. It's not cold at all, and the old cold disease on my body doesn't hurt anymore." The veteran who got the clothes showed off.

"That's great." The recruits looked enviously.

"When the cotton production increases next year, you will definitely have a share." The veteran turned over and covered his body with a cotton padded jacket, warming his heart.

In the past, there was no hope for soldiers, but now the more they become soldiers, the more hope they have.

Xie Anlan stayed in the backyard for a few days, and some servants were still studying in the yard, while he was guarding the still, watching the transparent liquid dripping from the distillation tube without blinking.

Xie Anlan used to only know that bagasse can be used to make paper, but when he went to the system to exchange bagasse for papermaking, he accidentally saw a book on the use of bagasse, and discovered that it has many wonderful uses.

After trying to make paper for a few days with a few servants, he put all his energy on the still.

After all, paper has already appeared in this world, so making it with sugar cane is just saving some wood, which is not so unusual.

What is really strange is that the things he is distilling in this pot can not only be used in many places, but also save lives.

Just as Xie Anlan was thinking, a crystal drop of water suddenly condensed in the distillation tube.

With a "drop", it fell into the glass bottle that Xie Anlan found out to hold it.

Xie Anlan's eyelashes drooped slightly, and his gaze was fixed on the glass bottle with only one drop of liquid.

After this drop came out, the distillation tube seemed to be dredged suddenly by someone, and one drop after another poured out like rain.

After a while, the bottom of the glass bottle was filled. Xie Anlan changed the glass bottle and then moved the small half bottle out. After cooling down, he poured a little on the back of his hand and tried it.

It's cool and evaporates very fast.

Xie Anlan's face showed joy, and she couldn't wait to leave the distillation room with the glass bottle in her arms. She found a torch and lit it and threw it into the glass bottle.

As soon as the sparks touched the liquid in the bottle, the liquid also ignited, and a dark blue flame bloomed in the glass bottle, scaring the servants in the yard to shrink back.

"Ghost... ghost fire?"

The servants looked at the flame in the glass bottle, their faces were full of fear, their lips trembled, and they faltered.

"Don't worry, it's not some will-o'-the-wisp." Xie Anlan also had a headache for this group of startled servants.

In this era, the normal flames are red, and occasionally bluish-white phosphorous fires are found in the wild, and they are called ghost fires.

And Xie Anlan's faint blue flame is close to the burning color of phosphorous fire, which they call ghost fire is no exception.

Xie Anlan comforted the servants, but the servants still couldn't help being afraid in their hearts.

Will-o'-the-wisps generally appear in cemeteries and are considered a bad omen.

Now this ominous sign appeared in the backyard of the palace...

Xie Anlan tried to persuade them, but seeing that they were still afraid, she stopped trying to persuade them. She looked at the glass bottle that was about to go out in surprise, and curled her lips.

It can be regarded as done.

not easy.

In order to make this thing these past few days, I spent every day soaking in the backyard, watching the sugarcane bagasse decomposing enzymes, filtering, fermenting and distilling. During this period, I failed countless times. Xie Anlan felt that he had been decomposed by someone.

Finally came out with alcohol today.

Alcohol is made from sugar through fermentation. It is more convenient to use sugar directly or sugar cane than bagasse.

This is not because the productivity of the Yong Dynasty was low, and Xie Anlan happened to exchange the book on the utilization of bagasse, so he had no choice but to recycle waste to the end.

The trouble is a bit troublesome, but Huang Tian paid off, and finally let him toss it out.

The first distilled alcohol had a high alcohol content and was inedible, so Xie Anlan collected them and put them aside.

The rest of the alcohol is kept for later use.

Having been busy for several days, Xie Anlan couldn't bear it any longer before the paper outside was ready, so she went out of the backyard with a jar of alcohol, planning to go back to her room for a while.

"Your Highness." As soon as Xie Anlan left the backyard, he saw Lu Chengjiao who was waiting for him outside the courtyard.

Lu Chengjie saw Xie Anlan's exhaustion, took a glass jar in his hand, and said in a warm voice, "The water is ready, wash up and go to rest."

"How long have you been here?" Xie Anlan emptied his hands, touched Lu Chengjiao's small face with his empty hands, and found it cold, asked in a deep voice.

"Just for a while," Lu Chengjia raised his eyes to meet Xie Anlan's, "I just came back from outside, and my face hasn't warmed up yet."

Said that Lu Chengjie stretched out his hand and touched Xie Anlan's hand for a while, "Look, the palm of your hand is hot."

Touching the warm palm, Xie Anlan's expression turned slightly better and he nodded.

"My lord, is this what you tossed out of bagasse?" Lu Chuyi was behind him, looking eagerly at the glass bottle in Lu Chengjie's arms, sniffing it, it smelled like wine, and was pleasantly surprised Said, "Could it be true? Let me guess right, it's wine."

"It's not wine." Xie Anlan smiled when he heard his muttering, "Of course you can think of it as wine, but you can't drink it."

The distilled alcohol has at least 75 degrees. In this era when the alcohol content is generally only [-] to [-] degrees, a glass of it will definitely kill you.

And what he does is not edible alcohol, so he can't drink it.

"Oh," Lu Chuyi nodded wearily, "If you can't drink wine, it can't be called wine."

He pressed 100 and flew away.

"Since this wine can't be drunk, what can it be used for?" Soon Lu Chuyi cheered up again, but he didn't forget that he followed his young master to suppress it a bit.

"It can be used in many places. For example, the cleaning agent I made with lemons last time. Adding this wine will have a better effect." Xie Anlan answered him patiently. Just use soju instead.

Lu Chu nodded, "That means this thing can't be eaten, but it can be used, right?"

Before Xie Anlan could answer, Lu Chengjiao frowned, "On the first day of the new year, my lord is already very tired, let him rest."

"Oh." Lu Chuyi raised his head cautiously, caught a glimpse of the blackness in Xie Anlan's eyes, and closed his mouth tactfully.

Today's Lu Chuyi was a little too enthusiastic, at first Xie Anlan didn't pay much attention to it, but after Lu Chengjiao's reminder, he started to wonder, "What's wrong."

"It's okay," Lu Chengjie took Xie Anlan to the bathing pool, and explained to him, "I opened a gamble outside to bet on what His Highness has done recently. Many people in the mansion have placed bets, and he also bet."

Xie Anlan laughed when she heard that, and asked Lu Chu, "What did you suppress?"

"Eat." Lu Chuyi replied truthfully, "But later, the young master suppressed it, and I followed suit. After all, not only did I not lose money, but I also made a small profit."

"Even you are out." Xie Anlan said in surprise when she heard Lu Chengjia place a bet.

"Small gambling." Lu Chengjia stuffed the change of clothes into his hands, pushed him into the bathtub, and mercilessly closed the door.

"Ruthless." Xie Anlan was caught off guard by the closed door, hugged the clothes in her arms, and said in a low voice.

After washing away the exhaustion, and sleeping comfortably again, I suddenly felt that my whole body came alive.

"Wake up, let's make dinner."

As soon as Lu Chengjie saw that Xie Anlan had woken up, he immediately ordered his servants to serve the dishes, and instead of going to the main hall, he used them inside the house.

Xie Anlan rubbed her messy hair, yawned, sat up from the bed, and picked up something to eat.

Just halfway through the meal, someone came to report, "My lord, the thing in the backyard that you asked for has been made."

"So fast?" Xie Anlan said after listening to the servant's report, holding the rice bowl that was barely eaten.

"Why don't you go after eating." Lu Chengjiao said softly when he saw Xie Anlan's bowl that hadn't been touched much.

"I'll go and see first. You can eat anytime." Xie Anlan shook her head, put down the bowls and chopsticks, hurriedly took the coat from the side and put it on, combed her hair casually, and left the room.

Xie Anlan stopped eating, and Lu Chengke lost his appetite, so he simply followed him to the backyard.

The backyard that was originally occupied by people has been tossed about by people, filled with all kinds of utensils, and many servants are busy in the middle.

Lu Chengjie followed Xie Anlan's footsteps into here, and saw many servants who were beating oars.

Surprised, "Why do I look a bit like making paper."

"It's just making paper." Xie Anlan came over in a hurry, his hair was not combed well, it would be messy, and he put it back together again. Hearing Lu Chengjiao's words, he nodded in approval.

It just so happened that the servants also handed them the paper that had been made to dry in the sun.

Lu Chengjie took two steps forward, took the hair rope from Xie Anlan's hand and tied his hair, while looking at the papers in the hands of the servants.

"It's slightly inferior to rice paper, but it's also slightly stronger than jute paper. I don't know how it can be used for writing." Lu Chengjie tied Xie Anlan's hair, took the paper from the servant's hand, and looked at it carefully.

"Try." The annoying hair was no longer messy, Xie Anlan felt comfortable, and ordered the servants to get pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

Lu Chengjiao dipped in the ink, tried to write a few words on the paper, and found that the ink didn't run out or get wet, his eyes lit up, "Not bad."

"Our sugar workshop has already signed many agreements with merchants from the state of Chu. In the next few years, there will be a steady flow of sugar cane, and bagasse will naturally be indispensable. In this way, a lot of paper can be produced, and the price will not be too high. It is expensive, and children from poor families can also use it.” Lu Chengjia looked at the paper in his hand, and found that it was still white and not easy to hurt the eyes. If it is widely promoted, it must sell well.

Buy one portion of sugar cane, earn two portions of money, this business is not a loss.

Xie Anlan was not very surprised when she saw this paper, so she turned to the next person and asked, "What about another kind of paper?"

The servants did not dare to be negligent, and quickly presented another type of paper that Xie Anlan asked for.

"This paper..."

Lu Chengjie frowned when he saw the paper.

This paper is too soft, like cotton, it can be kneaded into a ball when picked up and kneaded, and can be torn off with a little force.

Lu Chengjiao played with the paper for a while, dripped a drop of ink on it, and soon the ink stained the paper with a large cloud of ink, which could not be used for writing at all.

Xie Anlan quietly watched Lu Chengjie playing with the paper, and couldn't help laughing, the laughter was very hearty.

"Cheng Ji, you are too cute," Xie Anlan said with a smile, "This paper is not for writing."

"Paper isn't made for writing, it's for something." Lu Chengjie asked doubtfully.

Xie Anlan leaned close to Lu Chengjiao's ear and whispered three words.

The tips of Lu Chengjiao's ears turned red instantly.

Looking at the soft paper again, he nodded and said, "That's not bad."

He was talking seriously, but he didn't know that the blush on the tips of his ears would have betrayed him, making Xie Anlan laugh.

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