After wearing the book, she got the wrong script

Chapter 131
Raozhou was worried about the cold weather, and while preparing the new year's goods, Bai Fu, who was far away in Anzhou, was busy making materials for Wang Guanshi.

She didn't expect that it would be quite difficult to convert the modern knowledge in her head into classical Chinese.

The key is to write in such a way that these ancient people can understand. The words have to be carefully considered and revised many times before and after, so that I almost confused myself.

Every time she gets irritated writing, she just wants Luo Jin to be there.

As Qin Shisan said.

Luo Jin is very smart, she can dictate many things once and Luo Jin can write out the content by herself, even better than she imagined.

It's even easier to use than her modern little secretary.

It's a pity that there is no Luo Jin here, and the information is confidential, so it's not easy for more people to see it, so we have to make do with Guo Liulang, a half-hearted guy.

Guo Liulang was also busy with the work of the workshop during the day, and the two could only stay up late at night to write, so it took a lot of time to finish.

"Are these enough?"

Guo Liulang hurriedly entered the room with Changming, and asked while pointing to the pot behind him that was carried in by a few servants.

Bai Fu put down the pen and paper in his hand, got up and approached, reached into the jar, dipped a small amount with his fingertips, then gently twisted it with his fingertips, and said with satisfaction:
"That's right. After testing the artillery, don't throw this thing away. Leave it to me."

Guo Liulang took the handkerchief that Chang Ming handed over, and while wiping his hands, he glanced at the jars in distaste.

"It's just oil residue and soot after the artillery test. What's the use?"

he asked puzzled.

The two of them were writing documents that day, and Bai Fu stared at the inkstone in a daze while writing, and asked him the type and price of the inkstone, and asked him to collect the oil residue and soot after the artillery test for no reason.

The people of the oil regent are strict, but these residues are left alone.

Master Tie saw him picking up scratches there, he only thought he was cleaning the cannon, and praised Patriarch Guo for his hard work.

The benefactor has already spoken, can you not be careful?

Guo Liulang murmured in his heart, he was extremely disgusted in his mouth, but he was not disgusted in his actions, and he happily followed suit.

Bai Fu inspected several other jars. According to her request, Guo Liulang classified the residues in different forms. Dregs are dregs and ashes are ash.

The ash can be used directly, and some ash should be produced after burning the slag.

These ancient people didn't know the goodness of oil, and such a good thing was actually disliked. Bai Fu gave Guo Liulang a look of what do you know.

"Petroleum is full of treasures, so there is no residue." After a pause, he smiled when he thought of something, "But it will probably be a long time before you all figure it out."

Guo Liulang pursed his lips, sat down at the table and picked up the information to read, then forced himself to look away from Bai Fu's hideous calligraphy.

"Say it as if you figured it out. Tell me, what is the purpose of this thing?"

"Naturally, being a scholar is the favorite thing."

"Is it really making ink ingots?" Guo Liulang suddenly said, "You also know how to do this?"

"I don't know, take it home and find an ink ingot shop to try, if it doesn't work, you can find a way to make ink for your own use."

As Bai Fu said, he asked everyone to seal the jars and put them in the yard, and he followed them out.

In fact, Bai Fu was also on a whim. He stayed up late these days to write materials and found that grinding ink is also a physical effort, so he wondered if he could use oil to make ink, and use it directly to save grinding.

She is not a literati, so she really can't appreciate the fun of grinding ink.

In addition, there are quite a lot of scholars in the family, so it is good to make it for their use.

After the servants put down the jars and left, Bai Fu looked at the dozen or so jars in his yard with satisfaction, and smiled with satisfaction.

This Anzhou is really a blessed place, there are many good things, such as anthracite and oil.

This time, she got cheap anthracite coal for honeycomb coal, and got [-]% of the coke dividend through technology sharing. Now she can collect some petroleum residue to make ink, which is really profitable.

Seeing that Bai Fu went to admire the messy things she found during this time, Guo Liulang didn't think it was strange, he just resigned to his fate and walked to the desk, and began to copy the materials written by Bai Fu——
"Ore is smelted to make pig iron, and smelted to make wrought iron is not the steel needed for weapons."

"Steel is also iron with impurities. The impurities are between raw and cooked, so if you want to mix raw and cooked, the amount of impurities is easy to control."

"Wrought iron bars are bent and rolled, and pig iron blocks are embedded in them. The clay furnace is sealed and fired. After being smelted, it is forged to become steel."

What are you talking about?
Guo Liulang frowned, and didn't transcribe immediately, but thought about the meaning for a while, and then combined with Bai Fu's oral explanation to him, reorganized it with the most accurate language before writing.

Chang Ming was grinding and serving at the side, and he also poked his head to look.

Although he was not very literate, he could tell that what Mr. Bai wrote was different from what Mr. Bai wrote.

"Did the young master copy it wrong?" He asked tentatively,

A soft hum came out of Guo Liulang's nasal cavity.

"Don't look at Mr. Bai, who looks refined and knowledgeable, but his writing and writing." He couldn't help but click his tongue a few times, "It's just nonsense, not as good as your son and me!"

Chang Ming subconsciously glanced at the manuscript, thinking that it might not be the same, but he didn't dare, so he swallowed the words and nodded sincerely.

"Young master is right." He said with a smile.

Guo Liulang smiled smugly, without saying a word, the posture of holding the pen and writing was unconsciously handsome, quite like a Confucianist.

Chang Ming applauded his young master twitchingly, and flattered him a little. After a while, today's information was completed.

After working outside, Bai Fu entered the house and saw that Guo Liulang not only finished copying the words, but also asked Chang Ming to hold the paper to dry at the window, so he gave him a thumbs up.

"Ruzi can be taught!"

Guo Liulang: "."

Changming: "."

What did you teach?How can a child be taught?

Bai Fu came out of the clean room after washing his hands. Seeing that Guo Liulang and the two were still in their original postures, he thought they were waiting for the ink to dry, so he sat down to drink tea by himself.

"I'll go to the iron kiln tomorrow by myself, so you two don't show up."

"Why?" Guo Liulang asked puzzled.

Since He Er came back that day and said that they, as coal merchants, also need to know a little about ironmaking, he asked Bai Fu for advice from time to time, and also learned some things inside the iron forging kiln.

But after all, I just heard about it, seeing it with my own eyes is better than seeing it with my own eyes, so I kept thinking about going to see it with Bai Fu next time.

"The steward Wang sent someone to spread the word, saying that the regent's people are here recently, and it seems that they are making some new weapons. It is not convenient for idlers to enter, so it is best for me to go in alone."

Bai Fu said calmly while drinking tea.

Guo Liulang immediately poohed when he heard this.

"The man surnamed Wang is just a villain who loves to study. At the beginning, he pursued responsibility and wanted to punish the He family's crimes indiscriminately. Now he sees that you are useful, so he uses it. He doesn't want people to know that it's your credit. He wants all the benefits. exclusive."

he said angrily.

In the documents submitted earlier to solve the problem of brittle weapons, Steward Wang didn't mention a single word about the contribution of the He family, and boasted that it was the result of the hard work of him and his subordinates.

This is understandable, and the He family did not dare to invite this credit.

Guo Liulang heard Lord Tie say that Guanshi Wang was rewarded for this incident and was promoted to a higher level, but Guanshi Wang never mentioned this to them at all, and he didn't even say soft words about the beating of the He family and his party.

That's how things went away.

Whenever he thinks about this, Guo Liulang feels his heart is blocked, and he feels very uncomfortable.

Bai Fu didn't bother to pay attention to him.

She didn't know how many times she heard similar words these days.

"Why are you so excited? It's not very good. I don't want to say any more about this credit. Don't you also take my credit. What did I say about you?"

She said in a nonchalant tone.

Guo Liulang choked.

"How can it be the same?" He retorted hastily.

Although Guo Liulang said that he took the credit for Bai Fu, it was Bai Fu's initiative and it was reasonable, but Wang Guanshi took the credit without asking, and clearly took the credit.

Knowing what he was thinking, Bai Fu patted his shoulder nonchalantly.

"Don't ask about the process, just look at the result. I didn't want the credit for the wind, but he took it away on his own initiative, saving me a lot of trouble. Isn't it excellent?"

What Bai Fu said was the truth, no matter whether it was coke making iron or the new method of frying iron, she didn't intend to claim credit.

Can't take credit either.

It seems that she has lost money, but in fact she has got what she wants.

The matter of coking iron smelting not only solved the crisis of the He family, but also facilitated the coking coal business. The three-part dividend is not a small amount.

The same is true for the method of frying iron. It seems that it is given to Wang Guanshi for free, but Wang Guanshi also promised to help promote the coking coal of the He family. Combined with the exclusive distribution rights given by the regent, the coke business will grab a wave of dividends sooner or later.

Bai Fu also considered one point.

Now the Prince Regent is the backer of the He family, and indirectly her Bai Fu's backer. If she can make better and more weapons by using her method of frying steel, wouldn't the backing be more stable?
Only when the backing is stable can the country live in peace and the people live in peace.

In this way, she can live comfortably as a small citizen.

As for the different opinions of the outside world on the Prince Regent
Well, she's just a commoner, so she can't worry about that.

Whoever allows her to live a stable life is a good person.

Morality, bloodline, etc., have no meaning to her.

Guo Liulang: "."

Seeing that his young master was choked again, Chang Ming withdrew his gaze and stretched the paper out of the window, pretending he didn't see anything.

It is estimated that the son himself did not notice.

He went from being resentful towards Bai Fu to thinking of her now, but in just over a month, the change has been so great that it is not surprising.

I don't know if the young master still remembers that this person made him unable to stay in Guojia Village, and ran back to Anzhou in disgrace. Thinking about it this way, a long-forgotten thing popped up in his mind.

"Son!"

Changming suddenly exclaimed, the sound was so loud that Guo Liulang was so frightened that the hand holding the tea trembled.

"Shout what!"

Guo Liulang glanced at the tea-splashed robe with a displeased expression.

"The dear master told you, not to mention that the girl was going to Raozhou a few years ago, are we planning to go back?"

Guo Liulang: "."

I really forgot that there was such a stubble.

I don't know why the father who had ignored him for many years was moved to tell him about his relationship, and made a fuss everywhere, scaring him and running back to Anzhou.

But before leaving, his father gave him a death order, and he had to go back to Raozhou for the New Year this year, so he was allowed to leave only after he said something.

Seeing Guo Liulang and Chang Ming's eyes staring at each other, Bai Fu was a little curious.

"How old are you?" she asked.

Guo Liulang squeezed the cup in his hand uncomfortably, and nodded.

(End of this chapter)