Ren Baqian stood on the field with his upper body exposed. In the past few months, he has gained a lot of muscle, at least the original ribs are no longer visible.
At this time, his eyes were full of determination, and he was staring at his opponent closely. Even if Chen Qing was beside him, he would not be able to recognize that this man with sharp eyes and full of violence like a sword would be his. Come plain old friend.
The notebook behind him is connected to the stereo, playing Daping Zhishu's Into the Battlefield, the soundtrack of the hot-blooded high school. When I first watched this movie, listening to this music made my blood boil.
At this moment, the strong rhythm and the dense sound of the drum set made Ren Baqian's adrenaline soared, and his fighting spirit was boiling. He felt that he could carry a gun and go to the battlefield by himself.
At this time, Ren Baqian's opponent was obviously attracted by the thing emitting sound not far behind him, his eyes wandered, and he kept looking at the speaker.
"Opportunity!" Ren Baqian's eyes shot out, he stepped on the ground, and rushed towards his opponent like a wild dog off the rope.
"boom!"
Then it flew upside down at a faster speed than before and landed heavily on the ground, with a 46-yard footprint on its chest.
"Oh!" Ren Baqian lay on the ground and moaned, "Your Majesty, I need to change my opponent."
"You can choose the guard in the palace!" The empress said generously while eating popcorn not far away.
"Can you lower the age? I haven't even reached the human round!" Ren Baqian cried.
"How to adjust?" Ren Baqian's current bodyguards are about thirty years old, and they haven't reached the peak level for the ancient people. Moreover, the guards in the palace are not the most skilled. With the same strength, the flying cavalry is stronger than the guards in the palace.
"I feel that I should be able to try an opponent who is about ten years old." Ren Baqian said his request in a serious manner.
The empress almost laughed angrily at Ren Baqian's shameless look.
Qing Yuan and Hong Luan both looked contemptuous, can they show some face
Ren Baqian's opponent looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.
I didn't even use half of my strength just now, what else do I need
"Taking back and forth is a duel, right? With my current strength, even if my hands and feet are tied, I'm no match for you." Ren Baqian got up from the ground and asked earnestly.
The empress squinted at him for a long time, and finally said: "Okay!"
Ren Baqian was overjoyed when he heard this: "Your Majesty, Cheng Wu Deze was mercifully saved by the common people!"
"Continue today! In the duel tomorrow, I will change your opponent." The Empress said.
"Ah!" Ren Baqian sighed, posed, and then stepped on the rhythm of a piece of Yewish, rushing towards the opponent like a wild dog that had run loose.
"boom!"
…
This is Ren Baqian's seventh day since the empress taught him how to box. These seven days can be said to be full of snot and tears.
Those eight killing punches alone caused Ren Baqian to suffer a lot.
Ren Baqian's bones had been formed long ago, and he couldn't do many movements at all.
Then the empress asked two guards to press a straight horse on his shoulders. At that time, the sound was like killing a pig, and it spread throughout the palace, and it lasted for a long time.
For three days in a row, Ren Baqian walked with horoscopes on both legs, feeling like his legs were like noodles.
I have to practice every day, which is better, at most tiring. He still had to be beaten every two days, which filled Ren Baqian with grief.
Today, I finally couldn't help but brought up the idea that I had been pondering for several days.
In the evening, another female officer drained the blood from his body, and he was also coated with a layer of Indian oil, which is what Ren Baqian called it. After the application, his whole body reflected light, but the effect was really good. Every time After being smeared with Indian oil to disperse the blood congestion, the whole body is covered with comfort, and no scars can be seen on the body the next day.
But he didn't know that only a few people in the ancient tribe could afford this Indian oil. Although it wasn't priceless, it was also extremely expensive. Even if it is the son of a high official in the court, he can only use it occasionally, and it is impossible to wipe it all over his body every two days like him.
A bottle of this kind of medicine costs one hundred taels of silver, and one bottle at a time costs more than ten thousand taels of silver, which is not cheap even for the Empress.
Thinking about Guanshi Shi, a ninth-rank official whose salary is only six taels of silver a month, and the annual rent of a shop on Jingyang Street is only more than one hundred taels of silver.
The medicine used in the medicated bath is even more valuable, and a medicated bath costs a thousand taels of silver, which can only last for seven days.
These two things used by Ren Baqian alone cost 50,000 taels of silver every year.
Dayao was not rich, and the annual expenditure of the entire imperial palace was only 40,000 taels of silver, most of which was spent on the salaries of the guards, female officials and maids. And Ren Baqian's expenses were more than the entire imperial palace spent in one year.
The empress could only rely on the royal family's income from the gold and silver mines to make a little surplus, plus Ren Baqian's expenses, the palace's income immediately turned into a deficit.
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On the second day, Ren Baqian hurried out to join Fenghou, Secretary of Ordnance, and Tongyan, Secretary of Engineering Cao, and rushed to Jingtian furnace. In the morning, he received the news that the pile of bricks burned before Jingtian furnace came out, but it was all finished. The slag, all shattered at the touch.
Along the way, Ren Baqian sat on the back of a horned ox, bouncing up and down, thinking about the reason. Since cement can be burned, some ore components in this world should be similar to those of the earth, not to mention that bricks are mainly clay, no This should happen.
When we arrived at Jingtian Furnace, the furnace supervisor Tie Mu hurried up to greet him: "My lord, the fire went out yesterday, and we wanted to get bricks out according to what your lord said, only to find out..."
"Let's talk later, let's see the situation first." Ren Baqian waved his hand and rushed to the stove. The bricks inside hadn't been taken out yet. Ren Baqian went down the ladder, and there were only half of the bricks left around. , and the rest became slag and fell to the bottom of the furnace.
And the remaining bricks were all cracked from the surface, and many places were still bulging, and they turned into pieces when touched by hand.
Ren Baqian frowned.
How is this going
"Master Ren, how are you?" Tong Yan above shouted.
After drinking with the brothel last time, everyone is very familiar with it.
Frowning, Ren Baqian crawled out of the furnace covered in dust, and said to Tiemu, "Do it again, and I'll see what went wrong."
Then he said to Tong Yan: "I don't know the reason, let's talk about it later."
While the craftsmen of Jingtian Furnace were working, Ren Baqian took out a piece of paper from his pocket and compared it step by step to see which step went wrong.
"No problem?" Ren Baqian muttered. He watched with his own eyes the craftsmen of Jingtian Furnace crushing, mixing, and kneading the adobe step by step, and there was no problem.
"Could it be that this piece of paper is wrong?" Ren Baqian began to wonder if there was something wrong with the information he found.
Maybe there's something in it that's not written on the paper.
"Lord Ren, what is this?" Tong Yan and Feng Hou moved their heads closer, just now they saw him holding a piece of paper and muttering there.
"Remember something." Ren Baqian said casually, the two of them couldn't understand anyway.
"I've never seen this kind of writing before." Tong Yan glanced at it and shook his head.
Ren Baqian ignored him, he would be haunted if he saw it.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Ren Baqian watched as the craftsmen sent the kneaded bricks to the furnace.
"My lord, you said that it should be burned." The craftsman looked at a loss.
"Dry it in the shade, dry it in the shade first, how can you send it in like this and burn it?" Ren Baqian's eyes widened, and it was clearly written on the paper that it should be dried in the shade.
"My lord, you made us burn like this last time." Tie Mu looked confused.
"How is it possible? The adobe is not dry yet, can it be fired into bricks?" Ren Baqian asked with his eyes wide open.
"Master Ren, you didn't say dry in the shade last time, that's how it burned." Feng Hou spoke righteously from the side.
Ren Baqian looked at Fenghou with a look of disgust: "How is it possible?"
I thought in my heart: "Your sister, did you really not say it last time?"
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that the cement and bricks were all made in one day last time, where is the time to dry in the shade
Ren Baqian replaced Su Rong: "Don't make any problems this time. Dry the adobe first, remember to put it in a cool place to dry in the shade, not to dry it in the sun. After it dries in the shade, put the adobe into the furnace and burn it. One furnace, experiment with different temperatures and different firing times."