In winter in Beijing, water drips into ice. No matter how much clothes you wear, you feel the heat running out of your body bit by bit, and it is cold from hair to bones. Guocheng and Zhu Youjian stayed in the room and didn't want to go anywhere.

Seeing Zhu Youjian's face flushed, Guocheng was a little anxious. Because it was not a healthy red, but a slight gas poisoning symptom. He himself was a little dizzy. How should he get through this winter?

Kang, by the way, there is a popular kang in the northeast, and the firewood is burned outside the house and the warmth is left in the room. There is absolutely no danger of gas poisoning. Guocheng immediately summoned a bricklayer and put all the bedrooms on a kang. Of course, the first one was Zhu Youjian and his own bedroom.

Three days later, the kang was ready. A little fire was on the kang, and later, the whole room was as warm as spring. Zhu Youjian was not as drowsy as before and became lively. Guocheng also "invented" the cards and had a lot of fun with Zhu Youjian, Wang Chengen and Cao Huachun. Of course, Wang Chengen, who had a good abacus, proposed to bring the cards to the imperial shop for sale, and the children's playground added an additional income.

But always playing in the house is not good for the body after all, and how to keep warm has become an urgent problem. One day, Guocheng accidentally discovered that the chickens and ducks who were plucked out of their hair were very depressed in the soil and eating them in the soil - why don’t you ask again if you are depressed? Suddenly he thought of the down jackets in later generations. So the chickens and ducks in the paradise were once again affected and their fur was pulled out collectively.

Guocheng knew that the biggest disadvantage of down jackets is running hair. If the down jacket contains hard feathers or the down jacket's liner is thicker, it is very easy to run hair. Not only is it not beautiful, but it will quickly lose its ability to keep warm. Fortunately, the textile technology of the Ming Dynasty is great, the fabric's warp and weft lines are very dense, and the sewing girls in the paradise are meticulous and will not let a piece of hard hair go away. A few days later, a brand new down jacket emerged, of course, the style is completely different from later generations. Guocheng admires Hanfu very much, so how could he use Western clothes to challenge his aesthetic view? Moreover, as a model in the world, the emperor is not suitable to pretend to be strange.

He was wearing a soft and light down jacket with good warmth and good warmth. Looking at Guocheng's eyes full of blood, he knew that he hadn't slept well for several days for his own warmth. Zhu Youjian felt extremely warm from his body to his heart and said, "The most conscientious thing in my life is to recognize you, Guocheng."

Guocheng was humble for a while and said, "Save the time and make a few more sets. We want to give them to the emperor, Concubine Zheng, His Highness the Crown Prince, Li Xuanshi of the East Palace, Li Xuanshi of the West Palace, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Lu Shou, Wang An, Li Jinzhong, Wang Chengen, Cao Huachun and others, of course, they also have to leave a set for myself. By the way, you can also do this method. The people I mentioned just now will give each of them another quilt."

After hearing this, Wang Chengen and Cao Huachun felt warm and thought, it was the little brother Guocheng who would love others.

Suddenly, Cao Huachun thought of a key question and said, "The fluff may not be enough."

Guocheng said: "You can go out to collect it. I remember that there are many roast duck restaurants in Beijing, and you should receive a lot of duck feathers there. The down feathers are left for us to make down jackets. After removing the hard rods in the middle of the other fur, you can also make down jackets. It's just that the warmth is less and it won't be wasted."

Wang Chengen thought about the business practices and said, "We can put down jackets in the royal store to sell them, so that we can make a lot of money."

Guocheng said: "No, down jackets are military supplies and must not flow into the people. Our Ming Dynasty will have a battle in the future on the northern border. The northerners themselves are not afraid of the cold. In addition, this warm artifact will be greatly detrimental to the Ming Dynasty."

Zhu Youjian and Guocheng have been staying for a long time, and their strategic vision has improved a lot. They hurriedly said: "That's absolutely not sold. Let's keep it. We will first arm our hundred Jinyiwei and see how the effect is."

A few days later, Guocheng's down jacket was ready. He and Zhu Youjian were wearing light down jackets and felt that winter suddenly became much warmer, building snowmen in the yard and playing snowball fights. Many people who didn't know the inside story sighed: "After all, they are children, not afraid of the cold. No wonder the old man said that children have three fires on their butts, that's right."

While the two were having fun, a noise came from outside the door. Some people said, "Look, Wanhu is about to fly to the sky." Some said, "The Wanhu is desperate." Some said, "The Wanhu is fascinated by Chang'e and wants to fly to the sky to find her." There are a lot of information, and two of them are repeated the most: Wanhu, Feitian.

Guocheng and Zhu Youjian looked at each other and saw the gossip fire burning from each other's eyes, so they went out to watch the fun together, and a group of guards followed them out in a hurry.

There were crowds outside the door, heading in one direction. The two of them were too lazy to inquire and followed the abortion.

Soon, we arrived at a military camp. There were no soldiers guarding this camp today, so people could enter and exit at will. People surrounded the camp in three floors and three floors. Fortunately, the guards helped, otherwise they would not be able to squeeze in. They squeezed to the inner circle and found that the preparations of ten thousand households were really sufficient, allowing more than a dozen strong men with big waists to maintain order and prevent the people watching the fun from being squeezed into the cordon. Guocheng noticed that the audience was both men, women, young and old, and even a few blond and blue noses. It seemed that everyone was curious, not just Guocheng and Zhu Youjian.

In the center of the schoolyard, there is a Taishi chair. Four bundles of enlarged cannons are tied to the four legs of the chair. This should be the prop for flying.

The story of Wanhu Feitian, Guocheng learned it when he went to elementary school. It was just a man named Wanhu who wanted to use a rocket to fly into the blue sky, but the rocket exploded and Wanhu died. That's all. Scientists gave this story a lot of lofty thoughts, why are you not afraid of sacrifice in pursuit of science, what about the Chinese who had long had a dream of flying? And so on. Guocheng thinks this is just a few young people. Who hadn't done anything ridiculous when he was young? It's just that Wanhu's absurd thing lost his life. But what made Guocheng strange is that the legendary Wanhu appeared in the 19th year of Chenghua, and how did Wanhu appear in the real world at the end of the 44th year of Wanli, which was more than a hundred different. It seems that the policy of foolish people in the Qing Dynasty burning books buried another major event that shocked the world.

Later, a young man in his 27 or 28 years old came out. He was tall and thick. Standing in the middle of the school grounds, he said loudly: "Dear fellow villagers, today is a good day for my thousands of families to fly into the blue sky. I am very happy to see me off. Thank you here."

As he said that, he bowed in all directions and then said, "Some people say that Wanhu was fascinated by Chang'e and wanted to go to heaven to find her; some people say that I was fascinated by the Seven Fairies and wanted to go to heaven to fight with Dong Yong. Wrong, although I Wanhu was a small general flag in the army, I was also an indomitable man in the Ming Dynasty. How could I be fascinated by the mythical women? Nowadays, the Mongolian Tartars and Jurchen Tartars are all ambitions, eyeing the Ming Dynasty and always want to pounce on them and bite them hard. Yesterday, I saw a beggar who was blind and lost his legs. I was very surprised why he was so unlucky.

Then I realized that he was from the Six Fortress of Kuandian. The Jurchen Tartars took away his fields, cattle and sheep, raped his wife and daughter in front of him, and cooked them with hearts. Poor his daughter was only six years old. The group of animals still blinded his eyes and cut off his legs. Watching him crawling on the ground like a dog, then laughed. He wanted everyone to know the true face of the group of animals, so he endured humiliation and survived with great perseverance. Look, this is this poor old beggar. He originally lived a happy life like us, but all of this was destroyed by the Tartars!"
Chapter completed!