Chapter 104: The Beggar Clan, Dog Beating Stick Technique, Dragon Subduing...

Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

Chapter 104 Beggars’ Gang, Dog Beating Stick Technique, Dragon Subduing

Xia Yuan accepted all the powerful guards brought by Zhu Houzhao. Not only that, he also asked Gu Dayong to go to the Yamen of the Ministry of Industry, find Wang Shouren, and ask him to borrow some craftsmen to help.

When the master has something to do, the disciple should do the work. This is what Sage Kong said. A saint is not polite when he uses his disciples. Xia Yuan is not a saint, so it is reasonable to ask his disciples to help him make a bed.

The rules and regulations of the Ministry of Industry in the Ming Dynasty were indeed very loose. Wang Shouren came very quickly. Not only did he come, he also brought seven or eight craftsmen. According to Xia Yuan's previous instructions, these craftsmen brought several carts of bricks and pickaxes.

A series of tools such as picks, hoes, hammers, shovels, etc.

"Which of you knows how to make a hot bed?"

"Fire kang?"

Among the seven or eight craftsmen, you looked at me and I looked at you. The last craftsman, who looked to be in his thirties or forties with a dark complexion, stood up and said, "I have never made a fire bed, but I have made a fire floor for some noble families."

Fire ground is to build a flue under the ground, and then light a fire to heat the ground. According to Xia Yuan's understanding, it is ancient floor heating.

"The principle of the fire ground should be similar to that of the fire pit, so I would like to ask you to make a fire pit for me according to the method of making the fire ground."

These craftsmen responded and began to work. The division of labor was clear. Those who mixed the mud and those who laid the bricks were all very agile.

Xia Yuan asked and found out that these craftsmen were not ordinary craftsmen, they were live-in craftsmen. The so-called live-in craftsmen were craftsmen who were attached to the Ministry of Industry. To put it simply, they worked exclusively for the government.

Making a kang is not a technical job. Although these people have never made a kang, they all understand the principles. They can learn from the fire land or even the stove.

Soon, a large Kang appeared in the east wing room. It was made entirely of blue bricks, tamped with yellow mud, and topped with a layer of glutinous rice juice for reinforcement. A hole was dug in the outer wall on the side, leaving

There is enough space for burning firewood.

A large Kang tray came out, but there were still a lot of bricks left. In order to avoid wastage, Xia Yuan suggested that they go to the side room in the front yard and set up a heated Kang for Wu Ma and the others.

The craftsmen readily agreed and took their tools and went to the front yard. Seeing people leaving in a hurry, Zhao Yuerong immediately ran over to see the masterpieces of these craftsmen. She stared blankly at the sudden appearance of a large kang in the room and opened her mouth slightly.

With his small mouth open, his expression was both surprised and confused,

"Husband, is this the kang?"

"Isn't that right? But you can't sleep with someone right away after you put the bed on the bed. You have to burn it with a big fire for a day and wait until the moisture has dried up before you can sleep. By then, you can live a life where you know your husband when you get on the bed and your shoes when you get off the bed.

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"oh"

She nodded her head and couldn't help but said: "I think this kang looks very similar."

Speaking of this, she paused again. When she saw this square fire bed just now, she felt that it overlapped with a picture in her memory, but that memory was very vague. It should have happened to her.

When I was little, I couldn't tell for a while.

"like what?"

At this time, Zhu Houzhao interjected thoughtfully: "I feel like a coffin bed."

"like you."

The word "Mama" came up in his throat, but Xia Yuan swallowed it back at the right time. The prince is a fucking queen, so he can't scold her, so he turned to say with a dark face: "You don't have to say it if you don't know how to speak."

Damn, that’s outrageous. How could such words come out of your mouth?

However, Xia Yuan took a look at it and had to admit that it did look a bit like it. When he traveled to the Ming Tombs in his previous life, he visited the underground palace of Dingling. At first glance, the fire bed really looked like the coffin bed there.

They are all square, and even the height is similar, except that there is no coffin on the coffin bed of Emperor Wanli, and all the things on it are banknotes and steel ingots.

This is really a phenomenon that is difficult to understand. Normal people usually throw money into the pool of a temple or Taoist temple to pray for blessings.

You can throw money on someone's coffin bed

Speaking of which, behind the behavior of throwing money, the cultural genes of the Chinese people are at work. The Chinese people always feel that as long as they throw money to the gods, the gods will have to do things for them.

Money can communicate with gods. This is probably a forced transaction between humans and gods.

But what does it mean to throw money to Emperor Wanli?

After all, after the death of Emperor Wanli, his grave was dug up. Xia Yuan was puzzled as to what the people who threw money were thinking.

So he didn't throw money at that time, but a decorative copper plate bought from a certain treasure. Can Emperor Wanli recognize banknotes?

It has to be a copper tube.

"By the way, didn't I give you a winter vacation a few days ago? Why are you here today?"

"Master, don't you know?"

"What should I know?"

"Tens of thousands of victims have gathered outside Nancheng, and the government is giving out porridge. I just thought about calling the master to go and have a look."

Seeing the excitement on this guy's face when he spoke, Xia Yuan couldn't help but frown, "What do you want to see? Watch the government give out porridge? Or see how pitiful the victims are, and then you gloat next to them?"

Hearing this, Zhu Houzhao's eyes widened, and he said angrily: "Master, how can you miss me so much? I am the prince after all, the crown prince of the country, and the people who were affected by the disaster are my future subjects, how can I

Maybe gloating?”

"Then why are you so excited?"

"There are many beggars among those victims."

"?"

A question mark slowly appeared on Xia Yuan's head. He really couldn't figure out why a beggar would become the point of excitement for this unlucky child.

Seeing this, Zhu Houzhao could only remind: "Beggar Clan, Dog Beating Stick Technique, Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

Xia Yuan understood instantly, "So you want to go see the beggar and ask him if he knows the dog beating stick technique and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"

"Yeah."

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Xia Yuan was silent. This prince is a tragedy. Is there something missing in his brain?

In such a cold weather, the victims were already pitiful, but he was still going to ask them about this.

Your boy has never been beaten.

"Xiao Qizi, you go and find some thick clothes for your husband. I'll accompany this idiot, and I'll accompany the prince to Nancheng for a walk."

Xia Yuan thought about it for a while, and sadly discovered that strictly speaking, this incident was his own fault.

Therefore, he decided to accompany this idiot for a tour of Nancheng, and let him get to know what the real victims of the disaster were like.
Chapter completed!