Chapter 315 315 Ask

Ming Huyan smiled faintly.

"The people around you suddenly make money, and most people will be jealous. But when you leave that class, these people will no longer be jealous after getting used to it, they will only envy and even please you."

Zhao Yuanle: "It's useless to please me, I won't eat that set."

Ming Chongyan: "Actually, what I want to say more is that if you let your family jump to another class, you will encounter more jealous things than jealous. I hope you can deal with them."

Zhao Yuanle is quite confident about this.

"Don't worry."

Ming Chengyan smiled and said nothing.

The air became quiet. Seeing that he did not speak, and seemed to have something to say, Zhao Yuanle also became silent and looked at him.

Zhao Yuanle: "You won't just talk to me about these things."

Ming Huyan nodded.

"I'm busy asking you to help you."

Zhao Yuanle was a little surprised.

"help?"

Ming Chong said: "The coal mines in the mountains have been in trouble before they have been officially mined."

Zhao Yuanle: "What's the trouble?"

Ming Chong said: "A big stone was stuck between the cracks on the mountain walls and blocked a very important road.

This path can only be barely passed by one adult, so there is no way to concentrate the efforts of many people to drag this stone out.

The only way is to get to the top of the stone wall, dig a hole in the stone, tie a rope, and raise the stone from above."

Zhao Yuanle thought of the meaning of Ming Feng's words.

Ming Chongyan also said it directly.

"I heard, you are very strong."

Zhao Yuanle: "Well, my father is actually very strong."

Ming Chong said: "The position above is small, and it just takes one person to stabilize the pulley and pull alone."

Zhao Yuanle: “…”

Ming Chong said: "Due to the terrain, there is only one person who can exert his strength from the flat ground or above. The strength of ordinary people cannot shake that stone at all."

Zhao Yuanle was a little confused.

"Then why not make the stone walls on both sides wider? This way, can you just get out the stone stuck there?"

Ming Huyan shook his head lightly.

“This method has been tried long ago and is useless.

Those stone walls are too hard and a worker can't chisel off the size of a palm all day long. They can only be said to be chiseled, but they can only be said to be grinding little by little.

That road is not short. If it is really chiseled, maybe the railway will not be chiseled."

Zhao Yuanle's focus was not on how to take out this stone. What she cared about was why this stone wall was so hard.

"What does that stone wall look like?"

Ming Chongyan recalled it.

"Black, also dark brown, spotty."

Perhaps knowing what Zhao Yuanle guessed, Ming Chongyan said again: "This is not basalt. There are no bubbles in this stone, there are no holes, and it is very dense."

What Zhao Yuanle was about to say was stuck in his throat, and he could only say in surprise.

Ming Chongyan glanced at her and said, "But it should be of other uses so hard. When the road is opened, the craftsmen can use it to think about it, and maybe they will make something good."

Zhao Yuanle nodded and then talked about pulling stones.

"My father and I are both strong and can give it a try, but he is injured just right, so he has to ensure his safety. If he is on a high place, what if he accidentally falls down."

Ming Chongyan felt that Zhao Yuanle could dispel this concern.

"You can hang the rope at a higher point and wrap it around someone. Even if you or your father accidentally slips your feet, you don't have to worry about falling."

Listening to Ming Feng's words, Zhao Yuanle showed a big smile.

"Although it is appropriate to do things for noble people, I think noble people should be embarrassed to let ordinary people do idle work."

Ming Chong's words were paused.

Seeing Zhao Yuanle's expectant eyes, he narrowed his eyes and showed a thoughtful look.

“That’s right…”

Zhao Yuanle remembered the Yi family’s thank-you gift and couldn’t help but say, “Actually, you don’t need any good things, just give some money.”

Ming Ying said oh.

"Are you short of money?"

Didn’t you give gold before?

Raising pigs should be enough?

Zhao Yuanle sighed sadly.

"It's missing."

Ming Chongyan nodded: "What a coincidence, I am missing too."

Zhao Yuanle: “…”

Ming Chong said: "I am really short of money."

Zhao Yuanle's eyes were a little resentful.

"The prince is still short of money?"

Ming Chong said: "The president is short of money."

Zhao Yuanle thought for a while and sighed.

"Then forget it."

Ming Huyan's eyes flashed slightly and he smiled.

"Actually, you can try to contribute stories to new newspapers. You have your advantages, and the stories you can think of should be very strange.

Besides, you and Brother Chen also know you, so he should not be embarrassed to decide you.

I heard that in this newspaper, you can get ten silver dollars in one issue of the story.”

He thought Zhao Yuanle would be moved by this.

Zhao Yuanle slowly glanced at him, and his tone became even more resentful.

"I heard that it was one hundred silver dollars at the beginning."

Ming Huyan frowned.

"He's so prodigal?"

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but cover his chest.

"Yes, he is such a spendthrift, but a noble person is willing to ask for him only ten silver dollars, so he sets ten silver dollars."

Ming Chongyan understood, his eyebrows couldn't help but rise, and his voice was even more meaningful.

"Is that true? I don't know who this is. Although the story is not good, the character is very good."

Zhao Yuanle's expression changed and he stared at Ming Chongyan with dissatisfaction.

"The story is not good?"

Ming Chong said: "Just say that this subject is not good, what internal force and moves are there? When fighting, you have to wait for others to set the moves? You have to pronounce the name?

If this had been killed on the battlefield, there would be no more scum left.

What is described in this story is much different from reality. You can only enjoy it when you are bored. It is not worth spending time specifically on this.”

Zhao Yuanle's joke.

Seeing her like that, Ming Chengyan handed over the newspaper.

“You can browse by yourself.”

Zhao Yuanle took the newspaper, flipped into the page of the story, and read it one by one.

Her face became more and more exciting.

"What kind of person did he find to polish it?"

This story is still the same. It is this description and these details, why is it so... hard to describe in one word.

Zhao Yuanle thought for a long time and finally understood what it felt like.

The description and dialogue of this story are all filled with a strong wind of Japanese comics. In other words, the characters in this story, as well as their words and deeds, are described as exaggerated.

Ming Huyan lowered his eyes and looked at Zhao Yuanle for a moment, and tickled softly.

"I'm right, Jin Yong."

Zhao Yuanle looked calm and serious.

"Jin Yong? Who is Jin Yong?"

She looked at the newspaper again and was surprised: "It turns out that this story was written by Jin Yong. Oh, the story meme is quite good, but the writing style is just like the writing style."
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