I engaged in modernization in ancient times

The jacket of the down jacket is still made of brocade cloth.

It's just that the inside is sewn into small spaces one by one, and each small space is filled with processed duck down.

Duck down is very light, but it expands a lot.

So when Zhao Jingcheng and the others walked out on the street in their down jackets, they looked like big fat people who were inflated.

Zhao Jingcheng and the others were also very surprised. From time to time, they used their hands to press the bulging parts of their bodies, and then laughed.

"This down jacket is actually warmer than mink fur."

Mink fur coats are too expensive, even for nobles, it is not easy to buy them.

It's fine to stay at home, but once you go out, the cold wind blows, it's still chilly.

But this down jacket is different, it is very light to wear, and it is very cold-resistant.

Walking all the way, the rate of returning is too high.

Mo Shaoheng also looked at it to make sure it was warm.

At first, I thought that when more cotton was planted, the people would be able to wear cotton clothes to keep out the cold.

As a result, the first batch of cotton was secretly used to make cotton armor.

Undoubtedly, this down jacket became popular before cotton, and it has a lot of duck down.

On the way, people looked at Zhao Jingcheng and the others from time to time.

Obviously a very novel style, it seems strange for this era.

But the people seem to be used to new things appearing in their Liangjing from time to time, at most they are just surprised, and they don't make too much fuss.

The ability to accept new things has been cultivated.

The nobleman was also looking at Zhao Jingcheng and the others, thinking in his heart that it really didn't look cold, so he might buy it for the children in his mansion to try it on.

On the street, apart from a group of students like Zhao Jingcheng who were a little weird today, there was another group of people who were also quite weird.

Douzi's propaganda team has already put on little padded jackets, and the difference from last winter is that they also put on padded caps on their heads.

It's the army green one, with two stomps on both sides of the ears, which was especially popular in the Northeast.

The thick cotton hat covers the ears that are most likely to be frozen, making it look particularly warm.

When the propaganda team and Zhao Jingcheng passed by, both sides were still staring at each other curiously.

Mo Shaoheng beckoned to Douzi.

Doudou ran over with his calf swung.

Mo Shaoheng asked, "Is it cold?"

Douzi shook his head, and then said, "Today I helped Brother Zhaodi deliver bacon to others, and I came back late, and almost didn't eat, but the uncle from the staff cafeteria went to the noodle shop next door and brought me a big bowl of noodles. "

"I also drank a large bowl of beef bone broth, which was very warm."

He likes chatting with their family members the most.

"It's just that the cotton hat is a little bigger. Brother Zhaodi said that when I grow two years older, this hat will be more suitable."

While talking, he held the cap on both sides of the hat with his hands, very well-behaved.

Mo Shaoheng smiled, "Although this padded jacket and padded hat are warm, it is easy to make people feel hot and sweaty. Be careful not to run, so as not to get your back wet with sweat and catch a cold."

These little shopkeepers have no adults to take care of them. They have to be self-reliant at a young age, and they have to take care of each other for things like catching a cold.

Fortunately, they have their own pharmacy, which can treat colds and colds easily.

Douzi nodded happily, "We walked very slowly."

Mo Shaoheng rubbed Douzi's little head, "Go."

Only then did Dou Zi happily swing his legs and leave, and the propaganda team's voice like a little lark could be heard in the distance.

"To get rich, build roads first."

"Talk about civilization and establish a new style."

Mo Shaoheng listened and smiled, this propaganda team is not bad.

It is winter now, and the activities of the common people are actually less than usual. Even the imperial court has much less winter affairs.

However, the cement roads outside the city are being repaired in full swing.

The people from the Ministry of Industry really worked hard this time, and Mo Shaoheng often saw the Minister of the Ministry of Industry running out of the city.

For general matters, you don't need to bother the minister of the Ministry of Industry to go in person.

The effect is also very obvious.

At the gate of Liangjing City, there is an endless stream of teams transporting limestone and sediment every day.

The same goes for the road repair workers. If you stand on the city wall and look outside, you can see the long team.

The workers are also very happy, being able to earn some subsidies for their families in winter.

There is a difference between recruiting workers and recruiting strong men. One is oppression, which makes people hate it, and the other is providing people with jobs and lucrative positions, which are not the same.

With enough manpower, the speed of construction is very fast.

Every few days, Mo Shaoheng could hear the Minister of the Ministry of Industry report on the progress of the construction in the Golden Palace.

In fact, if he doesn't report, the sage will also ask.

Of course, the purpose of the sage's inquiry was not the construction of the concrete road outside Liangjing City, but another section, which was urgently needed.

Mo Shaoheng was also paying attention, casually following Nanli's situation.

Before the road is repaired, there must be no changes in Nanli.

Fortunately, the news I got was all calm.

Winter seems a little long.

As the weather gets colder, fewer people are willing to go out, and they all stay in the house and burn the kang.

Mo Shaoheng is similar now, going to Zhao Di's study every day, because Zhao Di's study has a fire bench, which surrounds the room like a sofa.

Sitting on the fire bench, holding a pillow and reading a book, it is very leisurely.

Zhinan and Zhibei looked at Mo Shaoheng and Zhao Di in the study, and they both felt a sense of tranquility.

Of course, you can't look out of the window. Outside the window, Nan Yi is doing the radio gymnastics, shouting slogans very loudly.

Zhinan and Zhibei also challenged Nanyi for a martial arts competition, and now they can't beat Nanyi. It has to be said that this little Taoist priest is like a cheating existence.

While doing exercises, Nan glanced at the alchemy furnace in the middle of the yard.

This alchemy furnace is a bit special, it was specially built according to Mo Shaoheng's request.

The appearance is very strange, eight frogs are carrying a pill furnace, and the mouth of each frog is the position where the pill is released.

He practiced a lot of Dan today.

As his knowledge of alchemy with Mo Shaoheng increased, he also began to discover that their pharmacists were so powerful.

Just as he was thinking, a dried fruit fell from the sky and hit him on the forehead.

Nan Yi looked at the dried fruit on the ground: "..."

This kind of thing happens countless times every day, but every time he can't catch the culprit, but what he can be sure of is that there must be something around him, always joking with him.

However, in this unobstructed sky, there is nothing on it except for a flying Desert Eagle King.

At this time, on the back of the Desert Eagle King, Yaotong was smiling so much that he showed two small teeth.

In the study, Zhinan and Zhibei stood behind Zhao Di, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Master, the sage is hesitant about the crown prince, so we really don't want to fight for it?"

Zhao Di now helps the saint deal with many papers every day, exercising the power of supervising the country.

It seems that there is no second in majesty, but everyone knows that he is only acting as the prince to supervise the country, not the real prince.

Zhinan and Zhibei continued, "At present, only His Royal Highness the Fifth Highness is more powerful and has more real talents and learning."

"But the position of His Royal Highness Wuxin is well known."

"The remaining princes are either too young, or just..."

I didn't say what was said later, they were all wine bags and rice bags, and they were definitely not suitable for being a prince.

Thanks to this small study, they don't have to avoid suspicion when they say this.

No matter how you look at it, only their master is the most suitable one.

Hey.

But the sages and the officials are also worried, because their master has no heirs, so there must be royal heirs in Beiliang, right?

Mo Shaoheng raised his eyes while reading, and said with an ambiguous expression, "Why don't King Yan take a concubine?"

Zhao Di didn't even raise his head. He didn't know Mo Shaoheng's temperament. It sounded like a concubine, but he really meant something like that, heh.

Zhinan and Zhibei quickly shut up.

To be honest, now is the best time to come once in a thousand years, the position of the crown prince is vacant, and all the officials are urging the sage to establish a crown prince.

Even if their master only needs to make a statement, the crown prince's position is likely to be their master's.

but……

Mo Shaoheng looked at Zhao Di who was buried in the scriptures, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Quite interesting.

He didn't want to share any man equally with others, even if it was just for the continuation of his heirs.

No matter how this era is, he will never be able to pass his own test.

Continue to bury your head in the book.

I don't know how long it took, and took away the book in his hand with both hands, "It's getting late."

Mo Shaoheng was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect to be engrossed in seeing it, and it was already night.

This fire bench is warm and really comfortable.

Mo Shaoheng said, "Have you finished approving your paperwork?"

After finishing speaking, he muttered, "The sage wants to be the hands-off shopkeeper. I remember sending a few booklets at the beginning, and now there are more and more."

With Mo Shaoheng's temperament, what's so good about working day and night, it's better to live a relaxed and carefree life every day.

Therefore, he has never put forward any opinion on whether Zhao Di will fight for the crown prince.

Everyone has their own ambitions, maybe Zhao Di likes this feeling of planning for the world every day.

Zhao Di didn't interfere much with his business affairs, and Mo Shaoheng naturally didn't want to influence Zhao Di's ambitions.

But now...

It is indeed a very critical moment.

If Zhao Di can become the prince, their future life will definitely be much easier.

It was actually not the first time Mo Shaoheng thought about this question.

The problem was that Zhao Di had to have an heir before he could sit on the crown prince's position. No matter if he was a royal family, a saint, or a hundred officials, he couldn't get around this problem. This was a rule that Mo Shaoheng could not break.

Mo Shaoheng looked at the alchemy furnace in the middle of the courtyard outside, whether to use this taboo or not.

……

After dinner, Mo Shaoheng called Nan Yi to his room.

At most one year, Nanli will undergo great changes, that is to say, at most one year, Nanyi will return to Nanli.

Although it is said that if the relationship between Beiliang and Nanli eases, merchant ships from Beiliang can sail into Nanli through the Ji River, but Nanli is actually the most suitable country for water transportation.

At that time, it will be very convenient to go to Nanli to find Nanyi.

But... After all, I can't take it with me every day like I do now.

Mo Shaoheng's affection for this student is also very deep. After all, he watched Nan Yi grow up when he was staggering, and he has experienced so many things later, so he taught him carefully.

Nan Yi is offering incense to the patriarch picture in the room.

Mo Shaoheng smiled as well.

Their pharmacist lineage has a lot of sect views, and they will not easily teach people to earn money.

But the views of sects are not big, as long as they do not give incense to the ancestors under artificial reminders, they can be called pharmacists.

Mo Shaoheng thought for a while and said, "Nan Yi, you have learned alchemy from me for so long, but in essence, you can't be regarded as a pharmacist because you still lack one thing."

Nan Yi was stunned, he is the direct descendant.

Mo Shaoheng became a little more cautious, "There is one thing in our lineage of pharmacists that is more important than life."

"It can even be said that even if we don't learn any medical skills, we must do our best to guard what we have to protect."

"You have considered accepting the destiny of our pharmacists."

Nan Yi scratched his head.

Destiny?

Seeing that Mo Shaoheng was so cautious, Nan Yi became more serious.

He learned a lot of knowledge from the young teacher, including poetry, poetry, mathematics, physics and chemistry.

But from the beginning to the end, he felt that he was a doctor.

It feels weird.

It was as if from the very beginning, he knew that he would enter this line of business, even the throne was not so important.

Mo Shaoheng said, "Human beings are too selfish, causing too many creatures to disappear from this world."

Nan Yi looked at Mo Shaoheng suspiciously.

Mo Shaoheng said directly, "I am a pharmacist, and I must have my own medicine boy in order to truly enter the school."

Before Nan Yi could react, a dried fruit suddenly hit him on the forehead.

Nan Yi touched it, just like before, and looked at the place where the dried fruit was thrown.

I also thought that, like any previous time, there would be no discovery.

but……

Seeing this, Nan Yi was dumbfounded.

What did he see?

On the table, a ginseng stuck its tongue out at him, extremely naughty.

Wearing a straw hat, has hands and feet, and is alive and well.

Nan Yi had been wrong in the past, and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Then he pointed at Yaotong with one hand, and looked at Mo Shaoheng at the same time, "Young...Young master, it's terrible, my eyes are blurred."

"I actually saw a walking ginseng spitting at me."

"The ginseng has become fine."

Mo Shaoheng laughed, "What is it, this is a drug boy."

He beckoned to the drug boy, "Come here and let your little nephew take a look."

The drug boy stood in front of Nan Yi with his hands on his hips, raised his head, and watched.

Seemingly feeling inappropriate, he climbed onto Mo Shaoheng's shoulder again and looked down.

Looking at Nan's stupid face with his mouth wide open, he shook his little head, unfortunately, he smashed the dried fruit in his hand on Nan's forehead.

It was only then that Nan Yi came to his senses, "Could it be... Shouldn't it be..."

Could it be that this ginseng essence was the one who hit him every day on Qinshan Mountain or even in Beiliang?

After all, they are old acquaintances.

When he couldn't walk steadily in the past, this little ginseng essence would hit him for fun.

His eyes were shining brightly, "It's so... so amazing."

Mo Shaoheng said, "This is the medicine boy, the symbol of my lineage of pharmacists."

"As a pharmacist, you will have your own drug boy in the future."

"It is a magical creature that cannot be known to outsiders."

"Do you still remember what I just told you about the fate of our pharmacists?"

"Even if it costs us our lives, we must ensure their survival."

That night, Mo Shaoheng talked a lot to Nan Yi.

Drug boys are too amazing and will be destroyed by human selfishness. In addition, drug boys never appear in front of non-related people. They love the green nature, so they will keep it as secret as possible in the future.

This is the responsibility on the shoulders of Mo Shaoheng and the pharmacists.

On the second day, Nan Yi's eyes were covered with dark circles, because he did not fall asleep, last night Yao Tong was playing parkour in his room, he couldn't even pretend it was a dream.

Even in the back, the drug boy lifted his quilt, slept on his neck, and kicked his face many times.

So real.

Also amazing.

I was too excited.

Mo Shaoheng probably knew Nan Yi's mood, because the first time he knew about Yaotong's existence, he probably felt the same way.

Mo Shaoheng prepared a small flower pot for Nan Yi.

The medicine boy split a root from his body and stuck it in the flowerpot.

"From now on, you have to water it every day and take good care of it. Within a year, you will be able to raise your own medicine boy, who will accompany you for the rest of your life and become your true partner and friend that you will never leave. "

Nan Yi hugged the flowerpot and nodded vigorously. He couldn't bear to let go of the flowerpot in his hand, probably in the same mood as if he was about to have a son.

In the flowerpot, it is no longer just a root of ginseng, it is a life and its future responsibility.

Raising a drug boy is passed on by word of mouth, because they are afraid of being seen by others, so they don't even have handwriting and transcripts.

Their Yanwang Mansion now grows a lot of medicinal materials, and it is also a good place to raise medicine boys.

In addition, Mo Shaoheng also passed a picture of the patriarch to Nan Yi.

From now on, Nan Yi will also be responsible for the succession of the pharmacist lineage.

Nan Yi looked at the old man on the picture of the patriarch, and the old man surrounded by a group of small ginseng with hands and feet. He used to wonder why there was such a strange existence on the picture of the patriarch.

He now understands.

Mo Shaoheng explained again and left, because it was Yaotong's responsibility to explain to Nan Yi for the rest of the time.

As for whether Nan Yi could understand or not.

Well, anyway, Mo Shaoheng himself had never understood what Yaotong was babbling.

Many things go beyond language and can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.

In the room, the drug boy was training Nan Yi with his waist up.

In the yard, Mo Shaoheng also hesitantly grafted more than a dozen kinds of medicinal materials together, forming a strange new plant.

Zhao Di just walked in, "What are you growing?"

Mo Shaoheng smiled, "This tree is called the Son-Mother Tree."

"Have you heard the story of Zimu River?"

"The person who wrote the book didn't know where he heard the rumor about the Zimu tree, but he changed it to the Zimu River."

"You said, you and I were the only two men in Beiliang who were able to get married. This is the reason why we made a marriage contract that was erratic."

"But, is it true that there are no other men who love each other?"

"Maybe there are, maybe there are many more, but this world doesn't allow them to be together."

"The most vulgar reason is that two men cannot have children. It seems that the relationship in the world is for the purpose of breeding children."

"However, if I break their reason, is such a regulation no longer a constraint?"

Zhao Di was stunned for a moment, what was Mo Shaoheng talking about?

Mo Shaoheng didn't say anything, he had to wait for the son-mother tree to grow into a towering giant tree.

Mo Shaoheng went back to his room to write his storybook.

"Journey to the West: Son and Mother River Chapter".

He has to vaccinate everyone, otherwise he will appear too abruptly, and he will be afraid of accepting incompetence for a while.

"Journey to the West" is extremely long, even if Mo Shaoheng is only planning to write the chapter on Zimuhe now.

But if the story is to be reasonable and logical, the length of the previous "Journey to the West" must also be written, but the first difficulty of the ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties is arranged as the country of daughters.

Some people may say that "Journey to the West" is suspected of overthrowing the rule.

But that is also a hidden existence, the benevolent sees the benevolent and the wise sees wisdom.

At least most people don't think of this when watching TV series, they are just fascinated by the wonderful stories in it.

Even other authors may really be writing a wonderful story, and they may not think so much at all. Who knows, the author himself does not admit it, so the so-called deep meaning is just speculation.

"Journey to the West" is really too long.

It took Mo Shaoheng a long time to write this.

It took a long time for "Journey to the West" to be printed.

In the marketplace, Douzi's publicity team has already started shouting.

"Linjiang Fairy's new storybook "Journey to the West: Son and Mother River" is now available."

With this yelling, it became lively.

The scripts that Mo Shaoheng wrote before are still alive and well.

However, there have been no new works for too long, which made many people sigh.

But Mo Shaoheng, as the young teacher of Beiliang, no one dared to ask the dignified young teacher to write the script.

So as soon as this new storybook came out, many people immediately gathered around to inquire about the news.

"We sell them at the door of our library."

"You can also go to the library to borrow books." Douzi hurriedly started his own business.

Mo Shaoheng printed quite a lot this time, and there are too few entertainment literature in Beiliang. In fact, if Mo Shaoheng calms down, he can make a lot of money writing scripts.

Sure enough, it was almost a swarm, and many people went to buy it.

Within a few days, the entire Liangjing began to discuss Mo Shaoheng's new script.

In the past, the romance novels written by Mo Shaoheng were more or less bloody.

But this time is different.

One of the four great classics.

In fact, even in modern times, who would have thought that the thinking of the ancients was so unconstrained?

Think about it, this is a work hundreds of thousands of years ago, is there a feeling that the wisdom of the ancients was underestimated in the past.

In modern times, too much emphasis is placed on one's own achievements and greatness, and even often slanders the ancients.

But if you think about it carefully, aren't some things from the ancients enough to shock the world?

Their material life may not be as rich as modern times, but in terms of spiritual life, it may not be.

For a moment, the miraculous content made the people of Liangjing talk about it.

"Why is this monk called Sanzang? Oh my God, what is written is the experience of the Sanzang of the Eastern Tang Dynasty among the five great masters? Didn't it say that Sanzang traveled to an unknown Buddhist country?"

"The birth of Master Sanzang is so tortuous."

"Oh, the stone monkeys have become spirits."

"Also, is there really such a magical existence as Zimu River in this world?"