After the birth of a woman, the whole family depends on me to bring honor to the family

Time has quietly entered August, and the scorching air seems to tightly wrap every corner. The hot weather is like an invisible big hand, tightly strangling people's throats, making it almost hard to breathe.

Song Yu stood in front of the window, beads of sweat constantly oozing out of her forehead. She looked helplessly at the world outside the window that was bleached by the sun, feeling very annoyed.

"This kind of weather is really unbearable." Song Yu murmured softly. Her thoughts began to drift, imagining how nice it would be if there was something cool to relieve the unbearable heat.

She thought of ice, the crystal clear ice that exuded a hint of coolness.

Song Yu seemed to see himself in a huge ice cellar, surrounded by mountains of ice.

She stretched out her hand and gently touched the smooth and cold surface. A refreshing coolness instantly spread throughout her body, making her shiver uncontrollably, but at the same time she felt extremely comfortable and cozy.

She imagined carving various beautiful shapes out of ice, including birds spreading their wings, beautiful flowers, and cute and playful animals. These ice sculptures sparkled charmingly under the sunlight, like works of art in a dream.

Song Yu was proficient in everything in modern times.

She thought she could use ice cubes to make all kinds of delicious iced drinks.

She puts ice cubes into a transparent cup, adds sweet juice or refreshing tea, and watches the ice cubes slowly melt in the liquid, releasing a hint of cool air. That feeling must be wonderful.

She seemed to have tasted the cool, sour and sweet taste, which greatly satisfied her taste buds in the heat.

The August sun was scorching and the heat was unbearable. She really couldn't stand it. She didn't expect that the weather in Mingcheng was even hotter than in the county town.

Song Yu stood in the courtyard, her desire for ice growing stronger. She decided to make ice herself to fight against the scorching summer.

Song Yu returned to her boudoir and began to make careful preparations.

She took out a small and exquisite bronze tripod, which was carved with ancient patterns, as if carrying the traces of time.

She found some saltpeter, which sparkled mysteriously in the sunlight.

She placed the bronze tripod on the table, carefully put the saltpeter into it, and then poured in an appropriate amount of water.

Song Yu's eyes were focused and determined, and her heart was full of anticipation for the successful refining of ice.

She gently wiped the sweat from her forehead with a white silk handkerchief, and then placed her hands lightly beside the cauldron, as if conveying her determination to the cauldron.

As time went by, the water in the cauldron began to change.

Song Yu stared intently, and saw a hint of cool air gradually rising on the water surface. The cool air was like smoke and fog, slowly rising in the air.

A hint of joy appeared on Song Yu's face. She knew that this was a sign that ice was about to form.

She stretched out her jade hand and gently touched the gradually cold wall of the cauldron. A biting chill instantly spread throughout her body, making her shiver uncontrollably, but her heart was filled with joy.

She seemed to see the crystal clear ice slowly taking shape, like a rare treasure about to be born.

During this waiting process, Song Yu's thoughts drifted.

Finally, when the coolness in the cauldron reached its peak, Song Yu was pleasantly surprised to find that a thin layer of ice had condensed on the water surface. She carefully stretched out her fingers and gently touched the ice surface, feeling the hard and cold touch.

This is the ice she made with her own hard work, which contains her sweat and expectations.

Song Yu gently took out the thin layer of ice and placed it on a white jade plate.

She stared at the tiny piece of ice, her heart filled with emotion. In this scorching August, she created this bit of coolness with her wisdom and hard work.

She held the ice cube in her hands and went to the courtyard, letting the cool breeze dispel the summer boredom.

She closed her eyes, feeling the coolness spreading across her skin, as if she had turned into a piece of ice, out of tune with this hot world.

Song Yu stood quietly in the room, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

She knew very well that she had traveled from the modern era and possessed special powers, but in order not to cause unnecessary trouble, she had been carefully hiding this secret.

At this moment, she had already made a decision in her mind, which was to hand over the ice-making technology to the Empress.

She carefully organized her thoughts, thinking about what to do.

She walked to the table, picked up a piece of paper, dipped it lightly in ink, and began to write.

Her handwriting is beautiful and neat, recording the steps and key points of ice making in detail. Every word seems to carry her determination and sincerity.

After writing, Song Yu carefully folded the paper and put it in an exquisite envelope.

Her fingers gently stroked the envelope, feeling a little amusement and anticipation.

She raised her head and looked out the window, the sunlight shining on her face, making her outline look softer.

She took a deep breath and told herself that this was the right decision.

Although she has superpowers, she hopes to bring some changes to the world through her own efforts and wisdom.

Song Yu held the envelope tightly, as if he was holding a precious gift.

She decided to use the carrier pigeons she trained to go to the palace and pass on the ice-making technology to the empress.

Along the way, she was in an exceptionally good mood, but her eyes were full of wisdom.

When a beautiful carrier pigeon stood in front of the empress, she was stunned.

"Your Majesty, be careful," the guard's voice was steady and clear.

The empress raised her eyebrows slightly, took the envelope with a hint of curiosity, opened it and read it carefully. As she read more, a look of surprise gradually appeared in the empress's eyes.

"Great! Where does this method of making ice come from?" The empress thought for a long time but still had no clue.

The empress tightly grasped the sheet of ice-making technology, her expression was hasty, her steps were hurried. Her gorgeous skirt fluttered with her eager steps, drawing eager arcs in the air.

Her face was full of excitement and impatience, and her eyes were shining brightly.

The empress almost trotted forward, anxiously giving instructions to the servants around her as she walked.

"Come on, follow me and see if this method of making ice is feasible." There was a hint of urgency in her voice.

The palace maids and eunuchs around were shocked by the empress's rare appearance. They hurriedly followed the empress's footsteps, and the group rushed towards their destination in a mighty manner.

The empress's heart seemed to be tightly gripped by the ice-making order, and she was eager to verify this magical technology as soon as possible.

In her mind, she had already begun to imagine the coolness and surprise that the ice would bring, as if she had already seen the scene where countless people benefited from this ice-making technology.

During this hurried journey, the empress's breathing became a little rapid, but she didn't care. She was completely immersed in the anticipation of making ice.

She couldn't wait to unveil this mysterious technology and let it bring new vitality to her country.