Unfortunately, my plan failed to be realized because another important thing about human life needs to be done by me, a young traveler with the mission of changing the world.

Dingding Dingdang Dingdang Dingdang Dingdang is in full swing, sweating profusely, and the water vapor is simmering, which is a lively scene.

"Young Master is going home." Fang Cheng looked at the sky and pulled me again. He glared at the guy: "What a panic? It's not dark yet. Wait a minute, my iron cigarette hasn't been finished yet."

"Young Master, don't you have bamboo charcoal to keep warm at home? Why do you have to?" Fang Cheng didn't understand the persistent and fanatical heart of the inventor, and did not understand the urgent mood of a later time traveler who was unwilling to be killed by carbon poison in the Tang Dynasty. He ignored this bodyguard with only muscles in his head.

"Don't Old Man Zhang, you have to be slower, don't flatten my iron tube." When he turned around, he saw Zhang Blacksmith holding up the hammer and was about to go down the iron tube that had just been rolled into a cylinder, and shouted loudly.

"Haha, Master Fang, don't worry, the old man has been fighting iron for decades, isn't it just a tin tube? If you let the old man rust a flower on this tin, it will be done." Old man Zhang was very dissatisfied with me and expressed doubts about his technique.

"Okay, okay, can't you believe me?" He looked at this old man who looked at him without saying a word, squatted on the stool, and continued to watch the blacksmith perform with their apprentices.

Mars flew everywhere, and just yawned twice, Blacksmith Zhang finally stopped the hammer: "It's done, Master Fang, come and see if it's up to you."

The iron pipe about two or three millimeters thick and three meters long has been formed. The rolled joints were knocked almost close together by the blacksmith. The elbow was already built yesterday and gestured to it. Yes, yes, it is not bad. Although there are some gaps, it is nothing serious. Then stuff some rags into the gaps.

"Second Young Master, are you?" Fang Shen stood at the door of his house and stared at the things in the two carriages in a daze, grunting for a long time.

"Uncle Fang, these are all good things. Our family will not be afraid of death due to carbon poison in the future." He happily patted Fang Jue's shoulder, and saliva sprayed on his face. It was obvious that Fang Shen's eyes were twitching.

Forget it, I ignored him and waved my hand. The servants shouted out from Fang Cheng from the mansion rushed towards the two chariots like wolves and tigers.

In the surprised eyes of the maids and servants in the mansion, I personally took the initiative and set up a stove in the back hall where my family often stayed, and let the room hang a few ropes on the beam: "Hold it high, damn it, if it is higher, this is not something for people to hang it. This is for you to hang the cigarette pipe. You can open a hole in the window lattice. Do you know the diameter of the cigarette pipe? Just open such a wide round hole in the window lattice"-

After dinner, my elder brother kept wandering around the iron stove, not knowing what he was tinkering with. My mother's reaction was quite normal, and she kept praising me for being her son and becoming a child prodigy.

The third brother Yize seemed to admire my second brother very much. Jiligulu was rubbing against me with saliva, and his brother screamed.

The old man pretended to be disdainful, looked at the book twice, glanced at the stove, glanced at me again, and then read the book again. I really don’t know whether the old guy is practicing his eyes or what he is doing?

"It's good, it's just too hot." My elder brother squatted by the stove for a long time, wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat down on the couch, and said to me. "Father, this thing is not bad. Although the house is tightly closed now, it does not have the sour smell of carbon gas as before. His hands and feet are not frozen." It seems that my elder brother still supports my new invention, hehehe.

"Hmph, I'm idle all day long. If you don't take care of your injuries at home, just do some." The old man couldn't find a word to describe my coal stove for a long time. He glared at me angrily and continued to read his book.

"Look at you, I don't know how happy I feel, but I'm just as stubborn as I am." My mother covered her mouth and smiled. She turned her hand and opened the hand that was pinching my third brother's face: "Boy, he is your brother, so he thinks it's dough."

"No, I just think my third brother is really cute." I laughed dryly, I was taking revenge on this little kid and rubbing my body with saliva.

But the sister-in-law was kind-hearted and carried her brother-in-law over and smiled at her gratefully.

My mother has always been a thunderous and ruthless person in family affairs. The next day, I asked me to put the coal stove that was originally placed in the back hall in the bedroom and her father, saying that I would try it. Early on the morning of the third day, my mother, whose mouth was hot and blistered, asked me to order it again. Soon, the amount of bamboo carbon at home dropped at the rate of the stock market collapse. The whole family gathered around the coal stove all day and hummed and chatted. It was hot. After dinner, what I hated the most was the iron stove with the furnace burned red. My mother seemed to think this thing was easy to use, and put three in the back hall in one breath, which made the whole family sweat and almost wanted to use a fan to stir up the cooldown. Finally, when the family voted to protest collectively, my mother barely reduced the three stoves in the back hall into two stoves.

I don’t know if it was my mother talking about the benefits of coal stoves with the wife of a certain Duke’s wife, or if the old man mentioned this thing to his colleagues after he was dispersed. The old blacksmith’s business was so popular that it was a shocking tongue. So I simply pulled a group of blacksmith friends to start work together, and the whole street was full of jingling noises.

I only took a day to recuperate at home, but my mother was regarded as a little foreman. I spent all day wandering around the mansion, teaching the servants how to install, ventilate, and use it. I also made a new batch of kettles at home. There was no way, the firepower of the coal stove could not be wasted. The advantage of this is that every day, the people in the house got up, and they washed their faces and rinsed their mouths with steaming hot water. The eyes of the servants gradually became normal from the usual weirdness, and they still had a hint of admiration. Bitting ears was no longer the question of how stupid the second young master of Fang was. The green butterfly finally got better and regained his vitality. In the yard, he chatted with a group of little girls and was chattering around how smart I, the second young master, was very pleased.

"You made this thing?" Li Shu began to show a nearly numb fatigue to the unusual strange thing I developed. Just like now, she is sitting lazily on the soft couch near the coal stove, wrapped in a fiery red fur, which makes her white wrist, which is copying the text with a Zhenguan pen, clearer. Her slightly raised eyebrows, a faint lips, and a relaxed charm. Several high-ranking children frequently turned their eyes to this place and saw me sitting next to Li Shu playing chess with Li Zhi. Her strong resentment was higher than the temperature of the coal stove.

Zhenguan pen is my chicken pen. This girl actually used my invention and creation to her emperor father. She shamelessly said that she made it by chance. Soon, this hard-head pen with extremely suitable materials became popular throughout Chang'an, and she got a very elegant name: Zhenguan pen is ahead of you. This is a plagiarism of my hard work, this is a despicable act of intellectual property rights, this is the most terrible spiritual harm to the inventors. After several oppositions were invalid, I could only endure the grief and anger, and half-supported and half-received the money handed over by the girl as a seal and intellectual property transfer fee.

"It's not true. I just raise the carbon basin and add a chimney. I'm just nine. If you lose, give me money!" I say nonsense every day, and I'm not afraid of being exposed.

"Brother Jun, is it good to keep accounts?" Li Zhi's eyes were very sad. He threw the cards in his hand on the table and threw the purse on the table. An empty gust of wind almost flew away.

"It's easy to write here. His Highness of Jin King of the Tang Dynasty, Li Zhi, owed Liang Fang Junfang a hundred dollars in love." He quickly took out the account book and handed it on the Zhenguan pen. It was full of handwriting of the three Li brothers and sisters. Hahahahaha

"You are so kind and good people. I'm afraid Chang'an will be in peace?" Li Shuyong leaned lazily against the edge of the couch, saying neither yin nor yang.

The young master ignored the words of this little loli directly. A manly man did not care about a little girl's movie, and he coughed twice. At Li Zhi's request, the time for the radio blockbuster "Today, the story I want to tell is"

"May I ask," a hoarse and magnetic voice sounded not far away. The radar moved, my head moved.

A woman with light makeup stood beside me pretty, with a wheat-colored face that was frozen by the cold wind, with a quiet and gentle smile on her face, and a pair of clear eyes, looking at me.

He looked around and pointed at himself: "Are you calling me?"

"Yes, can you get out of here?" A slightly shy smile appeared on her smooth face. A single fur coat that looked a little thin made her concave and straight figure fully show. Buddha! Angelina Julie's face Oh my God, at this moment, my blood pressure soared to one hundred and ninety-nine, my intelligence value dropped to thirty-seven, and my courage value rose.

"Please sit down." I moved my butt and squeezed our future emperor into a horse.

"Brother Jun!" Li Zhi stood up angrily, slapped his butt, and was in a state of great momentum.

"Save five hundred yuan" I didn't look back. Li Zhi's anger immediately flew out of the sky, and he smiled with his eyebrows. I put on the kindest smile, stood up, shook my long gown, and stretched out my hand very gentlemanly: "Please, please, Miss."—
Chapter completed!