Honghui is reborn in Legend of Zhen Huan, I will protect my mother

In front of the two servants, Honghui roughly described his requirements and the actual objects he saw that day, but he only had a vague understanding of it, so the specific process was inevitably a little vague.

The two servants looked embarrassed. The eldest prince's request was too difficult. How could coal and loess be burned if mixed together? And how to make the honeycomb shape? Did they have to drill holes one by one by hand?

"Big Brother, this honeycomb is hard to make, is there any tool to make it?"

Well, things are back to square one!

Honghui didn't know about this either. He sighed and said, "You guys try it first. If you can make coal cakes that are durable and cheap, I will definitely reward you handsomely!"

Afterwards, the matter of honeycomb briquettes was entirely handed over to the two servants.

However, Honghui has always been concerned about this matter. He would come to the backyard every one or two days to check on the latest progress.

It is very simple to mix coal ash, loess and water together to make coal briquettes. However, the coal briquettes made at the beginning were not easy to burn and were very easy to extinguish. The first batch of trial products was considered a failure.

The two servants worked very hard and continued to experiment by changing several proportions. Twenty days later, when the prince had returned home, they finally developed coal briquettes that were not easy to extinguish. But that was of no use because the honeycomb problem needed to be solved urgently.

They tried to use wooden and iron bars to make holes, and the coal briquettes they made were durable and flammable, but they were too laborious and certainly not cheap.

"Big Brother, I guess this beehive needs to be made into a special tool, but neither of us are craftsmen, so we really can't figure it out. I am incompetent, please forgive me, Big Brother."

Honghui was not discouraged, as he had expected this to happen. He thought that it was already a great effort for the two illiterate servants to be able to do this.

"Okay, let's leave it at that for now. You've worked hard these days! New Year's Day is just three or four days away. Zhao Quanshun, I'll give each of you two taels of silver as a small token of my appreciation."

"Thank you for the reward, eldest prince! If you have any instructions, just tell us two." With the reward, they immediately smiled and their attitude was particularly attentive.

"Let's put the coal issue aside for now. Go back to work and wait for me to have someone develop the right equipment."

After saying this, Honghui went back to the main room without stopping.

After entering the house, he stamped his feet, shook off the snow on his body, and said tremblingly: "It's so cold outside, and the wind in the backyard is too strong."

Yixiu said angrily, "It's snowing, why are you running around? Be quiet! It would be nice to warm yourself by the fire."

Honghui did not refute. He took two steps at a time and walked to the charcoal stove. He placed his hands on the stove, and immediately a warm feeling came over him.

"It's nothing, just a little drizzle. It was sunny yesterday, but it snowed today. God is really unpredictable."

"You're talking nonsense. Isn't it always like this in winter? Why are you blaming God? Honghui, mother sees that you've been crazy lately, thinking about the coal all day long. Have you forgotten that the New Year is just a few days away?"

Honghui sneered, "My son is thinking about how many people will freeze to death or starve to death in the Qing Dynasty if it snows! My son is wearing so much warm clothes, and he has charcoal stoves, fire baskets, and other things all the time. If he is so afraid of the cold, how hard will the life be for those poor people who don't even have a tattered cotton jacket?"

"You may be young, but you are worried about a lot! Forget it, forget it. You two are cut from the same cloth. You worry about national affairs all day long, and you always talk about the common people. I, a woman, don't understand your ambitions. I only know that your health is the most important thing!"

"whee……"

"Still laughing, still laughing, you've learned bad things from your father!" Yixiu stretched out her finger and tapped her son's forehead lightly.

Honghui couldn't help but yelled in a long voice: "Mother... Mother..."

"Okay, stop being so greasy. There's some chrysanthemum tea warming up over there on the charcoal stove. It's easy to have dry mouth and tongue in winter, and chrysanthemum tea can soothe and moisten the lungs. It's just right for this time of year."

Honghui nodded obediently and went to have tea and snacks.

……

As the new year approaches, the snow has been falling for two or three days, and tomorrow is New Year's Eve.

As soon as the snow stopped, decorations began to be put up everywhere in the mansion. Colorful papers were tied to the branches, and illuminated by red lanterns, the place looked particularly festive.

Honghui had stopped classes a few days ago. Now he was intrigued by the white snow and made a white dog in the snow.

You couldn't tell when you were concentrating on making it, but when you successfully piled it and looked at it from a distance, you could see that something was wrong with the white dog.

"Are you a white dog? Why do you look like a big white bear?"

Yes, that’s where something is wrong!

No, this is Ama's voice. Honghui turned around and saw Ama's figure.

"My son pays respects to my father!"

After saying this, Honghui blushed slightly, lowered his head, and said with shame: "It's all because my son is not good enough in his skills. He turned this white dog into a big white bear..."

Yinzhen crossed his hands, put them in his sleeves, and stood there, looking at it curiously.

"It's quite good, with a round head and a round face, it looks cheerful. Don't underestimate yourself, you have only been learning painting for a few days, and you have achieved such accomplishments, you have really made progress. But, you actually like a docile white dog? I always thought you would like something more lively."

Honghui nodded. He indeed preferred the docile white dog, which was well-behaved and considerate, and suited his taste in every aspect.

"White dogs are also good, auspicious and pleasing to the eye." Yinzhen himself loved dogs very much. When he was a child, he cut off his ninth brother's braids because of a puppy, and was scolded by his father. The evaluation of "unstable mood" was attached to him at that time. Over the past twenty years, his temperament has been tempered to be calmer, but his love for dogs has never diminished.

There are many breeds of dogs nowadays, but he prefers the black Greyhound. In his heart, the Greyhound is loyal, agile, and very capable, which makes all other dogs look better.

The eldest son's preferences were different from his own, but he didn't take it to heart. He just said slowly, "Next spring, Father will go to the palace to bring you a white dog. There are all kinds of dogs in Shangsiyuan."

It doesn't matter whether he keeps the dog or not, but since his father said so, Honghui simply accepted the kindness.

"My son doesn't care about breed. I only choose the docile ones. This white dog will be placed in Haitang Garden to accompany my mother, so the more docile and caring one is, the most suitable."

Yinzhen was even more satisfied after hearing this: "Okay, I'll do as you say!"

Looking at the white dog made of snow in front of him, he gradually became interested. He took off his cloak and put it in Su Peisheng's hand.

"Come, I'll build you a tiger roaring in the forest..."