"Young Master, is this... windy?"

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer."

In the Jinchengfang house, Li Ang and Chai Cuiqiao sat at the table, staring at the talismans on the screen.

Hu... Huhu...

A faint breeze rolled up around the yellow paper talisman, blowing into the room through the gauze window, slightly reducing a hint of summer heat.

"Well, isn't this useful? Alright, eat melons."

Li Ang slapped his palm without changing his face and studied in the academy for a month. Now the talisman paper he wrote can barely operate normally. It is not considered as [Qingfeng Talisman], nor is it considered as [Cool Feng Talisman], but only [Feng Talisman].

"Um..."

Chai Cuiqiao took his gaze suspiciously, took back the shaking talisman, and picked up the spoon.

The most indispensable thing in the end of summer is iced watermelon. The master and servant are blowing the breeze, and one is half eating the melon.

Watermelon was brought to Yu Country by Hu Shang on the Silk Road. The original watermelon is small in size, with many seeds, white flesh, thick skin, hollow inside, and not delicious at all.

After more than two hundred years of improvement in the Jingxue Palace, it gradually became bigger, the skin became thinner, the flesh was full, and the flesh was red and sweet.

"It's really exaggerating to sell such a melon for 300 yuan. It's enough to buy four kumquat trees full of fruits. Pingjiang Mansion Dongting Oranges, which specializes in tribute, is just the same."

Chai Cuiqiao, who was in charge of the family's money, digging watermelon with a spoon and couldn't help but mutter.

These are all melons from greenhouses. I think they are expensive.

Li Ang subconsciously said this sentence in his mind. He shook his head and said, "After all, it is the Manichaeological Holy Melon. Every year, the fruit farmers will be bought at a higher price by the Mani Temples in Chang'an City as soon as they are planted."

"Mani Temple...is that Dayun Guangming Temple?"

Chai Cuiqiao thought for a while, "Why do they like eating melons so much?"

“Because of the teachings.”

Li Ang casually said: "Manichaeism and Zoroastrianism are both sects that originate from Persian sects. The doctrine believes that the world under the Haotian has two powers of light and darkness, and they fight each other. If the light disappears, the darkness grows; if the darkness grows, the light disappears.

The world is now strong in darkness and weak in light,

There are light factors in plants. As long as believers eat more vegetables and less meat, they can absorb the light factors and pass them to the Kingdom of Light through their own will, which can help the King of Light return to the world, seal the darkness, and balance the light and darkness.

Because melons have the most light factors, in Manichaeism, the more melons you eat, the faster you can help balance the light and dark.

Eating melons is about saving the world.

The largest and best taste watermelon becomes their holy melon.”

Chai Cuiqiao opened her mouth and said in surprise: "This... is too tortuous, right?"

"Who said no?"

Li Ang ate the watermelon and said vaguely: "There is also the Haotian Temple. A long time ago, the Haotian Temple did not allow anyone to spread such things at all, and severely eliminated any beliefs that were not Haotian. Later, for some reason, the restrictions were relaxed.

As long as we jointly recognize the supremeness of Haotian, some sects will be allowed to exist.

That's why there are all kinds of strange doctrines and worldviews.

Well... Logically speaking, Manichaeism should also award a saint honor to the agriculture professors in the academy for improving such delicious holy melons."

The Yu State is tolerant and open, but the status of the academy is too high and too strong, making it difficult for all sects to show aggressiveness in Chang'an.

The Zoroastrianism, Nestorianism, Manichaeism and other barbarians stayed honestly in their respective markets. During festivals, they would come out to give away some eggs and vegetables to neighbors.

Li Ang said casually: "The Holy Day will be held in the autumn of Dayun Guangming Temple, and Chang'an citizens are invited to eat melons for free. Those who eat melons can also receive a 100-ton currency reward."

“Eh?”

A eager expression immediately appeared on Chai Cuiqiao's face.

"Don't think about it,"

Li Ang knew what she was thinking when he saw her expression, and said casually: "The last champion was their saint, and he ate ten watermelons in one go.

Eating so much without being overwhelmed to death is probably a talented practitioner.

The champion of the melon-eating crowd is right.”

"That's how it is."

Chai Cuiqiao curled his lips a little dissatisfied and said, "The practitioners are still here to participate in the competition. Isn't this bullying ordinary people?

How do you eat ten melons..."

The two chatted and finished eating the watermelon. Chai Cuiqiao chopped the melon peel and threw it into the garden.

Li Ang got up and returned to the study, took out the last piece of silver ingot from the drawer and placed it two inches above the palm of his hand.

rustle--

The ink silk pierced out automatically, and was about to wipe out the silver ingot, but suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"call."

Li Ang took a deep breath, circulated his spiritual veins, and forced Mo Si to stop.

The ink silk swayed on the palm for a while, unable to touch the silver ingot for a long time, and finally slowly shrank and retreated to the bottom of the skin.

Success.

Li Ang let out a long time and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

After more than a month of attempts, he gradually felt that the ink silk would change slightly according to the direction of spiritual energy in the spiritual veins.

"Imagine my spiritual energy as electric current, I am a generator myself, and the ink wire is a superconductor.

I can control the ink silk to a certain extent by adjusting the trend of the spiritual energy.

For example, attaching to the bones, it wraps the bones like a tempered net to increase bone strength.

Or rely on muscles to strengthen strength and body.

Instead of relying on instinct as it used to be.”

Li Ang thought silently: "This process will continue to consume spiritual power. Perhaps in the future, it can control the ink silk to pierce out of the body surface and evolve into various shapes.

Such as boxing gloves, blades, chain hammers, etc.

But what can be done at the moment is to prevent the ink silk from stabbing out his palms and swallowing the silver ingots.

If it is replaced with pure gold... I'm afraid it will not work.

The desire of the black silk to swallow will exceed the control of the spiritual energy. It is necessary to expand the sea of ​​energy and increase the total amount of spiritual energy."

The kendo class that uses fine gold will be next month.

There is almost no time.

Li Ang had tried to pull out the ink silk for a long time, but this thing had been deeply parasitized into the skeletal muscles and could not be removed under existing conditions.

Unless he stands in a giant mine full of pure gold, let all the ink silk in his body crawl out on his own initiative.

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But in that case... can the skeletal muscles eroded by the erosion still support him to survive?

"In a sense, the mestifolium is more cruel than parasites like the Medina dragon worm."

Li Ang shook his head, threw the silver ingot in his palm, and watched the ink silk swallow it up.

The family's money was not much. Aunt Song sent it from Benzhou. Yu Miaoshui sold the property and got 1,500 guan. It cost 1,000 guan to buy gold and silver, and there were still 500 guan left.

I don’t know when the remaining three thousand guan will be sent again.

"You can't sit down and eat nothing, you have to find a way to make money again."

Li Ang muttered to himself and took out a piece of white paper from the drawer.

There are many ways to make money after entering the academy. In addition to the most basic talisman painting, the most direct and efficient one is to register a patent.

The Academy has always encouraged doctors, teachers, disciples and even ordinary people in Yu to study things, study the principles of heaven and earth, and to be practical in the world.

At the same time, the Academy also knew that research has no practical benefits and would only make Neo-Confucianism the private property of the few rich and leisure scholars.

To this end, the Academy has set up publications and patent offices. Any invention with special value can be registered for patents. The Academy will negotiate with the big merchants to fight for the inventors.

For example, Cheng Juxiu, who is currently studying engineering doctor Yang Deming, has registered drawing patents for dozens of ships, and can get a patent fee of 30,000 yuan per year.

His disciples who assisted in the research can also get a considerable amount of money.

"Theft of patents is inevitable, and there will always be small workshops that secretly produce them. But those businesses that want to become bigger and stronger must pay patent fees to the academy as much as possible every year, otherwise they will be sued.

In Yu State, if you want to sue the school, it is just to use a lantern to go to the toilet - seeking death."

Li Ang silently thanked the school for his status and began to write and draw on the drawings.

"Young Master, what are you drawing?"

Chai Cuiqiao, who knocked in the door, saw Li Ang writing quickly, walked up to stand next to the desk, tilted his head and looked at the drawings, and asked curiously.

Li Ang casually replied: "Soap."

"What is that?"
To be continued...