Agriculture Escape: Ultimate Boss Has A Space Pocket!

"Escape from famine in the farm gate: There is room for the boss of the last days ()"

The weather is hot, and the fish sticks feel cooked in the mouth, and the taste is much worse.

If you replace the fruit in the ice bucket with fish sticks and have a few drinks, it will definitely be very tasty.

It's a pity that there is only this ice bucket without ice, and it is useless.

Mrs. Zhang sighed, "We can't make ice either, if only we could make ice."

Zhang Tiantian said, "Why don't we buy some ice?"

"The weather is so hot, your father and your elder brother need two hours to eat a meal of fish cakes, how much ice does it cost, you are really not in charge of the family, and you don't know how much firewood, rice, oil and salt are expensive."

Zhang Xiu said with a smile: "If you want to buy ice in the future, deduct it from my monthly bill."

Mrs. Zhang waved her hand, "Mother, I'm sorry for you, if you want to eat fish cakes, just tell the kitchen, it's the ice that you have to buy in advance."

Mrs. Zhang was hard-spoken and soft-hearted. The two children looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

The head of the Zhang family learned the magical effect of the ice bucket from his son. He hadn't eaten fish for a long time, so he ordered Mrs. Zhang to buy ice as soon as possible.

Mrs. Zhang originally wanted the steward to buy ten buckets of ice, but the dessert shop doesn't specialize in selling ice, so they can only sell them five buckets at most.

The servant brought it back and melted a bucket on the way.

With the remaining four buckets, Mrs. Zhang hurriedly asked someone to put them into the newly dug cellar, for fear that the ice would all melt when the father and son came back from school.

Sit and wait, Master Zhang and Zhang Xiu haven't come back yet, there are only three barrels of ice left in the cellar, if you don't come back, it will really melt away.

Just when Mrs. Zhang was about to send someone to Qinghe University to see why this person hadn't come back, the servant said happily: "Madam, the Patriarch and Young Master are back!"

Mrs. Zhang hastened to inform the steward, and now prepare the fish.

Master Zhang heard Mrs. Zhang's order, but said: "Wait for a while before preparing."

Mrs. Zhang hurriedly said: "If you don't eat it, the ice you bought will melt."

Master Zhang said calmly: "It's okay, we can also make ice."

Mrs. Zhang was taken aback, suspecting that there was something wrong with her ears, "Are you able to make ice?" Seeing her son nodding with a bright face, she asked in surprise, "Did the empress teach you? Or did the Cui family tell you?"

How expensive ice is in summer, how profitable Cui Muzhi's dessert shop is, how could the Cui family be willing to teach everyone so easily.

Zhang Jiazhu said: "Well, the Empress asked someone to write it in the book, let's give it a try."

Mrs. Zhang thought just now that their Zhang family can make ice, so they can build a few large ice cellars, store up seasonal fruits, vegetables and seafood, and sell them every few days, so that they can make more money.

Unexpectedly, the female empress will teach it, and she even taught it to write textbooks.

Everyone knows how to make ice, so they can make some money.

Mrs. Zhang was just happy for a while, and it was like a pot of cold water being poured down.

But fortunately, there is no need to worry about eating fish cakes without ice in the future.

Master Zhang and Zhang Xiu were so focused on the experiment that they didn't pay attention to Mrs. Zhang's small thoughts.

They came back late because they went to buy saltpeter.

Fortunately, Zhang Xiu ran fast when he was young, and only managed to grab fifty catties of saltpeter.

Mrs. Zhang was surprised: "Isn't saltpeter used to make gunpowder?"

Patriarch Zhang said impatiently: "Oh, what do you ask so many to do, just look at it!"

After a while, the servants brought in two large and small containers, both of which were filled with water.

Zhang Xiu put the small container into the large container, and the owner of the Zhang family added saltpeter little by little according to the exact proportion.

Everyone stretched their necks curiously, staring intently.

After a while, the water in the container changed, first some crystals, and finally gradually formed ice, emitting a slight chill.

Turning water into ice is also amazing.

Master Zhang stroked his beard and laughed loudly, "Our family no longer has to worry about using ice."

Mrs. Zhang looked at the ice in the container, and she was also very happy, "It turns out that making ice is so simple! The price of saltpeter will definitely increase, and we will buy more saltpeter tomorrow."

Zhang Jiazhu said: "It is no longer available, and it will take a few days."

Mrs. Zhang showed a bit of pity, it seems that using ice is not going to make money.

The fish cakes are spread on the iced porcelain surface, which is crystal clear and has a faint fairy air. With a sip of hot sauce, a sip of wine, and a look up at the bright moon, it is a fairy day.

Zhang Tiantian just bought a manual fan today, she thinks it is very good, and she intends to show it to everyone, "Father, look at my fan, the wind blowing out is very cool, I will give you and brother one each, and it is convenient to take it to college .”

The structure of the manual fan is very simple, as long as the handle is pressed repeatedly, the small fan can be rotated, which is more unusual than a fan.

Master Zhang took one and tried it happily. The faster you press it, the faster the small fan will spin. He quite liked it, and praised: "Not bad, you have a heart, father likes it very much."

Zhang Tiantian smiled even sweeter, and looked at Zhang Xiu expectantly. Zhang Xiu held it upside down, pressed it twice, and the wind blew all over Patriarch Zhang's face.

With this blow, Master Zhang felt something unusual.

Why is Zhang Xiu's small fan cooler than his own?

Soon, he found out why.

As long as you blow on the ice cubes, the cold air can be driven, making people feel more comfortable.

After discovering this feature, Master Zhang paused for a moment, and realized something in a blink of an eye, but couldn't figure it out for a while.

Looking at the fan in his hand and the fish in front of him, he fell into deep thought.

Mrs. Zhang wanted to interrupt, but at this moment, Patriarch Zhang stood up abruptly, laughing loudly, "I got it! I got it!"

Mrs. Zhang: "What do you know?"

"I know how to make the room cooler! I'm going to find someone to build a machine now. If it's done, our family can also build a workshop!"

Eighty percent of the ancestral property of the thirty families in Qinghe was lost due to the relocation.

Everyone has money in their hands, but Xiaoyao City is developing rapidly. Like Village Chief Zhao and his family, the third house has produced two scientific research talents and obtained countless patents. They can also sell money for investment, and the Zhao family has long been on the trend of becoming an upstart.

Their Zhang family has been keeping up with current affairs, but they have no good projects in hand, and their overall income is relatively small among the thirty families in Qinghe.

The head of the Zhang family is afraid that the Zhang family will decline in his hands, so he pays attention to the studies of the children in the family, and also wants to have profitable projects to maintain the dignity of the big family.

The weather in the Baye area is very hot. If there is a product that can cool down the room quickly, it will definitely make a lot of money.

He doesn't know how to make it, so he tells the craftsmen his inspiration and requirements, and provides funds for the development. If the development is successful, it will be regarded as a patent under his name.

The next day, Master Zhang hurried to the scientific research room, hoping to find a talent to cooperate with him.

But those who can enter the scientific research room are all bigwigs who have already achieved something, and everyone has their own research projects on hand. Zhang Patriarch returned disappointed, so he could only go to the major workshops to try his luck.

Several people expressed their interest. When Master Zhang asked them to use fans and ice to make a heat-reducing artifact, everyone was at a loss. In the end, no one stopped the work.

Patriarch Zhang returned home in a daze, Zhang Xiu suddenly said, "Why don't you find someone who makes fans to try?"

Master Zhang's eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized, "That's right! Why didn't I think of that!"