When you are sad, life still needs to continue.

Perhaps as the most low-key Jie Yuan in history, Song Beiyun's reputation is more prominent than those who are all day long. Now, some admirers have begun to wait at the entrance of his alley early in the morning.

Song Beiyun encountered at least three groups when he went out, but even though Jie Yuan himself passed by them, no one could recognize them. He even asked Song Beiyun if he knew where Song Beiyun was.

"Mr. Song, why don't you tell them?"

Xiaoyu followed Song Beiyun and whispered to Song Beiyun in a straw raincoat. Xiaoyu was not very experienced in the world. He didn't know what Song Beiyun was thinking in his mind. Judging from the contacts over the past few days, he felt that Lord Song was definitely the smartest person in the world. There must be a reason for a smart person to do this.

"This." Song Beiyun bought two oil cakes on the shop and divided them with the little fish. The two of them walked towards the camp while eating: "Everyone has different demands in life in the world, right? Some people like to welcome and send off, there are a lot of guests, some people like to sing and call friends, some people like to meet in mountains and rivers, and look at the rivers and lakes. The demands are different, and the decisions are naturally different, you say right?"

"Yeah." Xiaoyu nodded slightly and said, "Mr. Song doesn't like those people."

"It has nothing to do with those people, it's because Lord Song doesn't like those fame." Song Beiyun smiled and patted Xiaoyu's head: "They are not wrong. They often compete for fame and fortune in the world, but Lord Song doesn't often."

Xiaoyu pursed his lips and laughed, looking up at Song Beiyun, the two dimples bloomed, which really made people unable to tell the difference between male and female.

"Then Lord Song, why do you think people are fighting for fame and fortune?"

"This, to put it bluntly..."

After walking all the way through the question and answer, Xiaoyu became silent as if he had changed his body, standing quietly behind Song Beiyun like a shadow.

Qiu Ba in the camp was very enthusiastic when he saw Song Beiyun. Although these people had poor education, they had their own principles of dealing with things. On the one hand, Lord Song was generous, and on the other hand, he and His Highness Fu got together yesterday and were like the father and son. He was not shy about the show.

As long as I have no problem with my brain, I know that Lord Song is a person I can't afford to offend, so I reached a strange tacit understanding from top to bottom in the camp, that is, I am more polite to Song Beiyun.

Song Beiyun actually likes to stay in this place, which feels great. Perhaps it is because his blood is still flowing with industrial heat waves. The surging and rolling iron can inspire the most primitive surging of Lord Song being suppressed by the beautiful beauty of the bellies in his heart.

However, not everyone is passionate about what Liba people do. For example, the talented men in Luzhou City, because the spring exam next year is right in front of them, many of them simply settled in Luzhou Prefecture and waited for the next year's exam.

There are rivers and lakes in this place where there are people, and there will be storms in the places where there are many people, and there will be more scholars, so it can be said that there are evil waves.

These people are not like those young people who have cut their braids, and their hearts are full of expectations for the future and love for their hometown. Most of the scholars of this era have a smell of fishy fish that cannot be washed clean with their wives. What they are good at is not the best recipe for governing the world or are full of passion, but form cliques and groups of three or five.

Before, because of the suppression of the North Po, the big guy with the status and conditions of his own, these scholars did not get up. But now that the North Po transfer order has been issued, he is too busy to take care of these scholars, and the group of people immediately began to get restless.

These people have several prominent characteristics, first of all, they form cliques. Talents who are outsiders and outsiders have begun to form different Jingwei. They are divided into two factions, north and south. Students in the south look down on northern students and call them a dog of a family. Students in the north are naturally unhappy. They call southern students a lamb to be slaughtered. Not only are they quarreled, but there are still some fights that happened several times.

It is interesting to subdivided further downwards. The students of the Southern School are also divided into several parts. Suzhou and Hangzhou look down on Huguang, the capital cultural circle look down on Suzhou and Hangzhou, and Guangdong and Guangxi look down on Bamin.

The north is not much better. Those who move south look down on those who flee, those who are clans look down on those who are poor, those who are poor, those who are officials look down on those who are doing business at home, and those who do business at home look down on those who make a living by farming.

The chain of contempt is lined up layer by layer. If students from north to south appear at a tavern at the same time, it will inevitably be a dispute between north and south. But if only one faction is present, they will not be too polite. Anyway, as long as they enter this circle, they will automatically become a mad dog. Usually, a group of dogs at the head of the village and a group of dogs at the end of the village are biting each other, but most of the time it is a small-scale melee between mad dogs.

These scholars are probably a microcosm of the current officialdom of the Song Dynasty. They are elite, superior party, and have no ability to speak up and wait for death.

"It's so sucked, these people are so sucked."

After hearing about the incident in the north slope where he was packing things for the past two days, he slapped the low table, but after the slap, his hands only hurt a lot.

"Forget it, I can't take much care of it anymore." Beipo glanced at his younger brother and sighed helplessly: "Where is Beiyun? There has been no news about him for a few days. He hasn't participated in these bastards, right?"

"Song Jieyuan has never shown up, and even if he can't invite him, some people have begun to say that Song Jieyuan is pretending to be self-righteous and noble."

"Ha." Beipo sneered: "A group of mobs dared to speak wildly."

However, after saying that, he sighed: "I am full of concern for the piety of the Song Dynasty. These people will be my Song Dynasty officials. How can I be fair and honest when I am such an official?"

"After all, Brother Beipo needs to preside over the situation."

"No." Beipo shook his head and said, "Now I have an official position. It's hard to form a party and join the company anymore, let them go."

My younger brother sighed, knowing that the North Slope was a helpless move. After chatting for a while, he said goodbye in disappointment. After the North Slope left, he just sighed and stopped talking too much.

However, he was surprised by Song Beiyun's choice. He thought that Song Beiyun would take the opportunity to collect a circle of people at this time in the name of Jie Yuan. Even if he didn't accept people, he could make a few friends, but he didn't understand this avoidable operation even in Beipo.

When he thought about it carefully, Song Beiyun was nothing more than two thoughts. One was that he looked down on these people from the bottom of his heart. The arrogance in the bones of literati made him disdain to be with these people. The other was that he did not intend to enter this circle, and he was not even in the officialdom.

Beipo naturally didn't know what Song Beiyun was thinking, but he thought that Song Beiyun would avoid it because he couldn't bear the stench of those people and was just arrogant.

However, even if Beipo wants to break his head, he would never have thought that Song Beiyun was just addicted to playing casting and his mind was full of improved iron smelting skills.

"We need to find a way to blow oxygen in."

Song Beiyun looked at the semi-open stove and thought for a while, but he couldn't get any good solutions. The craftsmen next to him were also squatting in a row with him, and everyone stared at the hot stove with their eyes fixed on them.

The bottom blowing process must be based on the existing technology. Engineering and other majors are different. It does not have overnight results. Everything needs to be accumulated step by step. If you don’t have a bottom-level architecture, you will want to climb higher. It will be strange if you don’t fall back then.

"Think about it carefully, everyone." Song Beiyun stood up and shook his numb legs: "My legs are numb, so you can fart me at least."

Several craftsmen were also staring at each other. They were just craftsmen, not legendary masters, so they did not have such ability.

But at this time, the master who was burning the kiln in Fuliang suddenly patted his head: "Try it according to the method of burning the kiln?"

"How to try?"

"The material fire separates, so that the iron water can only heat up but no open fire can be seen, so that the air can be poured into it. The heat air flows upward, and we ventilate from the lower head into the inside. How about using the air from the lower head to force the air to the upper head?"

Song Beiyun narrowed his eyes and thought: "Try it?"

"Then try."

When several craftsmen heard this, they stood up and began to discuss how to transform the kiln. The sealing properties were all the same as the yellow mud brought by Song Beiyun, which was both heat-resistant and fine. Before firing the kiln, they covered the gaps finely and sealed the holes...

"It is better to leave a channel to lead the iron out..."

After some collective thought, a prototype of a bottom blower based on the Song Dynasty came out, and the next thing was the oxygen issue.

To achieve oxygen, the easiest thing is to electrolyze water, and the most important step in electrolyzing water is to prevent explosion...

Song Beiyun took out a small notebook and began to silently draw the original shape of a simple oxygen furnace next to him, and electricity is needed here...

Song Beiyun thought about it carefully, looked at the stove next to him, and then suddenly laughed: "Sure enough, human civilization cannot do without boiling water."

"Everyone is moving, I'll say some materials, you guys go and prepare them, we will complete the first transformation within five days!"

After holding the things in his hand, Song Beiyun sat there for a long time, because it was extremely difficult to build a steam generator from scratch, and it was even more complicated to ensure the power stability. Gears and other things are simple, and die casting cannot be successful, so it will be frustrated manually!

"Steam generator, transformer...what else is there?" Song Beiyun scratched his head: "It's so annoying."

Although it was difficult, Song Beiyun felt full of energy. This was the first time he felt that he was so full of energy.
Chapter completed!