Chapter 21: The Angelina of the Tang Dynasty. Julie

  Unfortunately, my plan was not realized because a more important matter concerning human life required the personal intervention of this young man who crossed over with a mission to change the world.

  Ding ding dong dong... The fiery sky, sweat dripping like rain, steam rising, what a lively scene.

  "Master, it's time to go home." Fang Cheng looked up at the sky and then pulled me. I glared at him: "What's the hurry? The sun hasn't set yet, let's wait a bit longer, my iron pipe isn't ready yet..."

  "Master, isn't there bamboo charcoal for heating at home? Why must you..." Fang Cheng couldn't understand the inventor's obsessed and passionate heart, nor could he understand the urgent mood of a transmigrator from the future who didn't want to be suffocated by carbon monoxide in the Great Tang Dynasty. He ignored this bodyguard with only muscles on his mind.

  "Hey, old Zhang, slow down! Don't flatten my metal cylinder!" Just as he turned his head, he saw Zhang the blacksmith raising his large hammer, ready to strike the iron skin that had just been rolled into a cylindrical shape, and hastily shouted loudly.

  "Haha... Young Master Fang, don't be impatient. I've been hammering iron for decades, it's just an iron tube, you want me to rust a flower onto this iron skin?!" Old Zhang was very dissatisfied that I doubted his skills.

  "Alright, alright, don't you believe me?" I gave the old man a disdainful look, not saying a word, and continued to watch the blacksmith and his two apprentices perform from where I was squatting on a small stool.

  Mars splashed everywhere, and Zhang Tiejiang finally stopped hammering after two yawns: "Done, Master Fang, come take a look, is it to your liking?"

  The iron pipe, about 2-3 mm thick and 3 meters long, has taken shape. The seam where it was rolled up has been hammered by the blacksmith to be almost airtight. The bend had already been forged yesterday. After checking it out, hmm, not bad. Although there are some gaps, they don't matter much. Later on, just stuff some rags into the gaps and it'll be fine.

  "Second Master... what is this?" Fang Shen stood at the entrance of the house, staring blankly at the two horse carriages.

  "Uncle Fang... these are all good things, from now on our family won't have to worry about losing lives due to carbon monoxide poisoning." Excitedly patted Uncle Fang's shoulder, spitting saliva onto his face, and clearly saw the corners of Uncle Fang's eyes twitching.

  Forget it, don't bother with him. With a wave of his hand, the house servants who had been summoned from the mansion by Fang Cheng rushed towards the two horse-drawn carriages like wolves and tigers.

  Under the astonished gaze of the servants in the mansion, I personally took up a knife and got to work. In the back hall where family members often stayed, I set up a stove and had House Born hang several ropes from the beams: "Hang it higher, lean on it, even higher... This isn't for hanging people, it's for hanging smoke pipes... You, make a hole in the window frame, according to the diameter of this smoke pipe... Don't understand? Just make a round hole in the window frame as wide as the smoke pipe..."

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  After dinner, my elder brother kept circling around the iron stove, muttering to himself, while my mother reacted normally, constantly praising me as her son and saying I've become a prodigy.

  My third brother seems to admire me, his second brother, and keeps calling out "brother, brother" while wiping his mouth on my clothes.

  The old man pretended to be disdainful, glanced at the book, stole a glance at the stove, then glanced at me again, and then looked at the book. I really don't know what the old guy was doing, whether he was exercising his eyes or what?

  "Not bad... this thing is good, it's just too hot..." Big brother squatted by the stove for a while, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sat back down on the bed, saying to me. "Father, this thing isn't bad, although the room is sealed tightly, there isn't that acidic smell of carbon like before. My hands and feet aren't cold either..." Looks like big brother still supports my new invention, heh heh heh.

  "Hmph... You rascal, spending your days idling about, not properly recovering at home, always messing with... messing with..." The old man huffed and puffed for half a day but couldn't find the words to describe my coal stove, glared at me angrily, and continued reading his book.

  "Look at you, I don't know how happy you are inside, but your mouth is as hard as anything... " Mom covered her mouth and laughed. She turned around and opened my hand that was pinching my third brother's cheek: "You little rascal, he's your brother, not a dough!"

  "It's nothing, I just think Third Brother is really cute." He chuckled twice, and I was getting revenge on this little brat for wiping his snot on me.

  It turned out that his sister-in-law was kind and took the child over, smiling gratefully at her.

  My mother has always been a decisive person when it comes to household matters. The next day, she asked me to move the coal stove from the back hall to her and my father's bedroom, saying that she wanted to try it out. On the third day, early in the morning, my mother, who was enthusiastic about it, asked me to order more. Soon, the amount of bamboo charcoal used at home plummeted at a rate similar to a stock market crash. The whole family gathered around the coal stove all day, chatting and laughing. It was warm... After dinner, I hated the iron stove with its burning red furnace the most. My mother seemed to think it was useful, so she put three of them in the back hall. The whole family was sweating profusely, and we almost wanted to use a fan to cool down. In the end, under the collective protest of the whole family, my mother reluctantly reduced the number of stoves in the back hall from three to two.

  It's unclear whether it was Old Mother who discussed the benefits of coal stoves with some national public figure, or Old Master who mentioned this thing to his colleagues after a morning stroll. The ironwork business was booming to the point where people were tongue-tied, so he simply pulled in a group of ironworker friends to work together, and the entire street was filled with clanging noises.

  I only rested at home for a day, but my mother took me as a small foreman and had me wandering around the house all day, teaching the servants how to install, ventilate, and use things. She even ordered a new batch of kettles from the house, no choice, the coal stove's firepower can't be wasted completely. The good thing is that every day when people in the house get up, they have hot water for washing their faces and rinsing their mouths. The servants' gaze towards me has gradually become normal, with a hint of admiration, and they no longer discuss how stupid I am. Green Butterfly has finally recovered and regained her energy, chattering with a group of young maids in the courtyard about how clever this second young master is, which makes me very pleased.

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  "Is this thing also something you've concocted?" Li Yu began to show a nearly numb fatigue towards the extraordinary and strange thing I had developed. Just like now, lazily sitting on the soft couch near the coal stove, wrapped in a fiery red fox fur coat, which made her wrist holding the Jingguan pen to copy texts even whiter, slightly raised eyebrows, light lip color, a kind of charming demeanor that makes people feel pleasant. Several high-ranking officials' sons frequently shifted their gaze here, saw me sitting next to Li Yu playing chess with Li Zhi, and felt a strong resentment higher than the temperature of the coal stove.

  Zhen Guan pen... is actually my chicken feather pen, this girl took my invention and presented it to her emperor father, shamelessly saying she accidentally made it. Soon, this extremely suitable hard-headed pen became popular in the entire Chang'an, and even got a elegant name: Zhen Guan pen... You precede me with a slap, this is completely plagiarism of my diligent labor, this is blasphemy against intellectual property rights, this is the most terrible spiritual hurt to inventors...... After several futile oppositions, I could only hold back my grief and indignation, and reluctantly accepted the one tael of silver she handed over as hush money and intellectual property transfer fee.

  "It's not that it's just raising the carbon basin a bit, adding a chimney... I'm 49, you lost, give me money!" Nonsense and rubbish are spoken every day, without fear of being exposed.

  "Brother Jun, are you going to pay up or not?" Li Zhi's eyes were full of grievance, he threw the cards in his hand on the table, and also threw the money bag on the table, a gust of wind blew by and almost blew it away.

  "Good... written here, the Great Tang Emperor Taizong of China, Li Zhi owes a hundred coins to the good citizen Fang Jun's house...". He quickly pulled out the account book and handed it over, on which were the handwriting of the three siblings of the Li family, hahaha..."

  "If all good people are like you, I'm afraid even Chang'an won't be at peace?" Li Youyong said lazily, leaning against the edge of the bed with a neutral tone.

  As for this little loli's words, Ben Gongzi directly ignored her. A real man doesn't bother with a little girl like that. He cleared his throat and, as Li Zhi had requested, began the radio drama: "Today, I'm going to tell you a story about..."

  "A hoarse yet magnetic voice rose in the distance, 'Excuse me... excuse me...' My radar moved... no, my head moved."

  A lightly made-up woman stood beside me, her wheat-colored face with a gentle and warm smile, her bright eyes looking in my direction.

  He looked around and pointed at himself: "Are you calling me?"

  "Yes... sir, could you please make way?" A slightly shy smile floated on her bright face, and a single-layered garment that was a bit too thin outlined her curvaceous figure perfectly. Good heavens! Angelina Jolie's facial features... Oh my god, at this moment, my blood pressure soared to 199, my IQ dropped to 37, and my courage reached its maximum.

  "Please...please sit down..." I shifted my butt and squeezed our future emperor into a horse stance.

  "Brother Jun!..." Li Zhi patted his butt and stood up with a huff, looking like he was about to blow his top.

  "Discount five hundred dollars..." I didn't even turn my head back, Li Zhi's anger immediately dissipated, and he smiled with a pleased expression. I put on the most benevolent smile, stood up, shook out my long shirt, and politely extended my hand: "Please, miss."

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  P.S: Whoever that is, leave the ticket behind and collect it. Otherwise, our Tibetan Mastiff at home is a good dog, it bites whatever it catches, especially those who didn't vote or collect ^_^!!!