Ren Baqian stood on the court with his upper body exposed. He had grown a lot of muscles in the past few months, and at least he could not see the original ribs.

At this time, his eyes were full of determination, staring at his opponent tightly. Even Chen Qing could not recognize the sharp gaze and violent aura, and his whole body was like a sword, which was actually his friend who seemed ordinary to many people.

The notebook behind me is connected to the speaker and the intothebattlefield where trees are planted on a large ping, and the soundtrack of a passionate university. When I first watched this movie, I was so excited to listen to this music.

The strong rhythm and dense drum sound at this moment made Ren Baqian's adrenal hormone soar, his fighting spirit boil, and he felt that he could carry the gun to the battlefield at this time.

Ren Baqian's opponent's attention was obviously attracted by the thing that made a sound not far behind him. His eyes wandered and he kept looking at the speaker.

"Opportunity!" Ren Baqian's eyes shot out, and he kicked the ground under his feet, rushing towards his opponent like a wild dog with a rope off.

"Bang!"

Then he flew back faster than when he went, and landed heavily on the ground, with a 46-yard footprint on his chest.

"Oh--!" Ren Baqian lay on the ground and groaned long: "Your Majesty, I need to change an opponent."

"You can choose the palace guard!" The empress, who was eating popcorn not far away, said generously.

"Can you lower your age? I haven't even reached the human wheel!" Ren Baqian cried.

"How to adjust?" Ren Baqian's current guards are about 30 years old, and they have not reached their peak for the ancient tribe. Moreover, the guards in the palace are not the highest. With the same strength, the strength of the flying cavalry is stronger than the combat power of the guards in the palace.

"I think I should try an opponent who is about ten years old." Ren Baqian said his request seriously.

The empress almost laughed shamelessly by Ren Baqian.

Qing Yuan and Hong Luan looked contemptuous. Can you still have some shame?

Ren Baqian's opponent looked up at the sky at 45 degrees.

I just didn't even use half of my strength, so what else do I want me to do?

"It is right to practice with your back and forth? With my current strength, even if this person tied his hands and feet together, he is not an opponent." Ren Baqian got up from the ground and asked seriously.

The empress looked at him with her eyes squinted for a long time, and finally said, "Okay!"

Ren Baqianyi was overjoyed when he heard this: "Your Majesty has achieved his moral character and is merciful to all living beings!"

"Continue today! The next day's competition will change your opponent." The empress said.

"Oh--!" Ren Baqian sighed, posed, and then rushed towards his opponent like a wild dog that had been rid of the reins.

"Bang!"

...

This is the seventh day since the Empress taught him boxing. These seven days can be said to be a snot and tears.

Those eight killing punches alone made Ren Baqian suffer all the hardships.

Ren Baqian's bones have long been formed and many movements cannot be done at all.

Then the empress asked the two guards to press his shoulders and directly pressed a horse. At that time, the sound spread throughout the palace like a pig killing, and it never dispersed for a long time.

After three days of walking, Ren Baqian's legs were all outside, and his legs felt like noodles.

He has to practice martial arts every day, which is better, at most he is tired. He has to be beaten every two days, which makes Ren Baqian feel careless.

Today, I finally couldn't help but come up with the idea that I had been thinking about for several days.

At night, another female official dispersed the blood stasis on his body, and his body was coated with a layer of Indian divine oil. This is Ren Baqian's name. After applying it, the whole body was reflected, but the effect was really excellent. Every time he was coated with Indian divine oil to disperse the blood stasis, his whole body was smooth and he could not see any scars on his body the next day.

However, he didn't know that only a few people in the ancient clan could afford this Indian divine oil. Although it was not expensive, it was also extremely expensive. Even the children of senior officials in the court could only use it occasionally, and it was impossible to apply it all over his body every two days like him.

This kind of medicine costs 100 taels of silver per bottle, and one bottle at a time, and more than 10,000 taels of silver a year, even for the empress, it is quite expensive.

Think about the monthly salary of a ninth-rank official, Shi, is only six taels of silver per month, and a shop on Jingyang Street, can tell if the annual rent is only more than one hundred taels of silver.

The medicine used in the medicinal bath is of higher value. A medicinal bath costs 1,000 taels of silver and can only last for seven days.

Just 8,000 taels of silver are required every year.

Da Yao was not rich, and the entire palace spent only 40,000 taels of silver a year, most of which were on the salary of guards, female officials and maids. The expenses for 8,000 per person were more than the entire palace for a year.

The empress's income from the royal family alone in the gold and silver mines was only slightly left. With Ren Baqian's expenses, the palace income immediately became a deficit.

...

The next day, Ren Baqian hurried out to meet up with the military commander Si Qingfenghu and the worker Cao Siqing Tongyan rushed to Jingtianlu. The news he received in the morning that the pile of bricks burned before Jingtianlu came out, but they all turned into pieces and were broken when they touched.

Along the way, Ren Baqian sat on the back of the horned cow and was pounding up and down while thinking about the reason. Since cement can be burned, some ore compositions in this world should be similar to those of the earth, not to mention that burning bricks is mainly clay, and this should not happen.

When we arrived at Jingtian Furnace, the furnace supervisor Tiemu hurriedly came up: "Sir. The fire was extinguished yesterday. We wanted to take out the bricks as the adult said before we found out..."

"Wait, let's see if it depends first." Ren Baqian waved his hand and rushed to the stove. The bricks inside had basically not been taken out. Ren Baqian went down the ladder, and only half of the bricks were left in a circle around him, and the rest became slag and fell to the bottom of the stove.

The remaining bricks were all cracked from the surface, and they were bulging in many places, and they suddenly turned into pieces when touched with their hands.

Ren Baqian frowned.

What's going on?

"Sir Ren, how about it?" Tong Yan shouted.

After drinking with the brothel last time, everyone became very familiar with each other.

Ren Baqian frowned and crawled out of the stove with dust, and said to Temu: "Do it again, I see what's wrong."

Then he said to Tong Yan: "I don't know the reason, let's talk about it later."

While the craftsman at Jingtianlu was working, Ren Baqian took out a piece of paper from his arms and compared it step by step to see which step was wrong.

"No problem?" Ren Baqian muttered. He watched Jingtian Furnacemaker crush, stir and pinch bricks step by step, with no problem.

"Is it because of the wrong thing on this piece of paper?" Ren Baqian began to doubt whether there was any problem with the information he found.

There may be something inside that is not written on this piece of paper.

"Sir Ren, what is this?" Tong Yan and Fenghou put their heads over and watched him muttering with a piece of paper.

"Remember some things." Ren Baqian said casually, either of them couldn't understand it anyway.

"I have never seen such words before." Tong Yan glanced at him and shook his head.

Ren Baqian ignored him. He had to see that before he could have gone evil.

"Oh, what are you doing?" Ren Baqian watched the craftsman deliver the clamped bricks into the stove.

"Sir, what you said, you need to burn it." The craftsman looked confused.

"Dry the vagina, dry the vagina first, and then send it in like this, how to burn it?" Ren Baqian also widened his eyes, and it was clearly written on the paper that it was about to dry the vagina.

"Sir, you made us burn like this last time." Temu was confused.

"How is this possible? The brick has not dried yet, can it burn out the bricks?" Ren Baqian said with his eyes wide open.

"Sir Ren, you didn't say that you were dry last time, it was just like that." Feng Hu spoke up on the side.

Ren Baqian looked at Fengtu with a disgust: "How is that possible?"

I was thinking in my heart: "Your sister, didn't you really say it last time?"

Think about it carefully, it seems that the last time I made all the cement and bricks in one day, so where did I get the time to dry the shade?
Chapter completed!