The eighth day after the Grain Rain, at night.

Dark clouds covered the night sky, and the tidal flats by the sea were pitch black.

With a hint of cool drizzle, it drizzled, and rippled on the sea tide.

On the muddy mudflats, there is not even the shadow of seabirds, and the villagers will not go out on this wet and cold rainy night.

Wang Youzhen waited for several days in a row, and finally waited for such a good weather.

Over the past few months, Wang Youzhen has walked from the village to the Yantian again and again, often walking over with his eyes closed, for the sake of today.

How to walk, how many turns, and where to stop.

It's all clear.

The sea breeze is howling.

The cold rain hit Wang Youzhen's body, and the muddy ground was deep in the soles of his shoes, making it difficult for him to walk.

Go straight, turn, jump...

After two incense sticks, Wang Youzhen came to Yantian with difficulty, reached out to touch the rain on his face, and glanced carefully.

It was pitch black all around, and no one could see what he was going to do next.

After careful confirmation, Wang Youzhen made a quick step by step from the muddy mudflat floor to the salt trough with his amazing memory.

He stretched out his right hand and touched the iron millstone that should be in front of him. Sure enough, he touched it.

Wang Youzhen felt the coldness coming from the palm of his right hand, put the sealed pot on his left hand on an iron grinder, and vigorously removed the raw paint.

Holding the dilute sulfuric acid clay pot in both hands, slowly pouring it on the iron millstone.

The dilute sulfuric acid and iron immediately undergo a neutralization reaction, and the heavy iron grinding disc constantly corrodes, and hydrogen is produced.

After a bag of cigarettes, a small convex hole appeared in the iron millstone weighing a thousand pounds, which could just reach into one hand.

He completed a feat that even if Xiang Yu was reborn in Li Cunxiao, he could not accomplish.

Take one hundred taels of silver from under the thousand-pound iron millstone.

Wang Youzhen's tired face couldn't help but smile and said something in his heart.

These are all the power of science.

He opened the hole, took out a total of more than six kilograms of silver one by one, held it in his arms and started returning the same way.

Fortunately, Wang Youzhen practiced martial arts with his grandfather who had retired from the border army since childhood. He didn't feel too tired. He arrived home in less than two incense sticks.

Walking to the village of dilapidated mud houses, I came to the door of my house and pushed open the dilapidated wooden door and walked in.

Wang Youzhen put the silver into a clean clay pot and buried it in the corner of the backyard.

By the time we finished all this, it was already dawn.

Wang Youzhen wiped the sweat and rain from his face, quickly returned to his small earthen house, and wiped his body clean as quickly as possible.

The Ming Dynasty did not have antibiotics, and minor illnesses such as colds and fevers were the most life-threatening disease in the Ming Dynasty.

Many officials who are not short of medical treatment will die on the bed due to a cold wind. The poor people who cannot even eat enough can only wait to die.

Wang Youzhen wiped his body clean and fell asleep on the bed.

Sleep until noon.

The drizzle outside also stopped. Wang Youzhen got up at his mother's cry and drank a bowl of coarse porridge mixed with rice bran.

Japonica rice is much worse than white rice. The bran is the wheat peel and debris after being ground into wheat. When swallowing, it hurts a lot in the throat.

Needless to say, it tastes better than pig food.

But there is nothing we can do. White rice is too expensive, and it has increased to one or two or three cents of silver and one stone.

The rice is only one tael of silver and one stone, and the bran is only sold for five cents of silver and one stone.

Wang Youzhen finished drinking the rice bran porridge in the coarse porcelain bowl without saying a word. He was not dissatisfied at all. He could at least eat enough for his own family.

Many Yan Ding's family can't afford even a qian of silver and a stone of chaff, and only eat one meal a day.

Wang Youzhen put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, said, "Mom, I'm out," and walked towards the Wang family's ancestral hall.

Walking on the muddy dirt road in the village, Wang Youzhen began to think about the next big plan to make money.

Any industrial machinery in the early industrial revolution could earn money after money in the Ming Dynasty.

But just because those new machines are too profitable, with Wang Youzhen's current status, there is only a way out if they are discovered.

Regarding the next plan after having the first pot of gold.

Wang Youzhen thought about it for a long time and finally chose industrial machinery that was as easy to hide, and developed step by step.

"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"

Not far from the Wang Family Ancestral Hall, Wang Youzhen's thoughts were cut off by the tender shouts of killing.

Several half-grown boys were practicing the battle formation sword techniques of the northern border army, and the five boys were very conspicuous.

However, at the age of sixteen or seventeen, all of them are tall. Wang Youzhen's average height after visual inspection was 1.85 meters tall.

It’s a pity that because they can’t eat enough for a long time, the five tall teenagers don’t have much meat on their bodies, otherwise they would turn into tiger-backs and bear-backs, and become human-shaped bears.

These five young men were Wang Youzhen's cousin, and the only place he was more pleased after coming to the Ming Dynasty.

At least you don’t have to worry about being bullied by others. If anyone dares to bully his eldest son and grandson, the five teenagers rushed over and fought desperately as soon as possible.

The five teenagers saw Wang Youzhen, who was also tall, walked over, put down the wooden knife in his hand, and shouted together: "Brother."

Wang Youzhen nodded and asked, "Si Xiong, grandpa is in the ancestral hall?"

Wang Sixiong, who is ranked fourth by age, replied: "Grandpa is in the backyard of the ancestral hall."

Wang Youzhen waved his hand and signaled his cousins ​​to continue practicing, and walked to the backyard of the ancestral hall alone.

The Wang Family Ancestral Hall is just a simple earthen house with more than a dozen ancestral tablets placed inside.

The so-called backyard is nothing more than a yard surrounded by a circle of fences.

Wang Youzhen's grandfather, Mr. Wang, was working in a carpenter's livelihood in the fence, making rakes, crooked plows and other farm tools for salt cubes in the same village.

After retreating from the border, Mr. Wang has been using this exquisite carpenter skills over the years to support three sons and ten grandchildren.

Wang Youzhen walked around the ancestral hall and came to the backyard. He saw that only one of his right arm was left was digging the curved plow, and his eyes couldn't help feeling a little sore.

A few months ago, Wang Youzhen was swept into the deep sea by the big waves, and after he was rescued, he almost lost his breath.

My mother lay beside the wooden bed, crying to death.

My father and two cousins ​​ran for thirty or forty miles overnight and invited a doctor.

Grandpa, who was squatting at the door without saying a word, knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily.

Before this, Grandpa who had killed the Eight Banners Tartars at the border, but his right arm was cut off and he never called out a pain.
Chapter completed!