MTL - Ask Sword-Chapter 8 oil lamp
Chapter 8 Oil Lamp
"good."
Looking at Li Ang's firm attitude, Yu Miaoshui was also straightforward. He patted the armrest of the chair with both hands, picked up the folding fan, got up and walked outside the house.
Ai Rong hesitated, and put away the second version of the contract. Before going out, he reminded softly: "Risheng, Doctor Yu has a lot of friends, including old friends in pawnshops, banks, and temples. You still have more than a month to join the provincial government. Try it, it’s better not to be distracted.”
"Rising Sun understands."
Li Ang nodded, Ai Rong's words reminded him of two points.
One, Yu Miaoshui has connections in pawnshops and banks, so don’t even think about borrowing from other places
Second, what Yu Miaoshui is really worried about is Li Ang's status as a scholar. If he didn't have the status of a state scholar, Yu Miaoshui would have taken advantage of it and tried to seize the security hall.
After saying that, Ai Rong left.
Looking at the backs of the two people submerged in the street, Chai Cuiqiao gritted her teeth angrily, and said anxiously: "Master."
"No hurries."
Li Ang shook his head, went forward and closed the main door, "They have a formal contract that has been pledged in their hands, and there is a backup at the yamen.
The procedures and reasons are all justified.
You can't forcefully stop them from leaving, can you? "
"But."
Chai Cuiqiao stomped her feet, "That's one hundred and fifty!"
"I know."
Li Ang hit the latch, clapped his palms, turned around and looked at his maid, and said with a smile: "Okay, I have my own way of doing this.
That’s it for today, you go to cook the fire first, and get ready to cook. I’ll put this book away and go out to buy vegetables and fruits.
I came back in a hurry, and I haven't bought the Fenghua peaches I promised you yet. "
"Young master, you have a big heart."
Chai Cuiqiao said sincerely, but Li Ang's composure and self-confidence made her less nervous, and hurriedly warned: "Fenghua peaches should be soft but not rotten. Too soft and rotten will not taste good."
"I know, I know."
Li Ang waved his hand, and sent the little maid to light the fire and cook. He took the "Shangqing Inspiration Chapter" to the study room, put it together with the other scrolls left at home, and headed north.
One hundred and fifty guan.
This is indeed a lot of money.
In Yunzhou City, fifteen wells can be built, three gazebos can be built, and two high-quality horses can be bought. It takes a low-level family to work hard for four years without eating or drinking to save.
Li Ang first went to the end of the Weizhou Bridge and turned around, looked at the rewards on the wooden notice boards at the end of the bridge, then went to the Chengnan Wharf to observe, looked at the hard-working dock laborers there, and walked casually along the way. thinking.
One hundred and fifty guan minus forty-one guan, there is still a gap of 109 guan.
He didn't intend to bother Aunt Song next door. Although Aunt Song and her family's Lansheng Building business is very good, and they can make up a hundred yuan, but there are enough troubles for Aunt Song on weekdays, and the money for their parents' funeral is not enough. Calculated carefully.
He didn't plan to find Pu Liuxuan either.
Pu Liuxuan has just received a letter from the Academy to resume his professorship, and Yu Miaoshui uses the Xinglin Association to plan to buy Baoantang, but he is still using legitimate reasons and cannot find an excuse for interference.
As for using my status as a disciple of the academy to put pressure on Miaoshui
Well, Li Ang is not yet a student of the academy, not even a preparatory student, but only has a letter of recommendation.
What's more, if the outside world knows that I use the school's recommendation letter to do something, maybe something will happen-maybe someone will report to the government out of jealousy or to eliminate the threat of competition.
Since the other party makes a move, then accept the move.
After a day's observation in Weizhou City, Li Ang has already grasped it.
——
"Submit the essence of the sun and the moon, rush to the beauty of the two scenes, the most wonderful treasure, the highest treasure."
"Everyone who does wonders, should be incarnated first, and the incarnated person will first aspire to the way"
It was late at night, and Li Ang was reading the obscure words on the scroll book by the light of the oil lamp. Every time he read for a while, he had to stop and close his eyes to rest.
The mystery and incomprehensibility of the text is one aspect, and the dimness of the oil lamp is another aspect—the oil lamp originally used by Yu State was shaped like a lotus flower, divided into two plates, the lower plate was filled with water, and the upper plate was filled with oil.
When in use, light the wick in the oil dish. Since the lower dish is filled with water, the temperature of the wick is not high, and the burning speed will naturally slow down, thereby reducing the fuel consumption of the oil lamp and prolonging the lamp burning time.
This kind of oil-saving lamp is a forced and helpless move due to the scarcity and high cost of oil. It was not until 50 years ago that Xuegong improved the technology and invented glass and a new oil refining method, so that the new glass oil lamp came into being.
The glass lampshade is windproof, and the wick can be shortened or extended by the knob.
In addition to saving fuel, it can also control the brightness.
It is already close to the modern oil lamp in Li Ang's memory.
"It's still too dark, though."
Li Ang rubbed his sore eyes, and put "Shangqing Inspiration Chapter" on the table.
I can’t read it.
It’s like a heavenly book, you know every word, but when you connect them together, you are completely confused.
It is agreed that reading the practice classics, can you feel the heat in the body?
Li Ang hesitated for a moment, stood up, hopped lightly in the room twice, and then posed as a primary and middle school student broadcasting gymnastics,
From "The Rising Sun", "Eagle Takes Flight", to "The Times Are Calling", "Dancing Youth",
From stretching, to stretching,
Even stood on his head.
There is no sense of heat at all.
Chai Chai, who was in the same room but in a different bed, had already fallen asleep. When he heard the movement, he turned around in a daze, huddled under the quilt, only showing a small fair face, closed his eyes, and whispered in his sleep, "Master. You need to go to the bathroom."
"Can you talk?"
Li Ang's face darkened, and he recovered from the handstand, patted the dust on his palms, and said softly: "Go to sleep, go to sleep."
"oh."
Chai Cuiqiao was like a baby silkworm in a silkworm cocoon, twisting and turning over, and after a while, there was a slight breath, and a soft dream, "Cherry Biluo, hehe, litchi, hehe, bean paste rice dumpling, hehe"
Dreams are eaten, this maid is hopeless.
Li Ang rolled his eyes helplessly, turned his head to look at the half-closed scroll book on the table, and rubbed the aching brow.
It was agreed that the traverser would bring his own golden thighs? Don't talk about golden thighs, it's okay to give him golden fingers?
Could it be that the trigger has not been successful yet?
Li Ang took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said silently in the ocean of consciousness, "System? System?"
No response.
"Dark blue? Fenglingyueying? Where's the modifier? Where's the modifier? Save me!"
Still no response.
Li Ang opened his eyes, calmed down for a few seconds, walked solemnly in the room, walked a square counterclockwise, and moved his lips slightly at the same time, "Fusheng Xuanhuang Xianzun, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun, Fusheng Xuanhuang God, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun"
Wait for a moment, still. No response.
Well, I knew it.
Li Ang slapped his forehead, and reluctantly accepted the reality, tied the scroll book with a string, hung it on the head of the bed, turned off the oil lamp, and lay down on another bed in the room.
Thinking of the school palace, practice, well, and one hundred and fifty guan in my heart, I fell asleep drowsily.
(end of this chapter)
