The mist was boiling in the house, and Yang Fan took a refreshing hot bath.
The chill has subsided, but I am still a little excited.
The anger aroused by Changsun Wugou has not been vented yet, and this cannot be solved by taking a hot bath.
In this case, of course, he had to urgently vent his excitement and directly hugged Wu Meiniang who was rubbing her back.
"Oh, sir, be careful, the water will splash on Meiniang's clothes..." Wu Meiniang scolded her while struggling.
"That's just right. I have to change it after a while anyway, so it's better to take it off to save trouble." Yang Fan chuckled.
Three times five times two, the two of them were honest with each other.
"Mr. Lang..."
"Um?"
"I'm taking a shower, don't move..."
"Um!"
"Mr. Lang... why don't you go find your sister?"
"If you dare to dislike me, you should be punished..."
Huh!
Finally, Wu Meiniang fell softly on the bed and did not want to move.
The soul seemed to be thrown out of the sky, the mind was in a trance, and the soft body seemed to be hit by the waves.
After resting for a long time, Wu Meiniang finally regained her composure, lying on her broad chest and drawing circles.
Her beautiful eyes stared at Yang Fan affectionately and asked in confusion: "Why is Mr. Lang so excited today!"
Yang Fan smiled brightly, but of course he couldn't tell the reason.
If Wu Meiniang knew that she had endured the anger aroused by her eldest grandson Wugu, the family would really be upset.
Thinking of this, Yang Fan's face darkened and he said: "What this means is that the husband didn't feed Mei Niang before? It seems that the family law must be enforced again!"
"Mei Niang is full... How can Mei Niang mean this!" Wu Meiniang's face turned pale when she heard Yang Fan say this and she quickly explained.
I'm really afraid that if I punish her again, I won't have to sleep until tomorrow.
Of course, Yang Fan also knew that his delicate body could no longer bear it.
As the saying goes, too much is never enough, so I just looked at her with a half-smile.
After discovering that she was being teased by Yang Fan again, Wu Meiniang raised her little hand and slapped her chest while saying nonchalantly: "Mr. Lang is so bad!"
Yang Fan chuckled and squinted his eyes with a cheerful expression, which was almost too comfortable.
It is a man's highest dream to have a drunken beauty take charge of the world.
Although he has no ambition to rule the world at this time, having a beautiful woman is a good choice.
After a while, only slight breathing was heard in the room. It was obvious that Wu Meiniang was very tired just now.
But after venting his anger, Yang Fan didn't feel tired at all. Instead, he felt that the sticky bed had become colder.
Then I suddenly woke up. This was in the Tang Dynasty more than a thousand years ago. There was no air conditioning or anything like that. No wonder I felt a little chilly.
It's not good for Wu Meiniang to sleep like this, she could easily get cold.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and it seems that we have to find a way to make this cold winter enjoyable.
I remember reading a report in my previous life. Since records began, the Tang Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty were two small ice ages, so the winters were extremely long and very cold.
This is also the reason why although the Tang Dynasty was prosperous, it was plagued by disasters.
It is not practical to install an air conditioner. After all, there is no electricity. If you burn charcoal in the house and put a stove, you are afraid of carbon monoxide poisoning.
Oh, it’s so difficult!
Soon, Yang Fan patted his head. Isn't there something called a kang? Just get it up.
In fact, fire pits already existed in the Later Han Dynasty, but the fire pits at this time were very different from those in later generations.
Because the ventilation effect of the fire pit at this time was extremely poor, a room could be filled with smoke and fire easily, and water could leak easily. Some even smoked but did not heat the fire pit, so the popularity rate was extremely low.
In the Tang Dynasty, wealthy households preferred to light charcoal fires in their rooms for warmth.
However, charcoal is very expensive and cannot be afforded by ordinary people.
Another one is that if the ventilation conditions are not good, it can easily cause carbon monoxide poisoning.
Of course the ancients didn't understand what carbon monoxide was, but they knew it could kill people.
Therefore, wealthy families usually send servants to guard the brazier and ventilate it after a period of time.
As a time traveler, Yang Fan certainly didn't want a servant to watch over his bed all night, so making a fire bed was the best way.
As soon as he thought of it, Yang Fan asked the little maid Xing'er to tidy up Wu Meiniang, then got up and entered the study directly.
Although Yang Fan did not live in the Northeast, in the era of advanced information in later generations, he did know how to make a fire pit. Of course, he did not need to spend money to exchange the blueprints in the system.
After more than an hour of sketching, Yang Fan finally drew the drawing of the fire bed.
Walking out of the study with the drawings in hand, Yang Fan was thinking about where to build it and what materials were needed.
At this moment, the little girl Xing'er hurried over and reported: "Sir, there is a Taoist priest in the front yard who wants to see you. He said that he had a chance meeting with you at Xuantian Temple."
Yang Fan's heart suddenly jumped, "I'm going, why are these Taoist priests chasing me?"
Could it be that these wise men have figured out that I am possessed by a 'monster' and are here to get rid of the monster today?
But he quickly denied it!
After all, it has been more than a month since the last meeting. If these bullshit really realized that he was possessed by an evil spirit, they would have come out to deal with him long ago, so why wait until now.
Now that you are here, let’s meet him! I just don’t know whether it is Yuan Tiangang or Li Chunfeng who is here?
Thinking of this, Yang Fan said: "Let someone invite the Taoist priest into the main hall." Then he turned and walked towards the main hall.
Not long after, the Taoist was brought in, and Yang Fan was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.
It wasn't that Yang Fan didn't recognize the person coming, he recognized the Taoist at a glance as Li Chunfeng.
However, Li Chunfeng, who was originally covered in blue hair, now has some white hair, and his originally rosy and shiny skin also looks much older.
He is at least more than ten years older than he looked like a month ago, with his outstanding demeanor.
What happened?
If it were makeup, it would be a bit too powerful.
Yang Fan trusted his sharp eyes because there was no trace of makeup at all.
Seeing Yang Fan's surprised expression, Li Chunfeng looked a little sad. He didn't listen to his uncle Yuan Tiangang's advice and forced the calculation.
Not only did he fail to calculate one, two, three, but he also damaged his foundation.
If it hadn't been for Yuan Tiangang's help in treating him for more than a month, the injuries on his body might not be healed now!
Li Chunfeng shook his hand and said with a wry smile: "It makes Uncle Zhongyi laugh. The inference is to reveal the secret of heaven and go against heaven. The old Taoist has been sent by heaven because of the forced inference, so the foundation of Taoism has been damaged and the Taoism has been ruined.
"
Yang Fan quickly reacted, smiled slightly and clasped his fists and said: "It's a sign. A Taoist's body is just a skin. Today, Master Li Daochang is here. No wonder you hear the cry of magpies in the house this early in the morning?"
Li Chunfeng's mouth twitched when he heard Yang Fan's words.
Since I'm here to visit, of course I know Yang Fan's whereabouts. The count in front of me is still standing in the palace this morning!
I really don’t know what my uncle Yuan Tiangang liked about this earl, but he actually...
The two guests and host sat opposite each other. Yang Fan turned to the little maid Xing'er and said: "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you hurry up and make tea for the Taoist Priest!"
As a time traveler, Yang Fan certainly didn't know that people in this era worshiped people like Li Chunfeng, who was no less admirable than his master.
The little girl was about to ask this wise man from the Tang Dynasty to tell her fortune, but Yang Fan's words worked. She held her tongue and turned around quickly to leave.
Yang Fan looked at Li Chunfeng carefully, and it seemed that he had no ill intentions, so he was completely relieved.
I guess this old man is not here to cause trouble today!
So he asked, "Taoist Master, I'm here today. Do you have any advice?"
Li Chunfeng said: "I don't take advice seriously. I came to visit today. On the one hand, I was entrusted by my uncle Yuan Tiangang to bring something to Uncle Zhongyi. On the other hand, I also want to ask Uncle Zhongyi for advice on arithmetic..."
Just as he said this, he inadvertently glanced at a piece of white paper placed on the desk in front of him.
There were several pictures sketched on it, with clear lines and a font that I had never seen before.
The drawings were very clear at first glance, and Li Chunfeng certainly knew what they were.
It was obviously the structure of a fire pit, but it was much more complicated than the fire pits he had seen.
Leaning slightly and taking a closer look, Li Chunfeng was stunned.
This time it's not because of the drawings, but the numbers on the paper that are as curved as earthworms.
He recognized this number, which was invented in ancient India and used for arithmetic.
According to Li Chunfeng's knowledge, no more than five people in the entire Tang Dynasty could recognize this number.
Yang Fan is the first person who can write these numbers familiarly.
Li Chunfeng never imagined that Yang Fan could learn so many things at such a young age.
He is extremely talented in poetry and has no arithmetic skills. Nowadays, he can even grasp the ancient Indian numbers that almost no one knew about in the Tang Dynasty.
No wonder his uncle must make good friends with this young earl.