Two hundred and thirty one people who are beneficial to people's livelihood
"After your honor mentioned this matter, the student thought for a while and felt that this kind of skill seems to be of little use other than making exquisite utensils for viewing!" Zhang Dai had a serious face and was serious. He asked back calmly.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Liu San laughed and paced slowly in the hall - it was not him who took Qiao. Although he had prepared theoretical preparations, he really didn't prepare many practical examples in the direction of ceramics. He had to do it on his own. He was looking for an example. After taking two steps, something appeared in his eyes and he remembered some fragments of related technology. "It doesn't matter if that's what he said, let's fool him first!" Liu San decided to pretend to be an expert for once.
"Mr. Zhang, if you say 'beneficial to people's livelihood', I will just say one benefit. If you are someone who only cares about face but not the truth, you only need to say 'the small benefits are not enough', and you can continue to question them indefinitely. Why don't you say it first, Mr. Zhang?" One standard, what does it mean to be 'beneficial to people's livelihood'?" Liu San first dug the hole according to the script.
When Zhang Dai heard this, he was stunned at first: "This thief also knows "Zuo Zhuan"?" - then he recalled the "Commentaries on the Thirteen Classics", and his evaluation of Liu San improved a bit, but he didn't know "Cao GUI" "Controversy" is an elementary school text from the old time and space...
Then Zhang Dai thought about it carefully. In the old Japanese cultural gatherings, there were often the kind of literary scoundrels who only wanted to save face but not the truth. No matter how you analyze and judge, he would ignore it and only pick up small things and constantly question. The back-and-forth conversation seemed intense, but in fact it was meaningless in terms of knowledge. If he got a hold of him, he would talk about it over and over again. This Liu San was quite like a literary scoundrel.
Whenever there is such a sign in a literary meeting, the person in charge of the meeting will use his status to suppress such scoundrels. If he refuses to change or the circumstances are bad, he will be expelled and given the title of "literary ruffian" to eliminate them. Nowadays, Mr. Liu Yuan has to draw a line before saying anything. Instead, he treats him as this person. With Zhang Dai's laid-back temperament, he can't help but feel a little angry. He thought carefully, could it be that in this Australian? In his eyes, all the people in the Holy Religion are so miserable? He couldn't help but feel a little sad again.
"Sir, it doesn't matter. Is it beneficial to the people? Justice is in the hearts of the people. How can you be so messy?" Zhang Dai's words in response could not help but be a little angry.
"It's so difficult for ordinary people to have children..." Liu San unknowingly picked up his book bag while answering. He picked it up smoothly, but felt a little awkward in his heart. "For most ordinary people, raising children is really a difficult task. Not easy, not to mention all kinds of accidents, just a gust of wind or a mouthful of cold water can kill a child. So I have to have more children. It is said that more children will bring blessings, but in fact it is just hoping to have more children and die young. Even if you die young, there will always be a few who survive." Liu San first commented on the current situation of society.
Although Zhang Dai is a wealthy son, he is not a playboy who has no understanding of the middle and lower class society. When he thinks back to what Liu San said, the servants in the east and west bedrooms of his family have children, and in the family of long-term workers, it is natural that new children are born. It's a happy event. If the servant is friendly to you, you can't say what you will reward when you are in a good mood. If your child is dead, the friendly servant will just sigh at yourself and see if you can get some money from yourself for burial. , no matter whether it is successful or not, I will complain for a day or two at most and then not mention it again. On weekdays, after hearing this, all I can think of is, "My servants have affairs, and they come here to ask for money again. What a trouble." But now. Liu Yuanlao presented the root of this matter in front of him bloodyly from the perspective of a doctor. No matter how open-minded and optimistic Zhang Dai is, he is also a little melancholy. But what does this have to do with the ceramic craftsmanship?
"I survived, but I am still upset when I am half-grown. It is when I grow taller that my food intake increases, but my body size and strength do not. If I live in the countryside, I can't do the heavy farm work. If I live in the city, I can't do it.
, no one among these young men is willing to hire workers." When Liu San said this, he remembered some social survey records circulated among the elders that he happened to read out of interest, and his heart was touched, and his words became even more interesting.
Somewhat true feelings. "If there are too many surviving children in the family, they will not be able to support them. Those who are older and able to work must take on the same responsibility as their parents to support the family. If there are too many children and they cannot support themselves,
You have to find a way to find ways to send apprentices, no matter what, you will always have a bite to eat; if you encounter an unexpected disaster and have no way to make a living, you will have to sell your own flesh and blood..."
Hearing this, Zhang Dai also sighed, but did not make any comments: Whether it is true or false, such "feelings for the people" have been heard a lot in literary and poetry gatherings in the past, but most of them just sighed.
That's all. At most, I can say a few words, "If I win the exam," "If I get commissioned," and "If I become a local parent," then I can make such bold statements. However, the focus will soon turn to why he hasn't won the exam yet.
As for the "people" who were used to stir up conversation, no one will mention it again. I just don't know what this thief will say?
"If there is a thing that can enable a thousand such half-year-olds to support themselves, not only provide for their own food and clothing, but also subsidize their families a little if they are diligent, does Mr. Zhang think this thing will be beneficial to people's livelihood?" Liu San first offered the price.
There was so much foreshadowing before, and now that Liu San has drawn a clear path, Zhang Dai really cannot go against his conscience and say, "There are two million people living in Guangzhou and Qiongfu, a thousand years old, and there are not many small benefits." Not only is it not a small benefit, but it is less
It is said that a thousand families have been relieved of a burden, but the actual number of beneficiaries is more than three to five thousand. As a local official and a county magistrate, unless you are assigned to a good place with close attention, otherwise the people under your jurisdiction will
The population is probably less than 5,000. One thing can benefit the people of a county. How can it not be "beneficial to people's livelihood"?
"If this is true, it is a great good!" Zhang Dai sighed: "Please don't hesitate to teach me, what is it that can benefit thousands of people?"
"Haha, Mr. Zhang has been in Guangzhou for a long time. Since summer, there have been popsicles everywhere in Guangzhou. I wonder if Mr. Zhang has ever had one?" Liu San asked back.
Of course, Zhang Dai, who is a big foodie, has eaten popsicles. He has a strong curiosity about novel things. He has heard about all kinds of novel foods of Australians for a long time. When he comes to Guangzhou, a city where Australia gathers, he will naturally have a gourmet meal. Not to mention it is also convenient: Zicheng
The ice shop under his name delivers ice cubes to Liang Mansion once a day. In addition to ice cubes, the car also comes with various popsicles, kvass and other cold drinks. He also ate a lychee-flavored popsicle yesterday afternoon.
――This thing has something to do with ceramics? What does it have to do with people’s livelihood? Zhang Dai couldn’t understand it at the moment.
"It turns out that Mr. Zhang has eaten these popsicles, but he has never seen how to sell them." Liu San obviously expected this, and pointed to the two large cloth-wrapped vats where free herbal tea was given out in the shade of the corner of the pharmacy.
One says "hot" and the other says "cool".
"Mr. Zhang, you might as well come and take a look. In fact, those half-grown children selling popsicles use this."
Zhang Dai was curious, so he walked forward. The two large vats were tightly wrapped in plain cotton covers. When he opened the covers that were also wrapped with cloth, the aroma of herbal tea hit his face. Zhang Dai took a closer look and saw that
This large vat was not the pottery urn that I had expected, but a porcelain vessel with plain white walls and a faint blue rim.
"This is -" Zhang Dai asked doubtfully: If it is porcelain, with such a large volume, it is really worrying that the outer wall is so thin. If it is not porcelain, then the wall is obviously the luster of porcelain glaze.
"Enamel. Enamel vat." Liu San explained, "It's enamel..."
Enamel? Inlaid with enamel? That's copper! Jingtai's filigree inlaid enamelware is quite famous. At that time, only one of them was banned in the palace. Until now, only a small amount has been released. Zhang Dai only has it in his own collection.
There are only a few small items. Moreover, the large vat in front of me is completely white, except for a circle of blue around the edge, which is completely incompatible with the "enamel inlay"!
"Sir, you are joking. The enamelware is made of copper." Zhang Dai shook his head and said.
Huh? Bronze? Cloisonné? Liu San himself was stunned. Hey, someone seems to have mentioned that it seems that the use of cast iron as the core for enamel was not until the 19th century.
Liu San, who wittily recalled the key information, immediately nodded and said: "If you can use copper, why don't you think about using iron?" As for the adhesion problem between the base glaze and the iron core, Liu San ignored it.
"Iron is hard and malleable, and can be made extremely thin. Copper is expensive and iron is cheap, so it is cheap and easy to use when used as the inner core. Sir, please see, this large vat is also covered with glaze. The large body is white and the remaining
The next curling opening is followed by a second layer of blue-fired glaze. The glaze completely seals the iron core, which not only makes the iron core strong and durable, but also has a glaze that separates the iron core from contact with liquid, so it will not rust.
As long as you put a layer of crushed ice inside and a layer of insulation on the outside, ah, this layer of cotton cover, you can keep the popsicles inside from melting for several hours..." As for whether this large enamel vat is real
Liu Sancai was too lazy to care about the production using this technology, he just wanted to fool Zhang Dai now - it made sense logically anyway.
"If a pottery jar or wooden barrel is used, the weight of the container itself is enough for a child and a half to bear such a large volume. If this process is not used, it can only be sold at street stalls."
Liu San continued to talk.
Zhang Dai was both convinced and unconvinced. This large enamel vat was light, clean, sturdy, and so on. It would indeed save a lot of effort for the half-grown popsicle seller to carry this large enamel vat, and he could also bring more popsicles. However, he
Many ice vendors I have seen on the street do not use this large enamel vat, but small wooden boxes with quilts inside.
He pondered: "Doctor Liu is right. However, this large enamel vat does not seem to be necessary. The ice sellers students saw on the street only used a wooden box wrapped in a quilt." (Unfinished)