frightfiction Chapter 422: Not Afraid of Competition
Chapter 422: Not Afraid of Competition
Shen Luming quickly pulled open the quilt and covered him with it, saying like a little adult, "Brother, cover yourself up quickly so you don't catch a cold."
Ah Chi, who had just brought in a pot of tea, looked at his young master suspiciously. His young master was usually as strong as a bull, so how could he catch a cold after taking a hot bath?
Fu Huai'an came back to his senses and looked at the child pretending to be an adult. He almost laughed out loud: "You are quite good at taking care of people?"
Shen Luming also lifted Fu Huaian's quilt and crawled in, holding Fu Huaian's waist with her small hands: "Of course not, brother is coming to visit my house, I must take good care of him."
Fu Huaian raised his hand, rubbed his little head twice, and said to Ah Chi: "Okay, you go and have a rest too, you don't need to take care of me here."
"Yes, Master."
Achi understood this. Their young master was always in different places and doing different things. For example, when he was in the military camp, he rarely needed him to serve him.
That would make the soldiers feel distant.
If he were at home, the young master would eat by himself and serve the dishes, without the need for servants. Although the Duke's Mansion had everything one could want, it was more comfortable for him to eat at home as he was used to his family.
At most, there were a few maids waiting to take orders at any time.
As for coming here, the Shen family is a farming family and they have no maids or servants. The young master doesn't have to do anything himself and basically does everything by himself, also out of respect for the habits of the Shen family.
So he was told to go out, and he went out happily. Today he slept in the same room with Dahu and Erhu.
A Chi thought that he liked the Shen family very much, felt relaxed and comfortable here, and he also liked Da Hu and Er Hu.
Especially in the previous fight, Dahu and Erhu’s skills were really good and were comparable to mine.
Ah Chi went out. Fu Huaian looked at Shen Luming, who was wearing a deep blue pajamas, and asked, "Has your sister been so smart since she was a child?"
Shen Luming also had her hair loose, and raised her head to look at Fu Huaian in confusion: "How should I know? I wasn't born when my sister was a child."
Well, Fu Huai'an felt that he had asked a stupid question, so he changed the question and asked again: "Who did your sister learn to make these things from?"
Shen Luming: "Who can I learn from? When I was in my hometown, my father taught my sister. My sister always locked herself in the study room at that time, either reading or writing and painting. She didn't hire any other teachers!
At that time, my father was a teacher, just like our current teacher."
Fu Huai'an understood the literal meaning, which was that he really didn't learn these things from others. He had liked them since he was a child, and he studied them on his own since he was young.
Although it was still hard to believe, how could such a small baby lie? Besides, he couldn't tell if such a small baby was lying, so it was okay.
Of course Shen Luming felt that what he said was true and he was not lying.
Fu Huai'an asked again: "So what do you learn every day in class?"
Shen Luming said proudly: "The teacher taught me the three hundred thousand chants for enlightenment. I have already learned them. They are not difficult at all."
"so smart?"
"How about I recite a passage for you?"
"Can you recite poetry?"
"Yes, I'm much older, the moonlight shines brightly in front of my bed...
I slept through the spring without knowing the dawn..."
This little mouth started to talk, and he recited ancient poems fluently, more than 30 poems in a row without pausing in between.
Fu Huaian murmured in his heart, could it be that the siblings have inherited Mr. Shen's brains? Why are they all so smart? Normally, can kids of this age recite so many things?
"Did your master teach you all this?"
"No, it was my sister who taught us. When we were on the road to escape famine, we lived in caves in the winter. My sister had nothing to do, so she told us stories and taught us to recite ancient poems.
By the way, brother, do you know the story of Monkey King? "
Fu Huai'an shook his head.
Shen Luming said quickly: "Then let me tell you, in Aolai Country in Dongsheng Shenzhou, a huge rock on the Flower and Fruit Mountain gave birth to a stone monkey..."
At first, Fu Huaian just treated it as coaxing the child, and didn't think that this child could tell a very attractive story.
Two people, one big and one small, were covering a cup. As Shen Luming was talking, Fu Huaian supported the child's head with one hand, closed his eyes, and patted the child's back again and again.
He originally thought of just coaxing the little one to sleep. Although he had never coaxed a child to sleep before, he had seen his mother coax his eldest sister's nephew to sleep in this way.
As a result, he closed his eyes and listened to the story with fascination. When Shen Luming came to the point that Sun Wukong was locked in Laozi's alchemy furnace and was about to be burned.
There was no sound. He opened his eyes suspiciously and saw that Shen Luming had fallen asleep after being patted by him.
Just at this time, Shen Zhiqiu came back and knocked on the door.
Fu Huai'an said, "Wait a moment."
He thought it was Shen Zhiqiu who came back. He didn't see Shen Zhiqiu after taking a shower, so he asked Li Quan and he heard that Shen Zhiqiu had gone out.
As for why it wasn't A Chi, it was because A Chi was already at this time and would not come to him unless it was something important. And A Chi would not knock on the door, but would call out "Young Master" in a low voice at the door.
He stood up, straightened his clothes, and put on something called flip-flops that Shen Luming brought over, which were also made of plastic.
He covered the little kid who had just turned over and was sleeping on his back with a quilt, then opened the door and walked out.
It was indeed Shen Zhiqiu: "Mr. Shen, Lu Ming has fallen asleep, let's talk outside."
Shen Zhiqiu glanced at his sleeping son through the door, invited Fu Huaian to sit down, and poured him a cup of tea.
Then he sat down and said, "General Fu, I wonder what you are going to do with the plastic sponge. To be honest, we can't supply too many people with it in a short period of time.
After all, you have seen the efficiency of a cotton machine in making plastic cotton. If you want to make more, even without considering the raw materials,
But we couldn’t buy the pig iron needed to make cotton machines, and the imperial court didn’t allow us to buy so much pig iron.
Moreover, the raw material for making plastics requires starch, which is made from sweet potatoes and corn, both of which are food.
If we want to make plastic cotton to supply everyone with clothes, the amount of food will not be a small amount. After all, when refugees enter the city, food is much more expensive than in previous years.
Although it doesn't seem to cause much trouble now, if they really need to collect a large amount of corn and other grains, I think the court will not be able to bear it.
Even if you can bear it, you still need to keep some reserve food in case something goes wrong. "
Shen Zhiqiu saw Fu Huaian was lost in thought because of his words, and spoke again: "Also, to make plastic sponge, you must first make glycerin.
The other ingredients, starch, white vinegar, alkaline noodles, etc. are relatively easy to make.
But my daughter is the only one who knows how to make glycerin in my family. The glycerin we use is also made by my daughter.
This thing is very difficult to make, and there is a risk of explosion if you are not careful."
Fu Huaian picked up the teacup, took a sip and then said, "What does Mr. Shen mean?"
Shen Zhiqiu said that he didn't mean anything, he just said that there are many difficulties in promoting plastic cotton this year.
After a while, they said, "We can hand over the recipe for plastic cotton, and we can also offer the recipe for liquid plastic to the court.
But at the beginning, I hope General Fu can tell the court clearly that if something goes wrong when someone is learning to make glycerin,
Or maybe there was nothing wrong when we delivered it, but if something goes wrong when the court produces it itself in the future, then it can’t be our fault.”
Fu Huaian really didn't expect that Shen Zhiqiu would tell him this after he came back from a trip. Now that his people are still living in thatched huts, they can hand over the plastic recipe.
To be honest, when he was holding the plastic cotton before, he was also thinking, the importance of this thing is self-evident, but if they wanted to make plastic cotton now, Shen Zhiqiu and the others would definitely not be able to do it now.
Then he has to think about how to hand it over, but the key point is that he came here just to keep the plastic recipe in their hands.
If you hand over the plastic cotton, the plastic recipe will definitely be lost.
On the contrary, his Fu family has both money and people. If his family cooperates with Shen Zhiqiu and others, he can ensure that Shen Zhiqiu and others' prescriptions will remain in his hands, and it will not delay the use of the prescriptions by the people and soldiers.
But the Fu family controls half of the troops in the northern border and is a first-class duke in the court.
And they control the plastic cotton which is so important that it can be regarded as the lifeline of the North?
What does the Fu family want to do? By then, even if the Prince of Yan and the Crown Prince do not doubt that the Fu family is more powerful than their master, they will have doubts.
Besides, there are people in the entire court who dislike the Fu family and want to replace them.
Fu Huaian took a deep breath, stood up and bowed to Shen Zhiqiu: "Mr. Shen, I, Fu Chuanting, would like to thank all the people and soldiers in the northern border for your understanding of justice."
Shen Zhiqiu was shocked, and he hurriedly supported him: "General Fu, please don't do this, it really makes me feel embarrassed."
It took a lot of effort to push Fu Huaian down to his seat. Shen Zhiqiu breathed a sigh of relief: "This silly soldier boy is really strong."
As soon as he sat down, he heard Fu Huaian ask again: "I wonder what reward Mr. Shen wants. I will do my best to mediate for him."
Shen Zhiqiu waved his hands quickly: "No, no, your status is not suitable for that, and it doesn't matter whether you are rewarded or not.
As long as this plastic sponge is really used on civilians and soldiers, I don’t ask for anything else.
But I hope the price of plastic sponge won’t be too high, and ordinary people can afford it and use it, so that my daughter’s efforts in making this thing won’t be in vain.
This kid, in order to study this thing, really doesn't sleep a wink day after day, and sometimes stays up all night."
Just after he finished sighing, he suddenly remembered and said to Fu Huaian in a pleading tone: "But I still have something to ask of you."
Fu Huaian quickly grabbed Shen Zhiqiu's hand and said, "You said, as long as my Fu family can do it, we will definitely do it."
Shen Zhiqiu said: "It's not that serious. Just don't say that this thing was researched by my daughter. You can say that we researched it together, or that I researched it, but don't say that it was researched by Yoyo."