Uncle Hong Lou Rong

Chapter 39
Jia Rong couldn't figure out what Sister Feng meant, and felt itchy.It's like playing some kind of puzzle game, and it's still a very eclectic one.

Put your hands gently on Wang Xifeng's shoulders, push, hold, press, pinch.

hmm~~
Um?Brother Rong thought he had misheard, and while pressing it, he looked carefully at Sister Feng's face.

Every time she exerted force, Sister Feng's head would slightly lift up, and at the same time, she would make a small humming sound.This kind of sound reached the ears, making Jia Rong's blood boil all over his body, and his mouth was dry.

A series of weak humming sounds repeatedly stimulated Jia Rong's fragile nerves.

Brother Rong's breathing also became rapid, and suddenly he felt his hand touch the skin on Sister Feng's neck.It was the button on Sister Feng's collar that broke because Jia Rong was too hard.

Careless, I was really careless!

It must be that Sister Feng's voice even affected his own hands, so that his fingers were a little uncontrollable.He wanted to pull out his hand, but his fingers could feel free to reach his neck toward the collarbone.

close!

close!

Just when Brother Rong felt that his fingers were about to pass over Sister Feng's neck, Sister Feng's majestic voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Let's stop here for today."

Jia Rong suddenly pulled out her hand and hid it behind her back with a guilty conscience.

A drop of cold sweat fell on Brother Rong's cheek just between Sister Feng's eyebrows, and a crystal white lotus flower bloomed.

Sister Feng stood up gracefully, took out the silk handkerchief she carried with her and wiped off the lotus flower on her forehead, her expression seemed to be completely unaware of Brother Rong's rude behavior just now.

Looking back at the sweat on Jia Rong's face, he said dissatisfiedly, "It's useless, even if you give me a hammer, you can sweat all over your head. Wipe it off yourself."

After all, Sister Feng threw her silk handkerchief on Jia Rong's face, and said: "The handkerchief is washed for me. When I come over someday, I will smell your stench on it. I will not forgive you." you."

"I'll let the maid wash it up and send it to my good aunt later."

"The maids' hands don't matter, you wash them yourself." Sister Feng said solemnly, and then asked: "How about the portrait?"

amount……

Jia Rong was in cold sweat again, the sequelae of being frightened just now have not passed.I thought to myself that only human figures were drawn on the drawing board, and the arhat bed only left a frame with lines.Sister Feng wouldn't think that I was fooling her, she said: "Give Rong'er a few days, even if it's all night long, I can draw it for Aunt Feng."

Sister Feng gave him a cold look, and said: "Let's leave the time for your wife in the evening. When I am free someday, you can continue painting."

Sister Feng left, almost walking on foot.The lamps were only lit in the courtyard, and they wanted to keep Sister Feng and Lin Daiyu for dinner in Ningguo Mansion, but they were also rejected.

In the early morning of the next day, Brother Rong left the mansion with a few servants and headed for Zhuangzi outside the city.

The clinker from the first furnace of the cement kiln has been ground into powder, and it is time to verify the finished product today.

Jia Rong still felt an inexplicable excitement at the thought of being able to see familiar things in this world.It is often said that there are three joys in life: wedding night in the bridal chamber, time to win the title on the gold list, and meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

For Brother Rong, the appearance of cement is almost equivalent to the joy of meeting an old friend in a foreign country.

Maybe it's just another person who thinks these things are commonplace, but in Jia Rong's eyes, the cement is proof that the world he used to exist is real.Everything in that world, everything familiar, whether things or people, are real.

It's just hard to see anymore.

Now that cement has appeared, Jia Rong has another familiar thing in this world.This thing is different from sketching and painting, and it has never appeared in this world before, which means that future generations will not be able to avoid the name Jia Rong when writing the history of cement development in the future.

No matter how cement develops in the future, Jia Rong cannot be avoided if people create various types of cement.Unless there is something that can completely replace cement in the world after many years in the future.

On the way to Zhuangzi, Brother Rong kept urging the horse boy to hurry up, and hurry up.

"Where is the cement? Quickly show me." He couldn't wait to see what the world's first batch of cement looked like.He didn't wait for Zong Cheng and other craftsmen to greet him, and ignored Brother Qiang's greeting, just thinking about cement.

"Is it this?" Brother Rong rushed into the millstone workshop, only to see a pile of ashes on the ground.When you touch it with your hands, there is an obvious feeling of fine grains, which is not as delicate as the cement in the previous life.

He frowned slightly. The grinding technology in this world is not good enough. It may be difficult to make cement as delicate as in the previous life.

"Brother Rong, it's not there, it's a half-finished product that needs to be polished again." Brother Qiang came over and asked the craftsmen to bring out a wooden box.

Jia Yun said: "The milling process is huge. These days, Zongcheng and the others burned several furnaces, and then the powder that Brother Rong said was less than [-]% of the powder. The rest are half-finished products like the one in front of us, and they all need to be reworked." grind."

"Thank you for your hard work." Brother Rong gently patted the ash off his hands, and remembered that cement ash was harmful to human skin and respiratory tract, and regretted forgetting to mention it to them.Quickly asked: "Did you all wear masks and hand guards when you were finely grinding?"

"Brother Rong, don't worry, Zong Cheng and the others are experienced craftsmen, and they will naturally notice these things." Brother Yun replied.

Jia Rong frowned, because he saw several workers lower their heads.Sighed: "I was negligent about this matter. I forgot such an important thing and almost hurt you."

Speaking of which, Jia Rong bowed to everyone.

"Brother Rong, what are you doing?" Jia Qiang and Jia Yun rushed up to pull him.

A kind of craftsman and worker who dared to accept his gift fell to his knees immediately.

Although Jia Rong is not a good person, he goes to the KTV of the club every day, and the guy who knows all kinds of services is not a good guy.But he is not a bad person, not to mention how bad-hearted.Seeing the craftsmen kneeling on the ground, I felt extremely complicated.

It was his own negligence, and he knelt down just for this little favor?

Brother Rong quickly pulled up Zong Cheng who was the leader, and got everyone up again.He said with a complicated expression: "All craftsmen will pay an extra month's wages, and those who are injured will pay for medical expenses."

Zong Cheng quickly said: "We are all rough-skinned and thick-skinned savages. How can there be such precious things? If we touch this thing, our hands will feel a little burned. It's not a big deal."

"Do as I say." Looking at the smile on Zong Cheng's face, Jia Rong secretly thought that she is really a cute little duplicity, no, old cute.

"Thank you, Master Rong, for your kindness." Zong Cheng was about to kneel down again, but fortunately, Jia Rong quickly stopped him.I don't know where this ceremony came from. I think since ancient times, even in the royal palace, there has been no kneeling at all times.

What a bloodbath.

"In the future, don't perform such vain rituals in this Zhuangzi. I don't like it." Jia Rong waved his hand, and then said to Jia Qiang and Jia Yun, "Send someone to Shenjing in the future to bring some linen and silk yarn, and use linen to make hand guards." , a small mask made of silk yarn that can cover the mouth and nose. From now on, everyone who is close to the kiln will have to wear a mask and hand guards.”

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