Wang Chongyang's itinerary to return to Beijing was delayed again.

He had already had a solution to the rising turbid air. Although it was not very mature, it was enough to solve some of the problems.

The reason why he really didn't want to leave was how the white crystals collected from the cans came from.

He needs to figure out the production process. He doesn't understand the principle and can study it later. He must figure out how to produce this magical thing that can increase grain output on a large scale before he can return to the capital to give an explanation to the government.

He didn't know how long it would take, nor did he know whether it could be solved, but he wanted to figure out the essence of the facts.

This is seeking the Tao and practicing it.

"Yang Jingluo, build a wooden track to Fengshengzhou. This is the drawing." Wang Chongyang took out a drawing, which was a replica of Qin Chidao, with a width of twenty battles and accommodating twenty cars in parallel and more than enough for the drawings of Chidao.

Yang Xinzhong looked at the drawing and stared at it for a long time before saying, "Good thing! But it's too expensive, so I still have to ask the officials for instructions. However, if there are Khitannu, you can save a lot of money and food, the officials should be able to obtain this letter."

Yang Xinzhong wrote a letter and asked someone to send it to Bianjing in an expedited manner.

Zhao Huan received the figure given to him by Wang Chongyang, one by one, a steam pump that can be held by hand.

An iron pipe was in the water and ignited the small stove, and steam came out.

Zhao Chen, Yue Yun, Yu Wen Chong, Zhao Chenfu, four of them were raising the desk and watching Zhao Huan dig coal with a small shovel.

"It's water coming out!" Zhao Chen pointed to the water outlet pipe and said in surprise.

Zhao Huan looked at the water outlet pipe. When the water outlet first came out, the water from the water outlet made a hissing sound, and the water flow was intermittent, not very large.

After the steam engine stabilized, the water flowed into the basin as if it was pouring.

The sound of puffing sounded in the little school.

Zhao Huan was not in Wende Hall today, and he was forcibly given a three-day leave by the Daoist, the imperial concubine, and the courtier.

"Father, is this useful? You have been playing with it for a day." Zhao Chen asked, pointing to the small model.

Zhao Huan looked at the longing eyes of the three children and said with a smile, "This is a toy. After the military weapon surveillance is dismantled, I will ask them to make some for you."

"As for what it is for?" Zhao Huan looked at the steam engine in a daze and said with a smile, "It will lead the Song Dynasty to a new glory."

"What glory?" Zhao Chenfu asked timidly.

Zhao Huan looked at the three children and thought for a while and said, "The palace is opened in the nine heavens, and the nations with all the clothes and crowns come to pay tribute. The super-large territory and strategic depth of the 9,900 miles of Xiji Road. It is a good place and a good strategic depth. It is the prosperous era of the Song Dynasty that I want."

"You can't understand even if you tell me."

Zhao Chenfu tilted his head and thought for a while and said, "Wang Wei's "Works to the Morning Palace with Jia Sheren" is about the grand scene of the coming of all nations."

"The one that follows Jia Zhi's "The Palace of Morning Dynasty" is that the whole poem says that the silver candle is fumigating in the sky and the purple road is long, and the spring scenery of the forbidden city is dark and the sky is vast. Thousands of weak willows drooping green, and hundreds of flowing orioles are surround the Jianzhang. The sound of the sword and the steps of the jade pavilion, and the clothes and bodies are flocking to the incense of the imperial furnace. They bathe together on the Fengfeng Pond, and serve the king every day."

"I prefer Jia Zhi's song to go to Daming Palace."

Zhao Huan looked at Zhao Chenfu, who was tilting his head and chewing his words. This little girl is really smart, but why is her hair so thick?

"But I don't know what the second sentence the official said is, the 9,900 miles of the Western Ji Road." Zhao Chenfu said with some dissatisfaction.

"You are still young and have few places to go. It's natural that you don't know. Chen'er knows?" Zhao Huan asked with a smile at Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen frowned and shook his head, saying, "I don't know, please punish my father."

"It's not a school entrance exam, why should I punish you?" Zhao Huan looked at Zhao Chen's appearance and shook his head helplessly. Zhao Chen was a little nervous.

After all, Zhao Huan's father has not been seen once every ten days, and it is normal to see him once every time, but Zhao's husband is much more happy.

Yue Yun's eyes lit up and said, "I once heard my father say this, it is an inscription! It should be Chang'an City."

Zhao Huan nodded and said, "That's right, it's an inscription."

"A inscription standing in Chang'an, the capital of the former Tang Dynasty, in front of Kaiyuan Gate was written by Yu Shinan of the former Tang Dynasty. The content of the inscription was only these few words, and the West Ridge Road was 9,900 miles."

"Most of the Tang people who passed Kaiyuan Gate were soldiers from Guannei Road to Anxi Protectorate's Mansion, or merchants on the Silk Road, who were all poor people who left their hometowns."

"These words are telling the soldiers and merchants, don't worry, the road ahead is not far, only 99,000 miles, not even 10,000 miles."

Yue Yun's eyes gradually became hot, and in the end, they were filled with desire. How heroic was that?

Zhao Chenfu nodded. She understood Zhao Huan's ambitions. This was an emperor with great ambitions.

Yuwen Chong stared at the steam pump and said blankly, "Why does it pump water from here? No one moved."

Zhao Huan smiled and said, "The chemical energy in coal is converted into thermal energy. After water absorbs thermal energy, it is converted into the internal energy of steam, and the internal energy of steam is converted into reciprocating mechanical energy."

"If we go further and further improve this machine, we can convert the internal energy of steam and the rotary dynamic structure of rotor mechanical energy, which will bring earth-shaking changes to the world."

Yuwen Chong nodded vigorously and said, "I didn't understand, but can I learn this?"

"When Wang Wupin returns to the middle of the capital, I will ask him to teach you, so you can learn how to make this toy." Zhao Huan said with a smile.

"Doctor Hu's class is also very interesting!" Zhao Chenfu said happily. "He always asked us to follow him to catch ants, raise crickets, catch mosquitoes, and occasionally watch microworms."

Zhao Huan once gave Hu Yuan a book, "The Mysteries of Nature" written by Levinhoek.

Microworms are actually microorganisms, which are considered as Buddhist terms.

Hu Yuan did not teach medicine, and his courses simply took four children to play.

He didn't understand very well why the emperor arranged this position for him, took his children to play with him every day and received an extra salary?

If possible, please arrange one more job like this.

Hu Yuan's mystery of nature has not been thoroughly studied, and the mycelium of Penicillium is still being cultivated. Today, Zhao Huan is really idle and has nothing to do, so he can only stay in the palace to play with his children.

It was entirely because Zhao Huan got sick again two days ago. Although it was not a serious illness, he occasionally felt a cold and his throat was a little painful.

But the palace people were still scared to jump up and down.

Zhu Lian and Zhang Tanghua knelt in front of Wende Hall, crying like tears. The last few days when Zhao Huan fell seriously ill and fell into a coma, for Zhu Lian, it was like the sky collapsed.

This time, the official's throat became inflamed and he didn't even have a fever, so Zhu Lian persuaded him to come out of Wende Hall.

The courtier's letters asking about his well-being flew to the imperial court like snowflakes. Li Gang brought people into the palace overnight and felt relieved when he saw that the official family had nothing to do.

Once he was bitten by a snake for ten years, he was afraid of the rope, so Zhao Huan had no choice but to give him three days off.

I had nothing to do, so I had to go to the school to find the children to play with.

There is no way, he is an emperor. Except for the children in the school, whoever sees him will be humble. That is boring.

There is really no fun place in the palace.

"Last time, Dazai Li sent you to prison and ate two days of prison meal. He felt wronged. Afterwards, I rewarded you with one hundred Song silver dollars. I'm not bad to you Hu Yuan." Zhao Huan looked at Hu Yuan hiding in the corner and said loudly.

"It's not too thin, the official family." Hu Yuan replied honestly.

Zhao Huan asked, "Then why are your penicillium still mycelium? What do I want?"

"I don't know what the official family wants! How can I give it to you!" Hu Yuan said helplessly.

He really didn't know what the official family wanted. This was the third time the official family asked him for something!

"This is a matter of life and death. I dare not fool the official family with something casually. The official family is as keen as a wise man, so it must be obvious that it is fake at a glance." Hu Yuan replied with a smile.

"But the official family, I probably figured out what the official family wanted." Hu Yuan took out a cage from behind and said with a smile, "I have cured the wound on the foot of this small hill mandrill. The old minister probably knows what the official family wants."

The mandrille has a long face and a long arms, a black body with hair, and a backward slut. She smiles when she sees people, and her face is colorful like a ghost.

In fact, it is a giant monkey with a weird appearance. Even if it is placed in the world, it will remind the biggest monkey, except for humans.

Zhao Huan had inquired about this thing in the system. It was distributed near the equator, and I don’t know how it came to the Song Dynasty.

The cage in Hu Yuan's hand was an injured colored mandrill from his childhood. It was only half the size of an arm and was still very small.

"I can remind you that the mandrills are more than three feet tall and have great strength. If you raise a mandrill, don't be eaten by the mandrills." Zhao Huan joked and checked the mandrills' wounds.

It is indeed as Hu Yuan said, he has recovered.

"I know."

"At that time, there were four or five scratches on the whole body of this mandrill, which was even more serious than General Wang."

"Many wounds are poisonous pus. I guess they are the owner of the mandrill. They saw that it could not survive, so they abandoned it."

"If I had no such genin, I would have no way to do anything. I would probably not be able to survive this montane. However, I am still exploring this genin and it will take a while to get results."

Hu Yuan took out a porcelain bottle and said, "It needs further exploration."

What Zhao Huan wanted was penicillin, but unfortunately what Hu Yuan was holding was just the suspension of the spores of Penicillium.

Zhao Huan teased the little mountain mandrill. The monkey's face was colorful and extremely interesting. The little monkey had a very strong temper and kept scratching the wall of the cage, trying to escape.

"The road is long and hard, keep working hard." Zhao Huan patted Hu Yuan.

He knew that this road had no end at all, and it was a blessing that Hu Yuan could see a fork in his life.

"Zhao Ying, accompany me to visit me in a private place!" Zhao Huan shouted and prepared to leave the palace. He was in the palace every day, and he happened to go out for a walk while on vacation.

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Chapter completed!