Chapter 68: Plagiarism is easy, invention is difficult
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"I have seen a lot of smart people in my life. All the big stalls in the prison are clever and ingenious, but no one can compare with Erlang! This four-wheeled carriage is really wonderful. I can do it in my life."
To make this car, I would be willing to die... Please forgive me for being stupid, but there is one thing that I really can't make..."
The old man looked very guilty, as if Fang Jun entrusted him with the manufacture of this four-wheeled carriage. It was an extremely glorious thing, and it could leave a name in history... Well, this is really possible.
Wang Erxiao pointed to the axle and said with regret: "The little old man studied Erlang's drawings very carefully, and I have to say that they are really fantastic! But this shock absorbing device is really...
Can’t do it…”
Fang Jun went over to take a look and understood.
When he first drew the drawings, he realized that with the current level of smelting, it was absolutely impossible to make a spring as a shock absorber, so he settled for the next best thing and replaced it with a bow piece, which is a set of steel with excellent elasticity.
The pieces are bundled together and placed on the load-bearing parts of the carriage and axle, replacing the role of the spring.
Unexpectedly, even steel sheets with excellent elasticity cannot be made in this era...
Fang Jun was depressed. How could he still ride on a car without shock absorbers? Even if it had four wheels, it wouldn't be much better than two wheels.
Damn it, do we still need to improve the level of steelmaking?
But my buddy majored in agriculture. Although he can barely be considered a science student, iron and steelmaking are really not my cup of tea...
I have heard of steel frying, steel pouring, steel refining, etc., but who really knows what is going on?
He only knows one thing: the reason why steelmaking in ancient times was not good was largely because the furnace temperature was not enough to completely melt the molten iron and carburize it.
I can't help but think of a small blast furnace left over from the country's large-scale steelmaking in the past...
Steelmaking seems...probably...maybe...the carbon content is somewhere between pig iron and wrought iron, right?
After circling the carriage and horses several times, Fang Jun returned to the farm in a depressed mood.
After entering the study room, I kicked all the maids away, and stayed alone in the room. I picked up a "pencil" that I had ground out of graphite a few days ago, and started writing and drawing on rice paper.
After a while, there was a knock on the door outside, and Lu Cheng walked in, accompanied by Fang Quan, the steward of the farm.
Both of their faces looked a little strange.
Fang Junqi asked: "Is something wrong?"
Fang Quan looked at Lu Cheng and coughed.
Lu Cheng lowered his head and counted the ants without saying a word.
Fang Quan had no choice but to say: "Um... Erlang, what..."
Fang Jun frowned: "Uncle Quan, if you have anything to say, just say it."
This shout of "Uncle Quan" made Fang Quan's eyes heat up. Whose servant would receive such courtesy?
A scholar will die for his bosom friend, even if he is scolded or beaten, he will not hesitate to do so!
Fang Quan said with a serious look on his face: "Call Meng Erlang uncle, and I have to say what is in my heart. When Erlang is young, it is the time when he is studying and learning. He should concentrate on his studies, and must not indulge in playing and playing with things...
"
When he said this, he actually had a drum in his heart.
In the entire city of Chang'an, who doesn't know Erlang of the Fang family's fiery temper? He might get beaten and scolded, and his old face will be completely lost. But as a steward, he is also a rare old man among the servants of the Fang family.
Qualifications, if you just watch Erlang go astray, that is absolutely unacceptable.
Having the courage to speak out, I glanced at Lu Cheng, who was looking down and silent next to me like a little sheep. I couldn't help cursing in my heart: You bastard, we agreed to silence Erlang together, but you tricked me here and you didn't even say a word.
It would be so wicked not to say anything!
Fang Jun looked confused: "Uncle Quan, what do you mean?"
Fang Quan sighed and said: "Erlang, it's not the master's turn to talk about the family's affairs, but I really can't help it. The family's finances have always been tight. Since the beginning of winter, snowstorms have been raging. The master has donated money and food many times, and he can no longer make ends meet.
…”
Fang Jun was stunned.
What? The family of Fang Xuanling, who was once the prime minister and minister, could not make ends meet?
Are you kidding? No one is investigating the unknown source of your huge assets. Why are you pretending to be so cool?
Little did he know that the Fang family was indeed in dire straits at the moment.
The reason is very simple, there is no way to make money...
Fang Xuanling has a clean and honest personality. She has nothing to do with the official business of getting money and getting paid. She has no gray income at all. She honestly takes the salary issued by His Majesty Li Er. Although Lu is the legitimate daughter of a wealthy family, she has been married for many years.
, most of the dowry back then was exchanged for money, and he followed Fang Xuanling all the way from Shandong to Chang'an; Fang Yizhi was a nerd and knew nothing about business; and what about the original Fang Yiai? Haha, that guy is even more of a stick...
…
Integrity, no knowledge of business, poor harvest, donation for disaster relief...
With all this going on, it’s normal to have a big hole in your account.
And Fang Jun sent Fang Dahai to buy tea trees all over the world, make some hot pot, and play with four-wheeled carriages...
That's why Fang Quan couldn't help but give some advice. If he didn't give it some advice, Erlang would become a prodigal...
Fang Jun was depressed.
Didn't we agree to be a second-generation official who is just waiting to die? The family has no money, how can one quietly be a handsome man...
This is the first time in my two lives that I have to worry about money.
How to do it?
Of course you have to make money...
After Fang Quan and Lu Cheng were sent away, Fang Jun sat alone in the study, so worried that his hair was almost pulled out.
He has never done business before, so he doesn’t quite understand how it works, and the business model he knows cannot be integrated with this era. Opening a restaurant? Nightclub? Running a taxi? Not even...
You can't use your father's name to sell him as an official, right? Not to mention whether Fang Xuanling, who has always been upright and honest, will clean him out of the family, the wise and powerful Emperor Li Er can kill him in minutes.
Shoot to death...
How could His Majesty Li Er, who claims to be the most sage emperor in history, tolerate this in his eyes?
After thinking about it, I can only rely on my own "golden finger" that is beyond the times to make a fortune.
But it is not that easy to find a plan to make money that is suitable for this era.
I have a lot of poems and stuff in my head, do you want to sell them?
"Shui Tiao Ge Tou" has ten songs, "Jianjinjiu" has eight songs, "Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia" has nine songs, and "Yu Meiren" has eight songs. If you pack them together, you will receive fifteen songs, and a bonus song of "Yong Yu Le" will be included.
·Nostalgia for the past in Beiguting, Jingkou"...
What a waste.
The more important issue is that once these peerless poems are circulated, His Majesty Li Er will take a look and say: Xiaoyou, it turns out that Fang Er is still a great talent. I am disrespectful and disrespectful. I will decide on this son-in-law...
Wouldn't it mean that all his hard work in "self-defilation" would be in vain, and in the end he would have to marry Princess Gaoyang, a great woman beyond her time?
This road is definitely not possible!
If you can't think from the left or think right, then you can only make some inventions.
When it comes to inventions made by time-travelers, the simplest, most popular, and least technical one is naturally distilled liquor. If you give the people of the Tang Dynasty 50-60% liquor to drink, and they are all drunk, how much do you want to pay?
However, the problem came again.
It is now the middle period of Zhenguan. Although the society was stable during the Qing and Ming dynasties, the impact of the war in the late Sui Dynasty has not been completely eliminated. The population has dropped sharply, the land is barren, and the grain output is extremely low. Otherwise, there would be no need to allocate Jiangnan grain to relieve the snow disaster in Guanzhong.
Condition.
Liquor is made of grain, and distilled liquor requires a large amount of liquor. Not to mention whether you have so much money to buy grain, but if His Majesty Li Er knew that grain was wasted to make wine, would he be stunned?
If distilled liquor is not available, then there are only two other essential weapons for time travel: soap and glass.
It seems that soap can be made from lard? But some caustic soda should be added, but where does caustic soda come from?
Glass seems to be easier. Just add quartz, limestone, soda ash, and burn it.
But what about the specific ratio?
Fang Jun looked at the sky in silence. It was easy to plagiarize but too difficult to invent...