In Ronghou Mansion, Rong Enqing helped his wife up. He was so happy. He became a father again. He thought he could only have one son in his life. He said carefully: "Whether it is a boy or a girl, it is the treasure given to us by God."

Yao Yao has been wandering around and doesn't believe it yet. Her husband confessed to her that she was poisoned. Why? "I really have it?"

"It's been more than two months since I got angry this time, and you have to rest in bed."

Yao Yao grabbed her husband's hand, "I also want to investigate the cause of my mother's death. My younger brother became a monk for me. I said I should take good care of him."

Rong Enqing sighed, he never came out of his life to become a monk, and he still had some chance to survive. If he didn't become a monk, he might not have any chance to survive. This is the only thing he could do for his wife.

Fortunately, the child became a monk in a clear and neat way.

In the palace, the emperor knew what Rong Enqing did and asked, "Mr. Yao's body is really ruined? Is the medicine taken?"

"Yes, the foundation has been destroyed. Even if you don't continue to apply weak medicine, your body will not be healthy and your lifespan will not be long. Juesi's medicine will be taken while you are not paying attention."

The emperor said: "Stay someone in the temple to watch. Since you have become a monk, you don't have to come out."

The emperor waited for the people to go out and turned his bracelet, "I want to see what step this Yao Yao can do. After a few days, he will hand over the cause and evidence of Bai's death to Mrs. Rong."

Eunuch Liu lowered his head, "Yes."

The Zhou family, Zhulan held the drawings of the house given to the Zhou family by the emperor. This was the final artwork. The address of Rong's family has been divided these days, and the gates of the courtyard have been sealed.

Zhulan can clearly see the place where the Zhou family was assigned from the drawings. There is a large artificial lake. The designed buildings are based on the Jiangnan style.

Xuemei stood beside her mother, "Mom, this house is too big."

Zhulan was happy, "Yes, it's too big. Now I can only look at the drawings. I have to wait a few months if I can go there."

Xuemei felt that there were too many scattered corridors on the drawings, and no one would really get lost. "It would cost hundreds of thousands of taels to build such a house."

Zhulan said happily: "Well, these materials only cost the price. If the emperor had not borne all the expenses, our family would not be able to afford it."

The emperor took too many things from the Rong clan, and the emperor didn't sting the silver princess, so the emperor still wanted to be shameless.

Xuemei helped my mother roll up the drawings, and after putting them down, she said, "Mom, have you heard that the price of glass has dropped. I thought about changing the windows at home to glass."

Zhulan naturally heard that economic prosperity promotes development, foreign glass technology is already advanced, and this dynasty has also improved technology and continued experimentation. When the technology matures, the production volume will increase, and the price of glass will naturally drop.

Zhulan thought of the new house, and Zhou Shuren said that the windows should be replaced with glass, and she was looking forward to the new house.

Yao Xin finally contacted Zhang Jinghong's home, but she didn't want to come out. Looking at the letter she wrote, tears kept falling, and she didn't want to be her burden.

Yao Xin cried and burped, writing a reply quickly, she was not afraid of burdens.

When Zhang Jinghong came back, he saw the letter and felt a little sad. His mother-in-law not only didn’t want to be a burden to the wife, but also didn’t want her to have any connection with the Yao Hou Mansion. She held the letter and said in the end: “Your mother has ambition to die. She is here, and you still have connections with the Hou Mansion. Only when she is away can she be completely cut off.”

Yao Xin was completely panicked, "What should I do, what should I do?"

Zhang Jinghong looked at the sky, "I will send the servant to guard the Yaohou Mansion."

Yao Xin fell to the ground. It had been several hours since the letter was sent. She didn't notice it and lay on the ground and cried bitterly.

Time passed little by little, and the servant came back soon, bringing back the news of his aunt's death.

Yao Xin, "I just want to pick my mother up, but I didn't want to force her to die. I want her to live well."

Zhang Jinghong hugged his wife, but his mother didn't think so. The ship in the Yaohou Mansion was broken, and the aunt didn't want to implicate his wife when the ship was sunk. The aunt committed suicide and was also a kind motherly heart for his wife. "Mom hopes you can be safe."

Yao Xin didn't understand before, and she muttered, "I was very ignorant when I was a child. I looked down on my aunt's identity. I was not good, I was not worthy of her death for me. I was not good, I was not good."

Zhang Jinghong locked his wife tightly, "You are very good. You have been taking care of your mother for the past two years. She knows in her heart that you are very good."

Yao Xin was wrapped in endless guilt. She was not a good daughter, but in the end she became the cause of her mother's death.

Zhou family, Zhou Shuren said: "Today, a Western envoy sent the emperor to ring the bell, but it was made according to the scenery of Jiangnan."

Zhulan asked in a low voice, "This is the best publicity for the emperor. Look, the foreign merchants' shops will definitely be stolen tomorrow."

Zhou Shuren, "It's too expensive. I asked, the cheapest ones cost thousands of taels, and the expensive ones cost several thousand taels. To be honest, the first Chinese to invent the clock was the first to invent the clock. I remember that the first mechanical timer created by Su Song of the Northern Song Dynasty was more than 300 years earlier than foreigners. There was also a name that I forgot about making mechanical clocks, which were more than 80 years earlier than foreigners."

Zhulan, "Although the previous dynasty and now are insulated and history has turned a corner, there is history of the Northern Song Dynasty. You can ask the Ministry of Works to find information and make it yourself. Now I don't plan to buy foreigners. It's too expensive, so I can buy domestic ones."

Zhou Shuren was amused, "I haven't heard of buying domestic ones for a long time. I miss you very much. You are right. Let's buy domestic ones. I will go to Master Fang tomorrow to talk to you. It's really not OK. Cough cough, just model. I'll buy some and dismantle them."

Zhulan was happy, "Yeah."

The next day, Zhulan couldn't help but be curious. She didn't buy it. She just went to the foreign shop to check it out and brought her younger son with her. She was considered to have a holiday for her younger son. Of course, she was also selfish. I hope her son would have more knowledge and could better accept some foreign things.

When the carriage arrived, there were many foreign shops. The shops hired some Beijing shops, and the shop owners were able to speak foreign languages. Rows of self-ringing bells were constantly taken out and placed and sold.

Chang Zhong's eyes widened. Because the price was scared, he touched his purse and couldn't afford the money he saved for a clock of his legs.

Zhulan had to admit that they were all works of art. Finally, listening to the shopkeeper's offer, the evil hand that wanted to spend money shrank back. It was too expensive and he didn't buy anything and pulled his son away.

The mother and son went to the glass shop, bought the glass cup, and then returned to the carriage.

Zhulan asked her son, "What do you think?"

Chang Zhong had too many ideas, "Mom, my son thinks that if we control the technology, foreigners will not ask for prices everywhere. Scarcity is expensive. If it is not rare, the price will drop."
Chapter completed!