I was a fan in ancient times [Transmigration Book]

What Han Yi said about the surprise for Bai Shao had actually been in his mind for a long time, but he didn't have that chance when he was on the road, and now he finally has the chance. It's really a good deal to cheat a temporary housekeeper.

Anyway, the kiln hasn't been finished yet, so he, a civil servant, starts working every [-] days, so he can do his own work, otherwise, what should he do?

The inefficiency these days makes people anxious. Han Yi doesn't want to participate in this one today and that one tomorrow, so it's better to just go along with it and relax.

Han Yi asked Bai Shao to choose a few useful carpenters, and if there were none, he would go to the market to buy them.

At the beginning, he was also very resistant to buying and selling people, but when a person has no way to change the world, the only thing he can do is shut up.

It is impossible for Han Yi's subordinates not to use people, so he also has another way, which is to adjust the treatment of his slaves, at least let them live like human beings.

Han Yi only asked for a cook at the beginning, and didn't expect the carpenter. He didn't expect Yan Zijian to be so careful that he sent some of everyone.

Of course, it could also be that Yan Zheng was careful. When thinking of Yan Zheng, he remembered the land deed.

After digging out the land deed from the sale deed, Han Yi approached Bai Shao and asked, "Do you know where this place is?"

Bai Shao took it over, looked at it, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "When did you buy it? I saw this house was for sale before, and wanted to buy it, but they saw that I was not from Qin and refused to sell me, and neither are you. Why? Just sold it to you?"

Han Yi was a little surprised: "You have also taken a fancy to this land? It must be worth a lot. I didn't buy it, it was sent by Ah Zheng."

Bai Shao looked up at Han Yi, and said meaningfully, "Wang Sunzheng really has a heart."

Han Yi struggled: "How much money does he have? It's a piece of land as soon as he makes a move. No, I want to talk to him later. I don't lack money."

It was probably the first time that Bai Shao saw an official who gave money and pushed it away. After looking at Han Yi seriously for a long while, he suddenly smiled and said: "It must be because he has the ability to give it to you. He is a royal family. You What's there to worry about?"

Although what Bai Shao said was correct, he was just worried that Yan Zijian would abuse Yan Zheng, and Yan Zheng was well dressed when he came over, but he didn't know why he was worried about it.

I can't wait to take over Yan Zheng too, so that Yan Zijian won't be in charge.

Han Yi put away the precious and important land deed, and then said to Bai Shao, "Have you found the carpenter? I'll start inventing after I've found it."

Bai Shao was almost dying of curiosity: "What the hell is it?"

Han Yi waved: "You'll know when I'm done."

What else could it be, a wheelchair.

This thing is actually quite simple, and I don’t know why it doesn’t exist these days.

This idea continued until Han Yi finished drawing and started making.

The process of making the chair is quite normal, but when making the wheels, he feels something is wrong.

These days, the wheels need to be hand-polished if they want to be completely round. Han Yi estimated the time. By the time these carpenters finish polishing the two wheels, it will probably be summer.

It's not that they are not serious, it's that their skills are limited, and they can only modify it a little bit based on their feelings, which is really too difficult.

Those with good craftsmanship are all in the imperial court, or supply the royal family. If Han Yi wants to find it, he must either seek help from Daliang Zao or Yan Zijian.

He didn't really want to ask Yan Zijian for help. He didn't know why, but his subconscious didn't want to owe Yan Zijian anything.

I always feel that I really owe it to Yan Zijian to want him to support Yan Qiao, but he has no position to object.

As for Daliangzao... he is not very familiar with Daliangzao now, and Daliangzao's eyes light up every time he sees him, and he always asks if he has anything new to do.

Although Han Yi prefers to invent and create when he has nothing to do, Daliang Zao's hungry wolf-like eyes make him a little bit unbearable.

If you can't ask for help, you have to find a way by yourself. Han Yi thought about it, and the last time he slapped the table, isn't it because you can't get it right?OK, let me help you.

And then... he came up with the compasses.

In fact, to put it simply, compasses are too simple, especially when you don’t use them to do math problems, but to draw a circle and make a model.

Oh, Fan is the name of the mold at this time.

Anyway, with the compasses, the wheels can finally be made into a perfect circle, and then the next problem arises again - these days are all rammed earth roads, it...is not flat.

There may be stone pavements in the royal palace and the mansion of the high-ranking Marquis, but the problem is that the stone pavements are not even, and there will be a little depression at the seams.

No matter how round the wheel is, if it is too hard, it will not be able to withstand such bumps without shock absorption.

Not to mention the wheelchair, Han Yi's car, if it wasn't pulled by an ox and walked slowly, he would probably be able to vomit.

In later generations, the wheels of wheelchairs all had tires, so the problem came. These days, he can only find tires in his dreams. After all, the raw material of tires, rubber, cannot be found.

Not to mention the rubber raw materials that are often used in later generations, he has never heard of that kind of tree that grows in Brazil, which is a tree that is slightly inferior to the production of rubber materials in China.

I don't know if there is no such thing this year or not on this piece of land.

After thinking about it, Han Yi could only borrow the ancient wisdom of the Chinese nation-imitating Cuju.

Cuju has evolved over a long period of time in Chinese history. From the beginning of filling the inside with rice bran to the final filling with air, it spans nearly a thousand years.

Han Yi is going to manually shorten the millennium.

Well, first of all, he needs a very important material - pig urine foam.

When Han Yi asked if he could find this thing, the faces of the servants froze. They probably hadn't heard of any princes and nobles who would look for this thing.

No, don't talk about looking for it, even few people know about it.

But Han Yi knew it, and he was very persistent.

The servant had no choice but to really look for it, and Han Yi added that it couldn't be just one or two.

The servants are looking for this thing, and Bai Shao, as the temporary manager, cannot be bypassed.

Bai Shao was startled when he saw it, turned his head to look for Han Yi, touched his forehead and asked, "Are you okay?"

Han Yi looked puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Bai Shao said, "I heard from my servant that I'm looking for... looking for pig urine bubbles."

As Bai Shao spoke, he looked disgusted, as if these words were dirty.

Han Yi understood: "Oh, that, it is indeed necessary."

Bai Shao asked, "Is there no other substitute?"

Han Yi spread his hands: "Why are you looking for this thing if there is a substitute for me?"

He still has no idea how to change it, after all, the pig urine bubble is round, and the wheel needs to be tubular, so I don't know if it can be changed.

Seeing that he insisted, Bai Shao didn't say anything, but said before leaving: "Do this thing yourself, I don't care! Don't let me see!"

Han Yi looked at his back and began to think, Bai Shao has been wearing white clothes, is it not only because of his status, but also because of his cleanliness?

Pig urine bubbles are not hard to find. These days, most poor people eat pork, and some people will breed it.

The servants took it back and washed it for a long time before sending it over tremblingly, because the smell couldn't be washed away no matter what, and they were very worried that Han Yi would drag them out and beat them to death because of this incident.

It's not that this kind of thing has never happened before, but what can they do as slaves?

Although Han Yi also felt the smell was bad, he didn't have the habit of beating people to death. Instead, he asked, "Whoever can solve my problem will be rewarded."

Really, it's not that he has no one under his command. If he can't handle it himself, let them handle it. Problems that can be solved by money are not problems!

Not to mention, there are really brave men under heavy rewards.

Someone really solved Han Yi's problem. That person cut the pig urine foam and glued it back into a tube shape.

In this regard, Han Yi frowned. He also knew that he could do this. However, the reason for taking the middle pig urine foam is because the material is strong and has good ductility. After cutting it, it is definitely not as good as the original. Use is a problem.

However, after he tried it, he found that he didn't know what the other party used to glue it together, and it was able to bear the weight of an adult.

If this is the case for one, then two should be right.

As for how long it can be used, Han Yi is not quite sure, but as long as it lasts for a while, it will be useless if you don’t go up. Anyway, this thing is not too expensive, so if it doesn’t work, just change it!

What made Han Yi very curious was the adhesive. He never knew that such an easy-to-use adhesive existed in this era.

After many inquiries, he found out that it was a recipe handed down by a slave family.

He called the slave over, and found that the slave looked very weak, skinny, as if he would fall down when the wind blows.

Han Yi was a little surprised, instead of asking him about the adhesive, he asked, "Aren't you full?"

He told Bai Shao at the beginning, don't criticize the slaves' food, don't ask how good it is for them, but at least let them eat enough.

The slave shook his head and said, "No."

Han Yi thought for a while and thought that maybe the life of this slave was not good. He had just been at his house for a few days, and it might take a while to get back to his normal figure.

Bai Shao wouldn't be too obedient, and wouldn't give them enough to eat.

He put the matter aside and asked, "Do you sell that formula of yours?"

After saying this sentence, he felt that this scene seemed familiar. After thinking about it, shit, isn't this what Bai Shao likes to ask when he sees him?

I didn't expect that one day he would ask others like this.

The slave probably didn't expect him to ask such a question, and stammered, "Sell...? Can... can you not sell it?"

Although Han Yi felt a little pity, what could he do if they refused to sell him?

If there is such a formula for him, he doesn't want to sell it.

He said regretfully, "It's fine if you don't sell it..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Bai Shao's voice from outside: "What are you selling? He is your slave, and everything he owns is yours. Naturally, that formula also belongs to you. You still ask him to sell it?" Do not sell?"

Han Yi:! ! ! ! ! !

Han Yi opened his mouth for a long time and didn't realize it. In his eyes, although his hard work was a customer relationship, his personal assets were still his.

As a result, now that Bai Shao said this, he just remembered that the slaves of this era...how can they have their own things?

It's just that even if it makes him directly rob people's things like this, he seems a little sorry.

Just as he was thinking about whether there was a compromise, the slave suddenly rushed in front of Han Yi, reaching out to pull out the saber at Han Yi's waist.

However, Han Yi had studied with Yan Zheng for so long, and if the slave took the sword away so easily, Yan Zheng would probably give him more weight.

Thinking of this possibility, Han Yi hid very quickly, and at the same time held down the slave's hand and shouted, "What are you doing?"

The slave looked stubborn: "Even if I die, I will not give this recipe to anyone!"

Bai Shao sneered at the side: "I can't help you."

Han Yi waved his hand at him, then turned to the slave and said, "I didn't say I had to grab it, you took it out and used it, so it's probably not that you don't want to use it, and I don't want the formula, as long as it can be used."

The slave looked up at him suspiciously: "Really...really?"

Han Yi pushed him lightly, and the man took a few steps back. Han Yi couldn't help laughing: "You are so small and still want to grab my sword? Don't worry, I will do what I say. Well, what's your name? "

The slave struggled for a moment, and Bai Shao who was at the side said, "Tell the truth."

The slave bowed his head and said, "I...my name is Mo Ning."

Han Yi and Bai Shao immediately said in unison: "What?"