Emperor Mingguang looked at the strange thing in front of him, which looked like a water truck, but was a little different from a water truck, and looked suspicious: "What is it? It feels...it's a bit like a water truck, but it's a little different from a water truck..."

"You are stepping on your feet, and you didn't get a water truck for you. The water truck is a big guy. The emperor must have something to say. Then I will ask Qingling for a few craftsmen to make one for the emperor. At that time, the emperor can cool down in it..." Speaking of this, Li Wenchong quickly covered his mouth, "Oh, I'm just letting go. Emperor, you're really, how can you deliberately let someone reveal your flaws?"

Seeing Li Wenchong's annoyed look, Emperor Mingguang wanted to laugh a little.

However, this thing is related to cooling off...

Emperor Mingguang remembered the fan that Li Wenchong had mentioned to him before, and a flash of inspiration: "This is not the fan you mentioned before, right?"

"Hehe! I knew that a person as smart as an emperor would definitely guess. That's right, this is the pleasure of wind!" As he spoke, Li Wenchong had already installed it, aimed the fan outlet at Emperor Mingguang, and stepped on the switch below.

As soon as the fan turned, a coolness blew towards me.

Emperor Mingguang was shocked: "This...is this really windy?!"

He hurriedly left the seat and went forward to check.

Li Wenchong was still stepping on: "Of course, otherwise how about calling a fan? It's just a fan that can blow the air. If you see it, just arrange for someone to step on here, the emperor can blow until the ice wind. It just so happens to be used with the ice in the emperor's house, which is very comfortable."

"I'll try." Emperor Mingguang asked Li Wenchong to open up and stomp on and play with it himself.

A man is a teenager until his death.

At this moment, Emperor Mingguang ignited his childlike innocence and was very happy to step on it.

He also called the eunuch general manager Li Guizi to come over and try it, which made Li Guizi so nervous that he almost knelt down.

"Master, no one can do it, a slave is just a slave..."

"Hey, why do you talk so much nonsense? Stand there and don't move. I'll ask you if it's cool?"

"It's cool, very cool. I can get the cool breeze given by His Majesty himself. I'll close my eyes now. I'll be nephew in this life..." The eunuch general manager Li Guizi burst into tears and was grateful.

"You old guy, go there!" The butt hit the horse's leg. Emperor Bo Mingguang was in a good mood and was too lazy to bother with him.

The eunuch general manager Li Guizi retreated happily.

Just kidding, he is a slave, so he should not let his master serve him, otherwise he will feel that he will have a short life.

Emperor Mingguang called Li Wenchong over.

Li Wenchong is much more generous than the eunuch general manager Li Guizi. He stood directly in front of the fan and “instructed” Emperor Mingguang not to step on it too fast, but to have a rhythm.

The ice in the hall was quite cool, and it was too fast to step on it, and the wind was strong.

Oh, by the way, this fan has two gears, one slow gear and the other fast gear, just twist it in the front.

Emperor Mingguang, who was having fun, felt that the taste was a bit wrong: "No, it shouldn't be you stepping on it. Did I blow the fan? Why did I turn on it? I stepped on it and you blow it?"

Li Wenchong's innocent face: "It was the emperor's brother who asked me to stand here and blow. Such a big fan and such a good wind, it would be a pity if no one blew it."

Emperor Mingguang looked at him.

Li Wenchong blinked innocently: Am I wrong?

Emperor Mingguang smiled helplessly, changed the subject, and asked Li Wenchong about asking him for the craftsmen of the Royal Construction Office.

Is this fan made by those craftsmen?

"Brother, have you forgotten? Last time I mentioned it to you, the Yao family's workshop had already made a template. You craftsmen came over and they would at most fight." Li Wenchong was not afraid of him and said directly.

"That's not necessarily the case. It was just a template before, and there were still flaws. Maybe it was made by this fan after they went there." Without fighting for the steamed buns, Emperor Mingguang would not admit that the craftsmen in his own construction office were not as good as the folk craftsmen in the Yao family.

"Even if there is a defect, it is just a small defect. If it can be used, it will not be used, and people will not mention this to me. The biggest flaw is..." Li Wenchong said, "No iron. Later, I asked for a few pieces of iron from my brother. I made the iron into gears and the fan would be fine."

He pointed to the fan in front of him and told Emperor Mingguang that the appearance looked wooden, but in fact the core inside was iron.

Especially the gear, that thing is the most important part in the fan. If it weren't for that thing, the fan wouldn't be able to turn.

Obviously, the "scientific theories" that Li Wenchong talked about were sorted out and sent to him by Gu Qingling. Although Li Wenchong did not understand them thoroughly, he said it was all in one set of ways, which was quite intimidating.

Emperor Mingguang listened and found it interesting: "Isn't this a mechanism?"

"That's right, but it's a little different. This is called 'science'." Li Wenchong said, "Qingling was also studying in the Yao clan and set up a talent class, which included many children with various specialties. Your Ding Chun's son is inside, saying that talents should be cultivated from an early age to see if a master as powerful as the ancient Lu Ban. If there is such a master, the wooden bird can go to heaven in the future."

"You're going to the sky, you're afraid you're not dreaming." Emperor Mingguang laughed, stopped playing with fans, waved to the eunuch general manager Li Guizi, and asked him to come and step on.

And he followed Li Wenchong and sat on the stool next to him and talked.

The tea is the "spiritual tea" sent by Gu Qingling. I brewed a pot and savored the tea with Li Wenchong while blowing the fan. It was so comfortable.

"What's wrong with dreaming? You have to dare to dream, so that someone will turn your dream into reality in the future." Li Wenchong was greatly influenced by Gu Qingling and said, "If you don't even dare to think about it, how can you turn your dream into reality in the future? If anyone dares to think about it, where will the social progress come from?"

He gave several examples, such as pencils and paper, movable type printing, and newspapers. Which one is not something that comes first and then realizes later?

The truth is the same, but it is true for all walks of life.

Li Wenchong said that he also went to Jinling and saw with his own eyes how much the craftsman workshop played in Gu Qingling's hands, and only then did he know the importance of "scientific creation".

There is knowledge in all walks of life. Some people are confused and become the industry's top priority, while others master the "study".

The people in Xilihutu are temporary, and only those who truly master "learning" can become benchmarks in this industry.

"Why are those aristocratic families standing up? Isn't it because they hold some important technologies in their hands?" Li Wenchong looked disdainful, "If we have better technologies than them in our hands, we are afraid that we will not be able to suppress them? We must ensure that we can clean up others."

When Li Wenchong came in, the people in the hall had already retreated and left behind as a eunuch general manager Li Guizi, so Li Wenchong spoke casually and was not afraid of spreading it out at all.

Emperor Mingguang had no choice but to deal with Li Wenchong because he knew that Li Wenchong was right. Just like he is now preparing to suppress the aristocratic families behind the salt merchants, isn’t it because Gu Qingling provided more advanced “salt refining technology”?

As for iron, it is also being refined.
Chapter completed!