When Zhao Hao and his son returned home, it was already dark.

When the two got off the carriage, they saw Zhao Shixi sitting on the threshold, looking straight ahead.

It looks like he has lost his soul.

"What's wrong? It's the New Year?" Zhao Hao kicked him, yes, he was still alive.

"I didn't spend it..." Zhao Shixi murmured: "And there is one more."

Zhao Hao then realized that he was holding two tickets in his hand.

"Why didn't you spend it?" Zhao Hao asked with a smile.

"The money shop is not open..." Zhao Shixi burst into tears.

"Okay, okay, stop crying." Zhao Shouzheng couldn't bear to see that he was crying, and wiped his grandson's face with his sleeves and said, "Curry has cash, I'll give you another hundred taels of pocket money. This is the whole thing."

"The places where money are spent are closed..." Zhao Shixi cried even more aggrievedly and wailed:

"Grandpa, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to spend it in this life."

"What are you talking nonsense about this kid?" Zhao Shouzheng hurriedly patted his head and comforted:

"It's still a long life, and I always have a chance to spend it..."

Zhao Hao rolled his eyelids secretly when he heard this. Is there anyone so comforting?

Sure enough, Zhao Shixi not only did not get better, but instead threw herself into his uncle's arms and burst into tears.

He shook his head, ignored the broken nephew and took Zhao Shizhen into the courtyard.

~~

The yard is quiet.

Zhao Hao originally thought that Wuyang had not come back to the party with the same year, but he habitually looked into the west room, but saw Wuyang lying on the desk, each working hard.

Wang Wuyang and Yu Shenxing were practicing writing. Yu Shensi whispered to ask Hua Shuyang for questions, while Wang Dingjue hugged his head and thought hard, not knowing what problem he was competing with.

Today is the New Year's Day holiday...

Zhao Hao couldn't help but be shocked. Academic masters are academic masters. Seeing that they usually play and play, they have a wide range of hobbies, they seem to be not serious.

But learning is their biggest hobby.

Seeing that they were studying behind their backs, Zhao Shizhen couldn't stop catching them and whispered: "Uncle, there's nothing else, my nephew has gone to read books."

"Well..." Zhao Hao nodded and laughed in a low voice: "It's really a problem."

Zhao Shizhen had no choice but to follow Zhao Hao to the east room again.

Before leaving, he looked at the shady scholars through the window, and felt like he had lost his wallet...

But after the two of them entered the house and heard Zhao Hao explain his plan, Zhao Shizhen immediately felt that the lost wallet was back and he had been stuffed with several more money. It was heavy and very satisfied.

Because Zhao Hao wanted to design something.

What is his purpose in learning? Isn’t it just for invention?

Zhao Shizhen widened his eyes and watched his uncle draw pictures on paper with a pencil; he stood in his ear and listened to his explanation, for fear of missing a word.

"This thing consists of three parts. A bottomless cylinder with twelve small round sticks as thick as fingers in the cylinder. Then there is a lotus root piece that can be put through the round stick and enters and exits freely in the cylinder. Finally, there is a three-foot long rod connected to the lotus root piece through a small hole in the cylinder..."

Zhao Hao said as he drew the last stroke and said, "It's probably that..."

Looking at the ghost drawing talismans on the paper, he was quite embarrassed by his kindergarten-level drawing ability.

"That's true, is that?"

But he couldn't resist Zhao Shizhen's natural ability to understand. Not only could he understand and fully understand, but he also drew a very standard design drawing for him again.

"Yes, yes, that's it!" Looking at the familiar honeycomb coal mold on the drawings, Zhao Hao happily patted his nephew's thigh and said, "You are such a fucking genius! In the future, my Italian cannon will be built by you!"

Of course, considering the actual situation of hand-casting, he omitted the sleeve outside the long rod. Although this was a little troublesome when making coal cakes, it did not affect the quality of the finished product.

"This is like a mold for making cakes." Zhao Shizhen looked at the drawing and said, "I can make some wood first and ask my uncle to see the effect."

"That's what it means." Zhao Hao nodded with a smile. After seeing the Zhuge crossbow and cannon-shaped fireworks made by Zhao Shizhen, he did not doubt his nephew's ability to do anything.

~~

Zhao Shizhen worked very quickly and worked all night that night.

The next morning, he handed the prepared wood mold to his uncle for inspection.

Zhao Hao pulled the wooden handle and saw that it stretched and contracted freely, and couldn't help but say joyfully: "My clever and clever nephew!"

Zhao Shizhen smiled shyly.

Wu Yang, who served on the side, looked at the wooden mold curiously, not knowing what it was for.

"If you want to know, come with me to the backyard." Zhao Hao was excited to wear shoes and go down the floor.

In the back yard, Gao Wu had already sent someone to push a cart of coal powder piled up there according to Zhao Hao's instructions.

Alongside the coal powder, there is also a pot of loess, a pot of slurry lime, and a pot of sawdust.

Zhao Hao directed the guards and dug four basins of coal powder with iron shovels, added water, scattered lime and loess and mixed evenly.

After completing these preparations, Mr. Zhao took action personally.

He dipped the mold cylinder in water and then put it in the mixed coal slurry.

After compacting his hands, Zhao Hao lifted up the mold and turned it to a clean place to put it down.

Then he pressed the pole with his abdomen and lifted the cylinder with both hands. The honeycomb coal that was the size of a bowl and was made of a large lotus-segmented lotus section.

"Okay!" Wang Wuyang immediately took the lead and shouted loudly.

Zhao Hao threw the mold to Gao Wu, asked him to continue to do the same, and then asked Wang Wuyang, "What's the good thing?"

"It looks good..." Wang Wuyang shrank his neck. In fact, he didn't understand it yet, but cheering for his master cannot be delayed.

"Where is it good?" Zhao Hao took the handkerchief offered by Yu Shenxing to wipe his hands.

"Look at his round hole, it looks like a white lotus root that crushes the mud." Wang Wuyang smiled wryly.

"Your lotus root is black." Zhao Hao glanced at him.

Several junior brothers burst into laughter, which made the eldest brother very embarrassed.

But the eldest disciple still has to give him face. Zhao Hao changed his mind and said:

"Then call it 'coal lotus root' in your words."

The disciples couldn't help but be envious.

Especially Hua Shuyang and Wang Dingjue, seeing that the last time they named this sect, and this time they were like this.

I couldn't help but sigh secretly, why didn't I get started earlier and let's be this senior brother?

Wang Wuyang was even more moved and burst into tears. The master really spoiled him...

He made up his mind that no one would let his master wash his nose in the future and would wash his master for the rest of his life.

~~

"I think my master made this coal lotus root, which should be used to burn." Shandong people don't have that many colorful intestines, and the fifth junior brother's focus is still on coal cakes.

"Well, it's not something to eat." Zhao Hao nodded with a smile.

As the senior brothers laughed, the fifth junior brother blushed and said, "What I mean is that burning like this is definitely better than burning it apart, but I can't guess what the benefits are."

"Then let's watch it tomorrow morning."

Zhao Hao instructed Gao Wu to add sawdust to the remaining little coal slurry, then carry the prepared coal cakes to the kitchen and bake them on the stove.

In this way, coal cakes will be able to be done tomorrow.

Otherwise, it would take two or three days for normal drying, and Mr. Zhao would not have the patience.

~~

It's still morning now, and Zhao Hao is now racing against time, so naturally he can't waste it in vain.

He asked Zhao Shizhen to take the molds to find the blacksmith arranged by the eldest princess...

Because all the blacksmith shops are not open during the New Year, Zhao Hao can only ask his godmother to make arrangements.

When the two of them came to the craftsman's house under Ji Sizheng's leadership and explained their purpose.

The other party's mouth twitched when he heard it, and he couldn't help but protest to Ji Sizheng: "Father-in-law, the villain is a silversmith, not a blacksmith who does rough work..."

"There is no way. The royal family doesn't open a blacksmith shop, so your life is closest to you." Ji Sizheng smiled kindly and irresistible:

"You can even make silverware, so this ironware is naturally no problem."

"That's not the same thing, father-in-law..." After all, his arms couldn't resist his thighs. Feng Yinjiang whined and lowered his head and said, "God's try it."
Chapter completed!