Two silver ingots with special metallic luster were placed on the table. Get rid of poverty and become rich and prosperous so quickly. Just get to know a few more local tyrants. Although the money would definitely ask for your own business in the future, the second generation of officials would also have to use Mao Wenlong's relationship to seek personal gain. Fortunately, this is a custom in the officialdom these days. Some of the younger generations who visit elders and seek officials in the same year will not let go of several censors to double-regulate Mao Jue.

However, people's ambitions always rise as the water continues to rise. This afternoon, I spent six taels and ordered six revolvers and a large number of pointed bullets in contact with the muscle military man. But at that night, Mao Jue couldn't sleep. Qian Zeng's mirror of tens of thousands of taels always echoed in his ears.

The six revolvers are just for self-defense. They fight against Yuan Chonghuan to the death, but what should we do after the battle? Rebellion? Resigning and surrendering to Jiannu? Neither of them is what Mao Jue wants! Mao Wenlong has been in the prime of all these years, and he must have had a mixed relationship in the court to manage eunuchs. He fights party struggles, and he may be able to fight against Yuan Chonghuan infinitely, but all this requires money. The "military pay" for the eunuchs is more than the military pay for the Jiannu.

But if there is a mirror!

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"Suyi, get up!!!"

"Ah? Heh~ Master, why are you getting up?"

On weekdays, Su Yi asked Mao Jue to get up, but today he happened to be the opposite. He finally opened the sleepy big eyes and yawned. Su Yi asked in surprise just now. Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, Mao Jue pulled her smooth and tender wrist and pulled her off the bed.

"I want saltpeter! Where is saltpeter in this city?"

"Young Master! Young Master! Hey! I'm not wearing clothes yet! I'm out like this! I'm not alive!!!"

Covering his bellyband, he screamed sadly behind him.

Now that there is money in your pocket, I don’t have to save so much. I will walk out of the door of the mansion. There is a carriage lying on my own at the door. I called one. The two of them were yawning in plain clothes and rushed out of the city gate.

Although it was Pidao Military Town, the soldiers needed comfort in the cruel battlefield, and religion also came into being. On the back of the island, a small Taoist temple was formed. Taoist priests who escaped from Liaoyang ran the place to worship the Sanqing. It is said that before the expedition, even Mao Wenlong would come here to sing incense sticks.

Early in the morning, the door of the Taoist temple had just opened. Several Taoist boys were cleaning the door. When they saw the carriage stop, they came down first. A Taoist boy was excited and ran backwards, shouting, "Master, that alchemy girl is here again!"

Seeing the Taoist priests looking excitedly, Mao Jue always felt like he had entered a black scenic spot and was sharpened.

After a while, an old Taoist, with a long beard, a radish face, a wrinkle on his face, and a little messy hair, was wearing a slightly washed and faded Taoist robe. He hurriedly greeted him, looked at Mao Jue's eyes, and suddenly showed a strong smile and bowed his head.

"I have seen Mr. Mao for a long time, so why don't you come to me?"

Why is he a mother knowing me again? Mao Jue once again gave Su Yi awkward look, and the girl immediately explained like a familiar little trumpet.

"Master Xuankong, my young master fell into the water a few days ago and fell into a headache. He couldn't remember many things. Please take care of them."

"Oh~ Heaven is impermanent!"

Listening to this explanation, Old Dao Xuankong couldn't help but sigh and said with a sigh: "Mrs. Wen is such a good man. Liaoyang is in trouble and has suffered such a sudden disaster. Now Mr. Mao is..., Alas~"

"Master!"

Sad things were mentioned in person! Su Yi reminded her a little unhappy, which interrupted the sigh of Xuankong. She slapped her forehead and said apologetically: "Young Master Mao, don't blame me. This person is old, just likes to sigh randomly. I have lost my composure. Mr. Mao, let's go in and talk again. Qingfeng and bright moon, don't prepare tea, breakfast!"

Leading the way ahead, with Mao Jue, the old Taoist briskly led to the temple.

The world is difficult, and even these people outside the country are uncomfortable. The breakfast is a very clean millet porridge, which is much thinner than the darkest breakfast Mao Jue bought before work. There is not even a salty duck egg for a meal. There is only a stack of pickles made of radishes grown by Taoist priests themselves. In ancient times, it was very important to eat without saying anything. Generally, Taoist priests ate silently after morning classes. Mao Jue was not easy to speak, so he mixed this simple breakfast first.

But then again, these pickled radish strips are quite refreshing to eat.

After breakfast, there were about twenty Taoist priests who should hold the hall, and meditate and recite scriptures. Old Taoist Xuankong invited Mao Jue to the inner room where he lived behind. This made Mao Jue very interested. A very large alchemy furnace seemed to be emitting blue smoke there, and there was a slightly smaller alchemy tripod. More than a dozen black-glazed jars were placed with various minerals and medicines. This was the earliest chemical laboratory in China.

"What's this?"

The two strange jars were connected up and down. If they were not using black ceramics, they would be exactly the same as those instruments in later laboratories. Listening to Mao Jue pointing at this question, the old Taoist explained with a smile.

"Oh, this is the device for extracting mercury from cinnabar when we are refining alchemy. The one underneath is called a snabar, and the one on the top is called a pomegranate jar. When we use it, put the cinnabar in a pomegranate jar and burn it with fire, and the mercury condenses into the snabar."

"How many months have left before Mrs. Wen's day of worship? Could it be that the young master is here to seek the elixir? For the head disease, I have a little bit of Ziyang Zhengxin Pill, which should be effective."

As he said that, Old Taoist Xuankong took out a big gourd from beside him, and several copper beans with heavy metallic luster jumped in front of Mao Jue. He immediately saw that his forehead was sweating profusely. It was either lead or mercury. Qin Shihuang died of eating it, Emperor Wu of Han died of death, and Emperor Taizong of Tang died of death, and he had not lived enough yet.

"I don't need this. Although I have forgotten a lot of things, I have also forgotten a lot of troubles, blessings, disasters, and especially in a word?"

This guy pretended to be good, and Old Dao Xuankong nodded in praise, and hugged his fists in admiration.

"Young Master Mao is so smart, I am really ashamed that this Taoist practitioner is not as good as the young master!"

"Why don't you know why the young master came this time? He still wants to buy feldspar and lead stone?"

After being relieved from the embarrassment, he looked down at the jar connected up and down. Mao Jue's eyes couldn't help but shine, and his hands even went up to pat him.

"This time I'm here to buy saltpeter, but Taoist priest, you want to help me with the processing!"

In the pomegranate jar, more than a dozen pieces of saltpeter were roasted under the hot fire. A thick smoke began to rise from the jar, and finally flowed into the gum snail along the curved jar, which was cooled and dispersed by the cold water under the gum snail, dyeing the water with a layer of water. Listening to the sound that kept ringing, Mao Jue's eyes were wide open.

He didn't want to die, nor did he want to live like a dog. In the shipyard, the tricky and mean workshop director and arrogant human resources manager often shouted at your boss. Although he had lost a lot in this era, he was ten years younger and had an unprecedented high status in society. Mao Jue didn't even notice that he began to immerse himself in the authority brought by the Mao family's son.

Therefore, we must not lose all this in front of us.

The weather in early spring became a little stuffy under this heat burning. A layer of sweat appeared on the plain-clothed little face, which moistened the tightly wrapped clothes. Her watery face seemed quite attractive. Mao Jue was also sweating. Only the old Taoist Xuankong seemed to have a little cultivation, his heart was calm and naturally cool, and he didn't even have a bead of sweat on his forehead.

Then you need a lot of money. The income from the production of the glass shop is still not enough to satisfy Mao Jue's sense of security. He needs more!

The saltpeter in the jar was burned for more than an hour. Half of the jar of saltpeter was worn out and it became dark, but the clean well water inside the gum snail became much turbid, and there was a layer of black and gray on it. However, when Mao Jue looked at the jar of water, he was extremely excited.

"Suyi, hurry up and find a container and put these in for me! Be careful, this thing is very dangerous and will melt immediately if the skin touches it!"

These words made Suyi's little face pale. She moved a jar from the corner with fear. Seeing her appearance, Mao Jue simply reached out to grab the jar, poured the turbid solution inside the gum, and sealed the jar with mud seal.

"Mr. Mao, what are you doing?"

It has been half a lifetime of refining alchemy. It was the first time that Master Xuankong saw it. He couldn't help but ask curiously. But he was in a good mood. Mao Jue turned around and lit up Bai Jingjing's big teeth.

"This is the water of immortals. You can immediately ascend to immortality after drinking it!"

"Young Master laughed at me again!"

He just said that it would melt when it was stained. Now he drank Shengxian again. If the old Taoist Xuankong believed it, he would be a little regretful and a little blamed. But immediately, the old guy's faint eyes almost popped out. Suyi was still holding the jar and trembling. Mao Jue took out a large amount of silver from her waist and stuffed it into his hand.

"These twenty taels of silver are for the incense money in the temple!"

"Oh, that's too much!"

Not to mention, Old Taoist Xuankong was really a little bit of cultivation and was not knocked out by the silver. He quickly pushed the silver and stuffed it into Mao Jue's hand again.

"I don't use so much money in this poor place, let alone a few kilograms of saltpeter. Mrs. Wen and I were considered old friends back then. How could I accept it with shamelessness?"

"Then add more saltpeter, feldspar, etc. I may use a lot in a while!"

Without allowing him to postpone it, he forced the silver back and pulled the can with a simple shirt and hugged the can. Mao Jue simply said goodbye and went to the door to get on the carriage. He could still see the old Taoist Xuankong taking his apprentice behind him and giving away his apprentice awkwardly.

"The Taoist priest is the duty!"

He had just put down the jar and looked back and Su Yi couldn't help but say with emotion. She also looked at the window and Mao Jue secretly remembered it.

"Young Master, where are we going?"
Chapter completed!