I was a fan in ancient times [Transmigration Book]

Han Yi watched Yan Chuan run out with a dazed expression, and could even hear the sound of Yan Chuan bumping into Wei Wu when he went out and being chased by Wei Wu with a hammer.

He turned his head to look at Yan Zheng and asked wonderingly, "What's the wind in Yanchuan?"

Yan Zheng calmly took out a silk handkerchief and wiped Han Yi's hands before saying, "Who knows."

Han Yi didn't take care of Yan Chuan, but turned around and picked out the most beautiful hawthorn balls and candied haws he had made, put them in the bamboo basket next to him, covered them and stuffed them to Yan Zheng, saying: "Keep these for yourself. These are for them."

Yan Zheng looked at half of the hawthorn on his side, and then saw that Han Yi had only a little left, and couldn't help laughing.

Han Yi went out with the hawthorn in his hand, just in time to see Wei Wu walking over in a rage.

Han Yi asked, "Where's Yan Chuan?"

Wei Wu curled her lips: "Who knows why he's crazy? He doesn't look at the road or people. It's like receiving some stimulation."

Han Yi said, "Leave him alone, come and try this."

Wei Wu looked at the glowing red hawthorn and couldn't help sniffing it. There was no sour smell, but a hint of sweetness. She couldn't help but salivate and said, "Then I won't be polite."

As she spoke, she pinched one and put it in her mouth. The taste of sweetness and sourness was probably too wonderful, and the expression on Wei Wu's face seemed indescribable.

Han Yi found that what he likes most now is to see the faces of these people eating hawthorns. The sour and uncontrollable cravings are so fun.

After eating one, Wei Wu said, "It's a bit sour, but it's still delicious."

Han Yi handed her the bamboo basket in his hand and said, "Then trouble you to share it with everyone."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard someone ask, "What's the share?"

As soon as Han Yi turned his head, he saw that Bai Shao was tightly wrapped up, with an umbrella covering his head.

His eyes lit up when he saw Bai Shao. Bai Shao came to look for him, which meant that all the materials he wanted must be ready.

Han Yi smiled and said, "Do you want to try the newly made snacks?"

Bai Shao nodded curiously, and Han Yi invited him into the side hall.

Bai Shao knew about Hawthorn, and frowned the moment he saw Hawthorn.

Well, I have confirmed the eyes, it is the person who has been soured by hawthorn.

Han Yi pushed the bamboo basket in front of him and said, "Try it, it's not bad, right, Xiao Wu?"

Han Yi originally wanted to call Ah Wu, but he always felt that it was a bit like Aowu. Let's call Ah Wei, and it looks like ah hey.

The name Wei Wu is really unique.

Wei Wu nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, yes, it's really delicious."

She swallowed quietly as she spoke.

Bai Shao finally condescended and stretched out his snow-white paws to pinch one and taste it.

As a result, the big boss, who had always had an iceberg expression, wrinkled his face.

However, even though he felt a little sour, Bai Shao couldn't help but squeezed a second one to eat, and asked while eating, "Do you want to sell it?"

Han Yi: ...

Why does Bai Shao ask this every time he sees him?

He turned his head to look at Yan Zheng, thought for a while and said, "It's useless to sell, you need a lot of sugar, how much do you want to sell if you buy it?"

Bai Shao didn't care: "You don't need to worry about this."

Han Yi resolutely refused: "I won't sell it. I made this specially for Ah Zheng to eat. You are all in his favor."

Han Yi laughed as he said that, Bai Shao couldn't help but glance at Yan Zheng who was holding a small basket of snacks alone, always wondering in his heart, what is so special about this person?

Bai Shao stopped talking after eating a few, and said, "I didn't find all the things you asked for, you can see if these are enough."

As Bai Shao spoke, he handed over a piece of silk with many things Han Yi needed written on it. After browsing through it, Han Yi said, "That's enough, how much is it?"

Bai Shao pondered for a while and asked, "Sell it?"

Han Yi: ...

You don't even know what I'm going to do, so you ask me if I sell it. Is this an occupational disease for you?

Bai Shao didn't seem to want to get a definite answer, but just said: "If you have something new, if you want to sell it, you can come to me."

Han Yi smiled and said nothing. Apart from showing this to Yan Zheng, he also wanted to burn Xianyang to Yan Zheng when he ascended the throne.

When he establishes himself as the emperor, we will give him a grander fireworks show.

Anyway, it won't be sold now.

Bai Shao asked Han Yi for money according to the market price, and of course it was Yan Zheng who paid.

Then Han Yi turned around and went to Yan Chuan.

At this moment, Yan Chuan was practicing his sword, and when he saw Han Yi coming over and twisting his feet, he came directly to the scene.

Han Yi: (ΩДΩ)!

Yan Zheng followed behind Han Yi, and couldn't help but say after seeing it: "Gongzi Chuan has good posture."

Gongzichuan...Gongzichuan is pounding the ground: "Ma... Maliu, come here!"

The attendants beside Yan Chuan immediately stepped forward to help him up, Yan Chuan's legs were trembling, and he said tremblingly: "Oh, my leg is almost useless."

Han Yi was shocked: "What? Didn't you just practice kung fu?"

"Hold it!" Yan Chuan asked while rubbing his legs, "What are you two doing here?"

Han Yi said: "Is there any place that is relatively empty and there are not many people around, I want to use it."

Yan Chuan was a little puzzled at first, and then his eyes swept back and forth between Han Yi and Yan Zheng, and immediately understood: "Oh, oh, I understand."

Han Yi wondered, I haven't said what I'm going to do, how did you understand?

Yan Chuan thought about it seriously and said: "I really have a Zhuangzi that is more biased, you can go there too, but..." He said awkwardly: "However, you two haven't been shopping around in Jicheng yet, it's so far away No, it’s inconvenient for thieves to enter the city.”

Han Yi said, "Well, then I've been in retreat for two days, and I just want to find something new."

Yan Chuan was slightly taken aback: "Ah? No...it's not that you two want...then what?"

Han Yi was a little dazed: "What?"

Faced with Yan Zheng's murderous gaze, Yan Chuan coughed lightly and said, "It's nothing, I'll ask someone to take you there, I don't always go to that place and you just mess around."

After Han Yi thanked him, he turned around and asked Bai Shao's people to deliver the things to the Zhuangzi.

Sitting on the bullock cart on the way to the Zhuangzi, Han Yi thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out. He turned to look at Yan Zheng and asked, "What did Yan Chuan misunderstand?"

Yan Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "I don't know either."

Han Yi looked at Yan Zheng suspiciously, and always felt that he seemed to know, but if Yan Zheng knew, there was no need to hide it from him.

In fact, Yan Zheng really knew that Yan Chuan's faltering look looked very much like the expressions of those people who misunderstood Yan Zijian and Jiang Buwei back then.

Yan Zheng has never experienced anything in Zhao since he was a child, this kind of misunderstanding is very easy to identify.

After all, ever since Yan Chuan got to know them, he and Han Yi have been eating and living together, and often squeezed together like no one else, as if they were in a conjoined state.

It's not surprising that Yan Chuan misunderstood it, but Yan Zheng didn't want Han Yi to know about it, and he didn't think about explaining it to Yan Chuan.

He faintly felt that he seemed to have some thoughts in his heart, but he didn't want to identify them carefully, he just thought that it was good as it is now.

Han Yi took Yan Zheng all the way to the so-called relatively remote Zhuangzi in Yanchuan's mouth.

In fact, it's not that far away, and there is even a village nearby.

Thinking about it, at least he is the son of Yan Guo, so how could Zhuangzi in his hand be bad?

After Han Yi moved in, he turned to Yan Zheng and said, "I might be a little busy these days..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Zheng said, "It's okay, I can just read the book by myself."

Han Yi said: "If you need paper, you can get it directly from me. Don't worry about it. I have no conditions and can't get it on the road. When I settle down, it will be easy to get it."

Yan Zheng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't be polite to you."

Seeing what he said, Han Yi felt relieved to study his own stuff.

After Yan Zheng entered the study room, he looked at the books collected by Yan Chuan, but none of those books could tell him what to do if one day his heart started to spring up, but what he thought was not about any little lady.

The more Yan Zheng thought about it, the more confused he became, he simply took out the paper Han Yi made, cut it a little bit, cut it into a size suitable for holding in his hand, and started copying the book.

He copied these just to make it easier for Han Yi to read books in the future, but how to bind them after copying is another problem.

After thinking about it, Yan Zheng simply bound all the papers together with twine.

Han Yi, who was studying how to match the ratio, didn't know that the world's first thread-bound book appeared before he did it.

Han Yi is actually not very clear about the method of making fireworks, but only has a vague impression.

Anyway, iron sand, gunpowder, and black salt are necessary, but if you want to have a different appearance, iron sand and gunpowder need different ratios.

Oh and need rice soup.

As for why he gave Bai Shao a bunch of lists back then, it was all for the future, and part of it was to confuse Bai Shao.

It's not easy to cover up fireworks. At that time, Bai Shao doesn't even need to ask whether he will sell them or not, he can just make them according to the ratio. Isn't he paying for it?

After Han Yi prepared the ratio, he experimented with a small amount first.

In addition to the fact that the power is not suitable and it can't be sprayed at all, it can be seen that it is a firework, but the shape is a bit strange, and the flowers are very deformed, and it is impossible to tell what kind of flower it is.

How can this work?Or there is no shape at all. Since there is a shape, it must be made to look good.

He studied it for a long time, and confidently felt that this ratio must be fine, and it should be in the shape of a plum blossom.

He thinks that plum blossoms are very suitable for Yan Zheng, who is aloof and tough.

After Han Yi installed the newly proportioned fireworks, he went out of the yard and found a place to light them. For the sake of personal safety, he hid in the house and stood at the window to look out.

However, at the moment when the fuze burned out, he didn't see the fireworks rising into the sky, but heard a loud noise, and the trees in the yard overturned and the stone table shattered.

Han Yi stared dumbfounded at a black cloud rising into the sky, his face full of bewilderment: Why did it explode?