Chapter 89: Criticism The wind and rain outside the window are dim.
In the meeting hall of the Huaiyang General Manager's Mansion, it was as warm and bright as noon in the late spring of March.
The color is close to that of transparent plate glass, which blocks the pouring rain unceremoniously.
The oil lamps mounted on the corridor pillars emitted circles of warmth and light through the glass covers.
The lamp body is made of pure glass, crystal clear.
From a distance, you can clearly see how much lamp oil is inside.
The lamp mouth is made of high-quality white copper, which is easy to wipe after use and meets the heat-resistant requirements.
Used to adjust the twist length of the pure cotton lamp, it is a pure copper rotating rod, the surface is plated with a layer of gold, and it is dazzling when illuminated by the flame in the oil lamp.
An icy emerald glazed lamp like this would be worth at least three years of food supplies to an ordinary person's family if it were available on the market.
However, in the upper middle of each pillar of the meeting hall, there are six lamps.
There are a total of forty-eight lights in the entire hall.
After being lit at the same time, it looks like lotus blooming in the sky.
"He has not yet achieved great things, but he is so extravagant compared to Xu Shouhui."
His eyes were stinging due to the stimulation of the bright light.
Liu Bowen raised his hand and rubbed it a few times, muttering in his heart.
This sentence obviously contained elements of anger, but after careful calculation, Zhu Chongjiu was not wronged.
Not only does this man have a good way of making money, but he can always lead Jiao Yu, Huang Laowai and others from time to time to create some novel things that can make people bankrupt.
He also likes extravagance, and almost every time he creates a novelty, he and the Grand Steward's Mansion will definitely use it first.
For example, the water stove that can make the house smoke-proof but still feel like spring all year round, the dressing mirror that can illuminate a person's face without revealing anything, the icy emerald glass lamp that exudes a faint fishy smell in the conference hall, as well as cement and floor tiles. , four-wheeled carriages, self-ringing bells and other items, if converted according to the market value, I am afraid that the cost of this small Huaiyang Grand Manager's Mansion is not much lower than that of Xu Shouhui's Ziyuntai.
There is also the rotatable seat under his body, the hollow ink-drawing pen in his hand, the chair cushion wrapped with steel springs, the bookcase embedded with ice emerald, and even the ink bottle is made of ice emerald, lest others don't know it.
He is like a nouveau riche The more he looked at it, the more dazzling things around Zhu Chongjiu seemed to Liu Bowen, and the more out of tune he felt with the surrounding environment.
However, his colleagues seemed to be deliberately trying to get in trouble with him.
They all happily gave Zhu Chongjiu ideas to make money and kill him, and they were not at all ashamed of being covered in copper odor.
After these ideas were put forward, some were rejected by others on the spot, while others were registered by the staff and prepared for implementation.
And those who are rejected often still have a hint of compassion in them.
Everyone who was registered sounds extremely vicious and has caused endless troubles.
The more Liu Bowen listened, the more irritated he became.
The more he listened, the more dazzling the light in front of him became.
After enduring it for a long time, he finally couldn't help it any longer.
He gently pushed the desk in front of him and stood up: "My lord, Weichen is sick and can't bear the smell of lamp oil.
Please allow Weichen to leave first."
"Why does the lamp oil smell so good?
This is the best Kun oil."
The civil and military officials were discussing animatedly, but were suddenly interrupted by Liu Ji, who was very surprised.
They all twitched their noses and muttered softly.
Except for the very faint smell of grilled fish, there was no unpleasant smell at all in the conference hall.
Compared with traditional vegetable oil lamps and tallow wax, the bright and lightly scented whale oil lamp is definitely a pleasure.
Only those who harbor resentment will be unaware of their blessings in the midst of blessings.
Immediately, many people turned their attention to Liu Bowen and frowned slightly.
Others slightly raised the corners of their mouths with disdain on their faces.
Some people even frowned and were eager to try, waiting for the opportunity to stand up and impeach Liu Ji.
Under countless pairs of confused and even questioning eyes, Liu Bowen's face slowly began to turn red.
However, he forced himself to calm down and continued to speak loudly: "Weichen, Weichen is feeling sick and sick at the moment.
Please allow Weichen to leave and come back another day to apologize to the lord face to face."
"enough" "Liu Canjun, what do you mean?"
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"Liu Canjun, are you deliberately venting your grievances?"
Questions immediately rang out from all around.
Chief Shi Su Mingzhe, Director of the Internal Affairs Department Zhang Song, and officials from the Works Bureau and the Civil Service Bureau stood up one after another and glared at Liu Bowen.
"Okay, everyone, don't be angry.
Liu Canjun's health has not been very good."
Just when everyone was getting angry, Zhu Chongjiu smiled, waved his hands, and whispered, "To be honest, although whale oil is bright, it tastes really good."
It’s a little heavier.
I’m not used to it either.”
The "Lord" had already prepared to impeach Liu Bowen, and everyone lost their purpose.
They could neither sit nor stand, and were extremely embarrassed.
"What time is it?
It's already past dinner time."
Zhu Chongjiu quickly looked back at the chiming clock in front of the wall and asked himself, "Well, let's stop here today.
There are still things that have not yet been discussed.
Let's continue tomorrow morning. .Eating, eating, and work cannot be completed in one day, and Yangzhou City cannot be built in one day.”
This sentence struck everyone present.
Immediately, Lu Luzeng, Su Mingzhe and other officials directly under the control of the General Administration stood up one after another and saluted their lord to say goodbye.
Hu Dahai, Ivanov and other generals in the army also clasped their fists and saluted, turned and left.
While greeting each other and walking out, they still shouted, "It's so fun.
The solutions we discussed today are really amazing.
I originally thought that I just used knives and guns to kill people, but now I understand that there is something that kills people."
Come on, it’s much crueler than swords and guns.”
"Of course, you don't know who our lord is."
Someone habitually returned all the credit to Zhu Chongjiu.
"Since there are no outsiders to support us, our tactics against the Tatars have never been the same.
Some guys think they are smart, and they are like Compared to our lord, he is simply not good enough."
"When it comes to attacking the enemy with troops, the general always thought it was the literati bragging, but now I know that there is really a clever way to defeat the enemy without using weapons."
"As a scholar, of course he is just a talker.
Our lord is a man of both civil and military skills.
If you don't believe me, ask someone else to compose a Qinyuanchun song.
If he can compare to our lord, I will listen to him from now on."
Military generals never knew how to deliberately lower their voices, but their words, to Liu Ji and Liu Bowen's ears, were no less than the muffled thunder in the sky.
A person who can create a huge foundation with a butcher's knife, a person who can fight side by side with his brothers and never give up, a person who can put down the knife and pick up a pen to write lyrics, and write "There are so many beauties in the country, attracting countless heroes to bend their waists." , if he is not worthy of following him, which hero in the world is worthy of seeking for him?
However, he was nepotistic, headstrong and behaved in a stateless manner.
They despised the scholar-bureaucrats and valued merchants and ordinary people.
Every time I speak out and remonstrate, I get no results.
"Crack" a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, illuminating Liu Ji's pale face.
The rainstorm was pouring down, blown by the autumn wind and splashing on people's heads.
Even though it was blocked by the eaves, it still quickly soaked half of the person's body.
The generals were surrounded by soldiers and quickly opened their umbrellas.
The civil servants were also accompanied by guards or subordinates who thoughtfully handed over their coir raincoats.
Only Liu Ji was left, without an umbrella or an entourage waiting outside the meeting hall.
Being splashed by the rain, he took a few steps back and stood alone under the eaves, alone.
"Bowen, please stay for now."
A familiar voice came from behind, making Liu Ji's heart tighten suddenly.
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Looking back, he happened to see Zhu Chongjiu's slightly rough face.
"It's raining heavily outside, I asked Hong San to prepare a carriage to take you off."
Zhu Chongjiu smiled and quickened his pace, walking side by side with Liu Bowen.
The oil-paper umbrella in his right hand hit the two of them very naturally.
Liu Bowen immediately became at a loss.
He hid two steps outside the eaves and waved his hands in panic, "Lord, I'll kill you.
I'll kill you.
How can a humble minister dare to trouble my lord?"
The rain was so heavy that he was soaked in water almost instantly.
Fortunately, Zhu Chongjiu reacted quickly enough.
He chased after him and scolded with a smile, "Don't talk nonsense.
It's just a little effort.
Besides, Bowen is still sick today."
As he spoke, he raised his head and glanced quickly at his arms, "Haha, I don't dare to talk about other things.
Holding an umbrella is definitely a matter of raising hands.
It's really hard not to raise your hands."
"Haha" Liu Bowen responded with a smile as he raised his hand to wipe the rain from his face.
But soon, his smile dimmed, and his thin face was once again filled with a look of loneliness.
"Wei Chen, I have little talent and little knowledge.
My lord treats me like this, making it difficult for me to sleep and eat well."
If holding an umbrella with one's own hands is not considered the gift of a state official, Liu Bowen really can't imagine what a lord can do for his subjects.
However, the more sincere Zhu Chongjiu was to him, the more he wished he could leave immediately.
Run away far away.
Because he determined that Zhu Chongjiu was on a dead end, and as a human subject, he could only watch his lord walking towards the cliff, unable to do anything to stop him.
"The oil lamp is filled with whale oil."
Zhu Chongjiu deliberately ignored his face and tilted the oil-paper umbrella to block the wind and rain.
He continued to ramble with a smile, "Whales are giants often mentioned in books.
Kun.
A long time ago, whale oil was used as lamp oil in what Ivanov said.
The light was brighter and the smoke was smaller than that of vegetable oil lamps.
It just so happened that we in Huaiyang were getting involved in sea trade, so I followed Fang Guozhen’s suggestion and sent a boat to catch some whales offshore to practice.
Firstly, it would allow the people on the boat to adapt to the wind and waves as soon as possible.
Secondly, this giant beast has a lot of fat and flesh on it.
As long as I can catch one every time, the cost of the voyage will be enough, and I don’t need to worry about the fleet’s money and food supplies.”
"My lord is a scholar, he even knows about whaling and refining oil," Liu Bowen praised in a low voice, which was somewhat untrue.
"I don't know much, I just heard others say that this thing is better than vegetable oil for lighting lamps."
Zhu Zhongjiu held up his umbrella and walked forward slowly, his eyes beating with pride and confidence, "As long as it is useful, I want to try it.
Not Sticking to the rules, after all, the rules were set by the ancients, and when the ancients made the rules, they may not have known what it would be like today."
Note 1: Continuing to catch a cold: