That night, Wang Xifeng took Ping'er, Feng'er, and others from the Wang family back to the yard of Jia Mu's residence.

Ping'er got a free time and reported to Fengjie: "Grandma, Brother Huan sent Qingwen and said: He wanted to build a stove in front of his house."

In late February, the temperature only warmed up slightly. The charcoal stove was burning in the house, warm.

Wang Xifeng changed her clothes and sat on the kang drinking tea. Danfeng's eyes flashed and she said curiously: "What is he doing with the stove?"

Ping'er stood aside and held the tray and said, "I asked Qingwen. Qingwen said it was used to burn water. Brother Huan was sweating all over his body and took a bath every day."

Wang Xifeng couldn't help but giggle, "Exercise? I'm afraid I'm playing everywhere, right? Ping'er, why do you think he is so strange? I said that I'm very careful in studying recently and I'm almost comparing Brother Lan. Sister Zhu was anxious. He was still playing like a child. He followed Zhao Guoji out shopping every few days, and helped the maids bring rouge and water powder."

Ping'er smiled and said, "Grandma, he is a child."

Wang Xifeng shook her head, "You can't really think he is a child. You have heard the recent words in the mansion. Tsk tsk, people's hearts are full of flesh, and there is no love for no reason. How can this be a truth that children can understand?"

After thinking about it for a while, Feng Jie said, "Let him buy the stove by himself. Gongzhong will not pay him firewood. Baoyu doesn't have this treatment. Otherwise, if you open this head, you will follow the example, who can support it?"

Ping'er nodded.

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Jia Huan studied in the study for five days and one day off. This is a one-day holiday system that imitated the Zhou Dynasty officialdom. When Jia Baoyu sent his maid Qianxue to ask, Jia Huan had one day off on twenty-four.

But with Feng Jie's permission, he was busy building the stove and didn't have time to pay attention to Baoyu's visit, so he asked Ruyi to go back to Baoyu's residence: he would meet on February 30 to receive Baoyu, Daiyu and Sanchun's visit.

On the morning of the 24th, Jia Huan followed Zhao Guoji to his home to check the situation of the honeycomb coal drying.

Zhao Guoji was the son of the Jia family. He lived in the south street of Jia Mansion outside the Jia Mansion. He came out of the corner gate of the Jia Mansion and walked for more than twenty minutes. More than a dozen black honeycomb coals were placed under the eaves of the simple courtyard.

Jia Huan squatted down and pinched it with his hands, and said with satisfaction: "It's OK. Uncle, I'll leave a few briquettes for you to use."

Zhao Guoji hurriedly said, "Brother Huan, how can this make it cost you all the money."

Jia Huan didn't force himself and said, "You can see it yourself! If it's cheaper than the firewood used at home, use coal balls. I'll make it on a large scale."

While the two were talking, a father-son-like man came in at the door, with thick hands and feet, carrying a little bit of mud on his body. He was about teenager and carried a heavy package with flexible eyes.

"Old Hutou is here." Zhao Guoji stepped forward and said hello, introducing to Jia Huan: "Brother Huan, Lao Hutou and his son are the best masons in the mansion. They are good at building houses and stoves."

The old Hu and his son came forward to pay homage to Jia Huan, bowed and said, "Please pay tribute to the third master!"

Jia Huan smiled casually and told Lao Hu and his son about the requirements for the small stove he wanted. It was not much different from the small stove on the market. Jia Huan's requirements were mainly to facilitate boiling water. Lao Hu and his son quickly understood the style.

Jia Huan paid a deposit of 200 yuan. He made an appointment to deliver the goods outside Jiaomen Gate in three days.

On the afternoon of the 27th, Jia Huan got off from the study room, accompanied by Zhao Guoji outside the corner, and paid the remaining money to Lao Hu and his son, carrying a heavy stove to return to his residence. Fortunately, Jia Huan had been exercising for the past two months and had strength on his arms. Otherwise, he would not be able to get back to his residence.

As spring begins, the daytime gradually grows longer. At around 5 pm, the sunset falls in the sky. The locust trees in the open space in front of Jiahuan Gate sprout new buds, and are dyed with gorgeous colors in the sunset.

Aunt Zhao had already heard from Jia Huan and was waiting to drink tea in the living room with a teacup. Xiaoque and Xiao Jixiang were both beside her. She looked at Jia Huan curiously.

Qingwen took the honeycomb coals and went back to draw the fire in the kitchen. Jia Huan used to tongs to lay the honeycomb coals in the stove piece by piece, and then told Qingwen, Xiaoque, Ruyi and Xiao Jixiang how to use them.

When using it, open the air inlet at the bottom of the furnace, and then use a tong to adjust the holes of the honeycomb coal to make it penetrate up and down; when not in use, stagger the holes of the upper and lower honeycomb coal, and leave a short space for the air inlet.

Seeing the red flames rising, the girls cheered. Seven or eight little maids were watching the fun. They all heard the letter and came to Jia Huan's residence to watch the fun. It was very lively for a while.

Aunt Zhao covered her mouth and nose and said, "Brother Huan, why does this stove smell so hot?" She scolded Jia Huan some time ago for treating Tanchun, but it was already gone. Jia Huan didn't get so idle with her.

"The smell of carbon monoxide! It's like this when burning coal. I'm still a modified version." Jia Huan said discontently.

Aunt Zhao looked confused when she heard this. What is carbon monoxide? But then she was happy: Brother Huan knows so much, she deserves to be my son!

After dinner, enough hot water was burned on the stove. Jia Huan sat comfortably in the large wooden bucket to take a bath, put his hands on the edge of the wooden bucket, and squinted his eyes comfortably. This was the most comfortable time he had ever washed in the Red Mansion World.

Before, neither Ruyi nor Qingwen had so much hot water.

Putting the stove up, his first benefit was considered: taking a hot bath. More importantly, this was a small step for his successful change.

Well, this is just the beginning!

His physics and chemistry only has the basic knowledge of junior high school books, and most of them have been given to his teachers. He cannons, glass, cement, and steel are not allowed, but it is not difficult to tinker with some gadgets to improve the quality of life and make some money by the way.

For a moment, Jia Huan's thoughts flew away.

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After taking a shower, Jia Huan changed his clothes, read books at the desk, and rested. After Ruyi and Qingwen cleaned up the scene in the bedroom, they played Goji on the table, chatting and laughing. The needlework and sewing work were thrown aside.

"Oh, I lost again." Ruyi patted her forehead in annoyance, pouted and lost 1 yuan to Qingwen, and turned her head and said, "Third Master, come and have a sister Qingwen."

"I'm afraid Qingwen will be so crying." Jia Huan smiled and put down the book and said.

Qingwen proudly raised her beautiful little face and said, "Who is crying! Third Master, it's not certain who loses and who wins."

Jia Huan laughed, sat on the soft pier, playing chess with Qingwen. He happened to want to relax his mind.

Gokoji was taught to Ruyi and Qingwen. But Ruyi is a little confused, with more losses and less wins. Qingwen not only has excellent needlework, but also has a quick turn of her head. He really may not be able to win Qingwen.

Playing chess casually, Jia Huan lost two games in a row, losing to Qingwen and two Kang Shun Tongbao. Qingwen clapped and giggled.

After taking a sip of tea, Qingwen put the tea bowl on the high table. Seeing that Jia Huan's casual hair was a little scattered, thinking about his life here without restraint, she smiled and said, "Third Master, I will comb your hair in the future, I will comb it well."

"Okay!" Jia Huan had no problem wearing clothes, but it was really difficult for him to comb his hair with long hair. A black piece fell on the chessboard and smiled and said, "Qingwen, you lost."

Qingwen looked down at the chessboard. Five black pieces were connected diagonally, and she was stunned, "Ah..."

"Hehe!" Ruyi, who was watching the chess, smiled so hard that she rubbed her stomach. Sister Qingwen just said that she wanted to comb her hair, but immediately "killed" the third master to lose a game.

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The lunar calendar is based on the changes of the moon, with 29 and 30 months in February. The lunar calendar in the Chinese calendar is only 28 and 29. The lunar calendar was used in the Zhou Dynasty.

On the afternoon of February 30, the eighth year of Yongzhi, Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu, Jia Yingchun, Jia Tanchun and Jia Xichun went to Jia Huan's residence to talk and chat together as agreed.

The young men and ladies arrived with maids and maids, and immediately filled Jia Huan's residence. Jia Huan invited Bao, Dai, and Sanchun to talk to the bedroom. Xiren, Zijuan, Si Qi, Shishu, Zihua and others were all left in the living room.

Ruyi and Qingwen carried the teapot and served hot tea, and then went out to serve tea to the maids and the women.

The small stove at the door of Jia Huan's house aroused everyone's interest. Jia Baoyu said to Jia Huan: "Third brother, your stove is very good, I want two."

Before Jia Huan agreed, Jia Baoyu said to Lin Daiyu again: "My sister Lin, how about we make one in the house? Green ant fresh wine and red mud stove. When it snows, drinking tea and enjoying the snow is also an elegant thing."

Lin Daiyu smiled angrily and said, "It's the end of February now, early spring, where will there be snow in the days ahead? You're still a person who reads!"

When Jia Baoyu heard this, he touched his head awkwardly, "Sister is talking about it. Third brother, let's forget about this stove."

Jia Yingchun, Jia Tanchun and Jia Xichun all chuckled lightly. The smile of a ladylike family member was not too evident, but elegant and implicit.

Jia Huan thought to himself: "Brother Bao, you are too acquainted, right? When will I promise to send you the stove?" Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu are now the top spots in Jia Mu. How dare the people in the kitchen be negligent? Twenty-four-hour service is certain. What should I do for a small stove? However, Sanchun's treatment is slightly worse.

Of course, no matter how bad the Sanchun's treatment is, he is still half better than Jia Huan.

While drinking tea, Jia Baoyu led the topic and talked loudly.

Jia Huan listened with a smile. Baoyu, who was 8 years old, had a childish view. But he didn't interrupt. He knew that Baoyu and others were looking at him "Qiqi" and probably wanted to know why he changed so much?

Baoyu commented on the scenery in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty and asked intimately: "Third brother, what books do you usually read? I admire the poem you wrote on New Year's Eve."

Jia Baoyu has always ignored Jia Huan. He believed that humans were born to be the spirit of all things, and that the exquisite mountains, rivers, sun and moon were only for his daughter, and that men were just scum and turbid foam.

However, Jia Huan's good poem asked him to think that Jia Huan was a scum. Poems were originally a display of personal talent and interest. Poems expressed their aspirations. Therefore, he thought that Jia Huan should be a romantic figure like him.

However, Jia Huan was not interested in getting close to Jia Baoyu. Xiao Jia Huan made Baoyu three points because of Jia Mu. From the perspective of modern people, Jia Baoyu is just a fool, and the gold and jade are invincible in the outside world: if you say it, you will be invincible in the world, and if you do it, you will be powerless.

Think about it, with the resources he possesses in the Jia Mansion, if he is more successful, not to mention avoiding the tragedy of the entire Jia Mansion, his personal love tragedy can definitely be avoided. Why can Lin Daiyu lose her fragrance?

Moreover, he is extremely unbearable for a man. Even Jin Chuan'er and Qingwen can't protect him. For example, if Qingwen has the courage to hold a knife in front of Qingwen's bed, how many maids will the old lady dare to chase Qingwen?

Because Mrs. Wang said that Qingwen was certainly going to be kicked out of the Grand View Garden. But if Qingwen waits for a few days to recover from her illness or gets milder before going out, why would she die prematurely?

Jia Baoyu is a typical example of only caring about love, flirting with girls, not being responsible for the consequences, having a short head in advance, only caring about his own wealth and life. This kind of man is a model of scumbag. He has a ten thousand words to talk and is irresponsible when dealing with things at the right time.

Whoever has a woman who gets into him will be unlucky?

I thought so, but Jia Huan did not intend to show his disdain for Baoyu. He said modestly: "Second brother, I usually read it casually. Poetry is the Tao. The meaning of the scriptures is the Tao. As the saying goes: When I value articles today, why should I talk about the Han and Tang dynasties?"

Jia Baoyu's face changed suddenly. He stood up unhappily and said, "I don't know what kind of corruption it is like in private. What kind of path is the best for the Confucians? I will not be a priest for officials in the future and have an economic career. I am ashamed to be with these people. Brother Huan, I misread you. Sisters, let's go!"
Chapter completed!