Great Song

Although there is no need to make "elixir" for the time being, Han Miao still carefully checked the protective equipment in Zhen Qiong's room.When you know that the ugly and rough shell and plank are to protect the head, face and chest to prevent being injured by the blast.Without further ado, Han Miao ordered someone to make a new set of utensils.

Based on the steel plate, the outer cover is filled with fine sand as a silk cotton pad, and then mounted with a layer of thick linen that has been starched. The weight is not too heavy, and it can not be invaded by water and fire.Not to mention that the glassware exploded, even if the pill furnace exploded, it wouldn't hurt too much.The original simple hood has also been changed into a mask style, and the goggles are directly inlaid on it, even if it is worn in midsummer, it will not be too stuffy.

As for the alchemy room, Han Miao also carefully asked Zhen Qiong's opinion, and planned to install a large iron water tank on the roof.In case of a fire, just turn on the faucet and water will pour out to stop the fire.Several large tanks filled with sand should also be prepared outside the house, which can be used to extinguish those "poisonous fires" that are said to be unable to be poured with water.There are also roofs and beams, which need to be re-pasted with a layer of mud to avoid being ignited by flying sparks.Even the original pond has changed its waterway and added a potter's wheel just to prevent it from happening.

Han Miao didn't pay much attention to Zhen Qiong who said that the pill furnace would explode and that the ingredients were poisonous.Now that he saw that protective gear, he was really frightened.Since there is no way to persuade Zhen Qiong to give up the Dao, he can only make up for these corners and corners, hoping to be safe and save his life.

Zhen Qiong naturally raised her hands to welcome the renovation of the Danfang.Such a complete protection may not be available even in the Zhou County Grand Daoguan!

During the renovation period, going out to play with Daguan Han was a matter of course.

Sitting in the carriage, Zhen Qiong looked at the traffic queues on the street, and was also dumbfounded: "Why are there so many people?"

It's not that he hasn't been on the street before, but he has never seen such a battle where even the road is blocked.All the storefronts that can be seen are hung with colorful silk, and the street is full of peddlers and stalls with all kinds of gaudy dolls, which can't be seen at a glance.

"In two days' time it will be the Qiqiao Festival. All the big and small sects in the capital will hold banquets and gifts, so naturally more people will go out." Han Miao explained with a smile.

For Zhen Qiong, who grew up in a Taoist temple and had only brothers and sisters, he really had no idea what the "Qiqiao Festival" was.We could only marvel at the crowds and walk slowly along with the crowd, it took more than half an hour to reach the destination.

Sangjiawazi is located in the south of the imperial street, just beside the imperial palace, and its scale is second to none even in Tokyo.After getting out of the car, Zhen Qiong was startled by the buildings in front of her. Rows upon rows of houses were all there, and she couldn't see the edge even on tiptoe.This is not a courtyard, it is simply a small city, and it is still full of people!

Seeing Zhen Qiong's frightened appearance, Han Miao smiled and said, "Is it bigger than the cottages in Anyang? There are more than [-] Goulan colorful sheds here, and you can't even see them for a month. Recently It coincides with the festive season, and there are more people than usual.”

It's not a question of "more" is it?Zhen Qiong was speechless, and held Han Miao tightly, allowing him to lead her around, and came to a huge shed.Inside the shed, there are densely packed seats, which can accommodate more than a thousand people, not counting the pavilions that are obviously provided for the nobles.It was clearly not past noon, but the shed was already half full, and there was a din of people, as if in a busy city.

Pulling Zhen Qiong into the private room, Han Miao ordered his servants to bring melon and fruit drinks, before he said with a smile: "This is the largest elephant shed in Liwazi, there is polo and cuju today, and the tickets have already been sold out. "

What is polo?What is Cuju?Zhen Qiong took a sip of her cold drink, suppressed her shock, and was about to ask.Hearing the sound of a gong outside, the cheers immediately broke through the sky.

A group of men in colorful clothes ran in, and a few round balls moved under their feet.Another hook, another pick, passed back and forth, like a butterfly wearing a flower.There is also a strong man who does not use his feet to play football, but only uses his shoulders, elbows, waist, and abdomen. Glue, like pulling a thread, is amazing!

I don't know who started it first, a few balls were kicked up, flying higher and higher, passing more and more dangerously, seven or eight people changed their postures and competed for the landing point.They may jump up their heads, or hang upside down from the golden hook, or soar through the chest, making people dazzled, but they are so organized that none of the balls hit the ground.The faster the pace and the greater the movements of the people, the louder the cheers in the arena, and the whistles came and went, which made people get excited.

"Is this football? Why isn't there a goal?" Zhen Qiong didn't even have time to put down the cup, her mouth was wide open, and she was fascinated.Dayi Dynasty also has football, but he has never seen such a trick mode!

"This is a 'white fight' in the warm-up. It only depends on the posture, and the score is not counted. The two sides are facing each other, and the player who kicks the 'Merry Eye' has to wait after the polo." Han Miao asked with a smile, "Has Qiong Er ever kicked a polo ball?" Cuju?"

Zhen Qiong shook her head foolishly.Where can he play football?Jumping aerobics is not bad.The entire Taoist temple, only one brother can kick two feet, is always borrowed by Linxian Gewu Temple, and the master is still not happy.

"I know how to use two feet. I'm not as good as them. Compared with Cuju, I was better at polo back then." Han Miao replied with a smile.

"Is polo played on horseback?" Zhen Qiong became more and more curious.

"Naturally. It should be a polo match after this group of people end..."

Not long after Han Miao finished speaking, a few players in the field really went down.There was a crisp sound of horseshoes "treading", and a group of young women dressed in men's clothes jumped onto the field on horseback.A group of girls were all young, wearing short scarves, narrow gowns, red boots with flower saddles, and fluttering belts.After going around the field for a week, they were divided into two teams, swinging long poles, and scrambling for the small ball on the ground.

"This team is well-known in the city of Tokyo. Except for the rehearsal on Yujie during the Lantern Festival, only Qiqiao can see it." Han Miao explained with a smile.

A galloping galloping horse, with a slender waist and a graceful waist, is obviously a wooden pole more than a foot long, but it is as light as a wicker in the palm of your hand.The little colored balls were passed around, and the horses almost collided with each other.Such wonderful scenes attracted waves of applause.Some people saw the sassy beauty, and some saw the wonderful game skills, but Zhen Qiong was dumbfounded. She turned her head and said, "Have you ever played with such a dangerous thing?"

Han Miao laughed loudly: "Polo and hitting balls are both fashionable things, how could I not? When I was young, I played polo, and it was known as the best in Anyang City."

Zhen Qiong was captivated by those crooked smiling eyes, and didn't care if the sport was dangerous: "Then why have I never seen you play?"

These words made the smile on Han Miao's face fade a bit, and after a while, he said: "I have given up my studies and started business, so I won't touch these anymore."

He was also the son of the owner of Han's business when he was young, and even Han Xianggong looked up to him.To make friends with the children of officials and eunuchs, it is unavoidable to have fun with them.And when he gave up the imperial examination and turned to business, the fun of these nobles had nothing to do with him.

Realizing that Han Miao's expression was wrong, Zhen Qiong hurriedly said: "It's okay not to fight, it's too dangerous! If you fall off the horse, you will definitely break your bones!"

Knowing that this small way was comforting himself, Han Miao still smiled and shook his head: "Actually, I don't really like these things. I just like to see people praise them and want to show off. I gave up the imperial examination and no longer thought about being a Officer, it is insignificant."

If it were another person, he would definitely ask him, why did he give up being an official?But Zhen Qiong is different from ordinary people after all, upon hearing this, she nodded in agreement: "What's so good about being an official, it's better to do business to make money."

Seeing how poor Shen Kuo is, how can a senior official Han make money safely by opening a shop?

Han Miao laughed: "Qiong'er is right."

What's so good about being an officer?Since he knew the root cause of the repetition of the tea law, he knew that countless dignitaries and wealthy businessmen were the main culprits who made Fan Wenzheng's reform fail and the treasury was increasingly empty.He gave up on being an official.

What can you do if you are a good official?If you offend the powerful, you will be assigned to the frontier; if you get involved in party disputes, you will be exiled to Salmonella Island; even if you are dedicated to the country, if you meet a Daoist emperor like Zhenzong, Kou Laigong will die as a guest in Leizhou?At that time, the heroes of the dynasty were like crucian carp crossing the river, but none of them could change the fate of the country and save all the people.What is the use of a mediocre person who is not good at poetry and prose?

When he gave up his official career that day, Han Miao knew that his talent was not in being an official.Being a wealthy businessman who is famous all over the world may benefit one party and do something.Unexpectedly, by mistake, the knowledge gained from traveling all over the years will still be able to be heard by the heavens one day.

Can this world still change?Maybe it can.In a way he never imagined.

Turning his gaze back, Han Miao looked at the people around him, and couldn't help being curious: "What wish does Qiong'er have?"

The determination that was full of confidence that day, is so shy when asked about it at this moment.Zhen Qiong pursed her lips: "Of course it is to refine something new, to be a real person who can establish a school and make people admire!"

Han Miao raised his eyebrows in surprise. He originally thought that Zhen Qiong's goal was only Dao Dao, but he didn't expect to even think about "establishing a sect".It's just where did Zhen Qiong hear it, that refining a new thing can have such glory?At times like this, he would feel that the thoughts of this Xiaodao were far from the ordinary, as if he came from another country.

Yet the words that came out of his mouth were so firm and urgent that they could not be doubted.Han Miao's heart skipped a beat, he just made a name for himself, as if he could help.For example, if the "elixir" for chest pain is handled properly, how difficult is it to become famous all over the world?But if Zhen Qiong becomes a "good person", will she still stay by her side?

After hesitating for a moment, Han Miao still said, "If you're asking for a name, I might be able to help..."

Before she finished speaking, Zhen Qiong shook her head decisively: "Famousness naturally depends on skill! How can others help?"

Just kidding, nothing has been refined yet, why is he famous?With results, a blockbuster is the right way for them to learn the Way of Creation!

Those eyes are astonishingly bright, without impurities, as clear and moving as a child.People can't help but want to get close to her, kiss her, and hold her in her arms.

As if being stabbed by the light, Han Miao closed his eyes and smiled, "Qiong'er is so ambitious."

The pampering in that tone made Zhen Qiong blush.Daguan Han really does not dislike him for being "so ambitious", Daguan Han is really kind...

Outside, it seemed that someone scored a goal, and the cheers grew louder, as if they were going to break the ceiling.But neither of them turned to the field, their intertwined gazes met, and then quietly retracted.Han Miao smiled, stretched out his hand to take a fruit, and handed it to Zhen Qiong.

"Try this pear."

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, the soft fingertips rubbed lightly on the back of the hand, as if they had touched the apex of the heart.Zhen Qiong felt her mouth was dry and thirsty, so she hurriedly picked up the pear and began to gnaw it.

Looking at the red ear tips, Han Miao slightly raised the corners of his lips.Since he doesn't hate it, he's about to push his limits...