Wu Mei looked at the memorial casually, but what she was thinking about was Changsun Wuji.

The emperor had made up his mind and was waiting for the opportunity to take action.

But this is Changsun Wuji after all!

Will the people he represents rebound after the action?

Will it be...

Zhou Shanxiang stood beside the iron stove and watched Jia Ping'an make a fire.

Light the firewood, burn vigorously and put the coals down...

Can this burn?

Zhou Shanxiang leaned forward.

"Mr. Wuyang, can this ignite?"

She raised her eyes and asked.

"Naturally ignites."

Jia Ping'an glanced at her.

When the lid was covered, the sound of flames in the stove was ripped out in a flash.

At this time, you have to poke the iron rod a few times so that the firewood will not be empty and the coal will collapse later.

A few minutes later, Jia Ping'an opened the lid and the fire had already risen. He could smell a pungent smell, which was very light, and most of them were attracted by the cigarette pipe.

"It's done!"

Zhou Shanxiang was very happy, "Can there be poisonous smoke?"

She sniffed.

"The poisonous smoke was taken away by the cigarette pipe."

Jia Ping'an put the copper pot on it and squeaked.

this……

Mr. Wuyang was able to make such a good thing, so wouldn’t he be able to keep warm indoors from now on?

Zhou Shanxiang said happily: "In the past, I used to burn charcoal fires indoors, and it was said that it was smokeless, but I felt uncomfortable and felt even more dizzy when I woke up in the morning. This smokeless and smellless, so warm... Wuyang Gong, you have solved our big problem."

hehe!

Close the door and burn charcoal is a way to die. No matter how you look at it, the stove is more powerful.

Wu Mei exclaimed, and saw them squatting in front of the stove and muttering, and asked, "What is this?"

Sister, are you already in menopause?

"Queen, this thing can burn coal, smokeless and smellless, so warm!"

Wu Mei stood up, "Can she be smokeless and tasteless? Seven people were poisoned to death in the palace a few days ago because of burning charcoal. You..."

Squeak squeak!

The copper pot is calling.

Jia Ping'an lifted the copper pot, and the fire in the furnace was burning. The flames shone brightly, making Jia Ping'an's face slightly red.

"Sister, the carbonite is burning in the furnace, and the poisonous smoke is taken out by the tobacco pipe. The indoor room is as warm as spring, and it is even more capable of boiling water and cooking."

Wu Mei looked carefully and added a few pieces of coal with her own hands. Seeing the coal burning, she was quite excited, "If all the people in Chang'an City could burn this stove, how much could they save?"

More than stop!

If you continue to cut down, there will be no green around Chang'an.

"Sister, there are many people who burn charcoal in Chang'an City, but more of them burn firewood. People only dare to burn charcoal in the kitchen stove. If there is this stove, sister..."

Jia Ping'an sniffed, "When I was in Huazhou, I was so cold every winter. My fingers and toes were swollen, itchy and painful. I wish I could not come out every day when I was huddled in the quilt, but I was still shivering from the cold in the quilt."

The people of this era have basically zero concepts about heating.

The powerful can burn charcoal to keep warm, but where can the people afford charcoal?

So communication basically relies on roaring and heating basically relies on shaking. I remember there was a lazy man in the village at that time. He was so cold in winter that he went out wrapped in a quilt. From a distance, he looked like a ball rolling.

"The people cannot burn charcoal at home. If there were such an iron stove at that time and charcoal was not expensive, then winter would be the most enjoyable moment."

Later generations of families chatting around the iron stove is a warm memory for many children throughout their lives.

Wu Mei thought, "The people are indeed suffering. The same is true when I was in Ganye Temple."

My brother was able to make such a good thing. If the iron price was not expensive, I would probably be able to have one in the people's family. But there is no need to worry. Last time, Ping'an said that there were large iron ore on both sides of Yalushui. As long as it was mined and smelted into iron blocks and sent to Chang'an, the iron price would naturally fall.

She looked at Jia Ping'an with gentle eyes.

My brother made an iron stove and was the first to deliver it to me. My heart was full of heart... My sister couldn't remember me in the palace if she had any good things. She just wanted to cling to the emperor. Sure enough, my brother treated me real and his family was fake to me.

She suddenly smiled, "Peace, you are so good at poetry, may you write a poem?"

Well!

I've been boasting about my timid pen.

Jia Ping'an was scraping his stomach and suddenly thought of an article.

"The charcoal seller, cut firewood and burn charcoal in the south mountain, his face was covered in dust and fireworks, his temples were gray and his fingers were black..."

The image of a charcoal seller appeared and appeared vividly.

Mr. Wuyang is indeed a great talent!

Zhou Shanxiang looked at Master Jia, and her face turned red.

"... The day when the cattle trapped people was getting hungry, they were resting in the mud outside the south gate of the city. They held the document and called the imperial edict, and turned the cart to call the ox to lead it to the north. A cart of charcoal was more than a thousand kilograms, and the palace envoys were not willing to be able to drive them. Half a piece of red gauze and one zhang silk was tied to the cow's head to fill the charcoal with charcoal."

this……

Isn't this accusation of the eunuch?

Zhou Shanxiang couldn't help but be stunned.

"Ping'an is talking about those arrogant eunuchs?"

There was a cold look between Wu Mei's eyebrows, "You can often see such people in the palace, relying on their power to be arrogant. I will let Jiang Han clean up this way."

Isn’t this an unintentional disaster?

Jia Ping'an felt that he had committed a great sin, but then he thought about it and felt that this matter was actually a merit. Many eunuchs in the palace were powerful and blessed. I took this to clean up. What is this not merit?

Lao Shao was not here for some reason, and Zhou Shanxiang sent Jia Ping'an out later.

"Donald Wuyang, there are such eunuchs in the palace. They were not easy to move them in the past, but today Wuyang Gong moved the queen with a poem."

Zhou Shanxiang glanced at him and couldn't help but praise him secretly when he saw his calmness.

"People say that advice should be wise, and Duke Wuyang is an extremely wise method of advice..."

I just said casually, you actually raised it infinitely, Jia Ping'an smiled slightly.

Zhou Shanxiang sent Jia Ping'an out before she came back, and the emperor came.

"What is this?"

Li Zhi saw the iron stove, no, he heard the sound of the copper pot.

Wu Mei smiled and said, "This is the stove that Ping An made. Your Majesty, let's take a look."

After checking, Li Zhi couldn't help but praise: "It's really a good thing to be able to keep warm and boil water to cook."

You have to reward good things. Do you want to use them if you don’t give them empty mouths and white teeth?

Li Zhi was a little moved, wondering if he was making an iron stove over there.

But Jia Ping'an knows how to build it now, how to do it?

"Mei Niang."

This is what it means to understand. Li Zhi thinks that Wu Mei should know her own feelings.

Wu Mei was indifferent and was reading the memorial.

Shy!

Li Zhi left with his sleeves.

But I was quite expectant in my heart, so I made a reference to it and made an iron stove.

"Ahem!!"

The iron stove was ready, and a little fire was everywhere, and the room was filled with smoke. Wang Zhongliang slipped out and said in tears: "Your Majesty, you can't stay, you can't stay!"

"Forget it, the weather is getting warmer, let's talk about it when the end of the year." Li Zhi lost the team and refused to bow to Wu Mei.

Even the smell of coal smoke outside was very strong, and Li Zhi couldn't bear it anymore. He coughed a few times and ordered the iron stove to be removed.

He stood outside thinking about something.
To be continued...