Yi Xin as a concubine

Chu Xingchen wanted to raise his hand to cover his heart to calm it down, and his eyes looking at Xin Baoer became unconsciously eager.

Xin Baoer saw that the second master's eyes were looking at her more and more passionately, and she felt like a little lamb trapped in a wolf's den, and suddenly she felt uncomfortable all over.

"Hmm, that... Second Master, now that we have finished talking about irrelevant things, can we get down to business?"

Chu Xingchen was brought back to his senses by the fake cough. Recalling his performance just now, his face suddenly turned red, and his neck and ears turned red.

He suddenly stood up, and almost in the moment Xin Baoer blinked, he was out of the house and disappeared.

Xin Baoer was really confused this time. What's wrong with this guy? Why did he run away before he even finished speaking?

Just when Xin Baoer was wondering whether she should leave first, a gust of wind blew past her. She turned around in surprise and saw that the man had sat back in the same position as before, as if he had never left.

If it weren't for the wet strands of hair on his temples, Xin Baoer would have thought she was dazzled.

"You just said something serious, now tell me."

"Ah, oh, okay." Xin Baoer felt that this man was really inexplicable and his moods were changeable. Would the Xin family be cheated to death if they followed such a master?

But Xin Baoer didn't dare to say that.

"I would like to ask, what are your plans for the housing issue?" Xin Baoer asked sincerely.

"Do you have any ideas? Tell us and we can discuss them together."

"I do have some ideas. I've seen a method of making a kang in a book. It uses a stove to heat the kang, which can keep you warm in winter and save charcoal, but it may be a bit wasteful of firewood."

It can also prevent carbon monoxide poisoning, Xin Baoer added silently in her heart.

"Oh, do you remember which book you read it in?" Chu Xingchen asked with pretended curiosity.

But I was thinking in my heart, most of the books you have read, I have read too, so why don’t I remember such a record?

"I don't remember the name, it should be a miscellaneous notebook, but my family's library was burned down at the beginning of the year, and I don't know if my memory is wrong. Maybe I need to experiment."

Chu Xingchen had been secretly observing Xin Baoer's expression and found that although she looked thoughtful, she did not dodge out of guilt. He couldn't help but doubt himself. Could it be that it was really recorded in the one or two percent that he had not read?

"Why don't you write down what you remember and I'll find someone to test it. Is that feasible?"

Xin Baoer's eyes lit up when she heard this. To her, most of what she had seen and learned in her previous life was just talk. She had seen some of them, used some of them, and knew the principles at most, but she had never thought of trying to do it herself. There was no opportunity, no place, no time, and no need.

Because in the world she used to live in, technology developed rapidly, human potential was infinitely stimulated, and you could travel around the world with a mobile phone. If you searched the Internet, you would find that all your imaginations had already been realized by someone else.

In her previous life, Xin Rubao was a bored person who liked to let her imagination run wild. Although she had no chance to put her ideas into practice, it did not stop her from understanding and learning. Therefore, she, who had always been knowledgeable and had an excellent memory, did remember a lot of useful things.

If we could practice them one by one in this era, it would be an interesting and meaningful thing.

Having read many historical books and biographies, she feels that ancient people were no less intelligent than modern people, and may even be smarter than modern people. After all, the wisdom of modern people is largely derived from the foundation laid by the ancients.

For example, architecture, medicine, agriculture and so on.

Many ancient buildings have remained standing for thousands of years and are regarded as miracles by later generations. Some structures cannot be replicated to this day.

Traditional Chinese medicine is even more profound and has left behind countless mysterious and awe-inspiring legends.

The development of agriculture can better reflect the wisdom of ordinary people. In their continuous production life, they sum up their experience and make various agricultural tools for reclamation, irrigation, weeding and harvesting.

History should have proceeded step by step in this way. But Xin Baoer searched the original owner's memory and found something incredible.

The world she lives in now seems like a space that was suddenly split apart. There is no record of it before the Chu Dynasty. It seems to have appeared out of thin air. Everything is at the beginning of the universe. There is no inheritance, or it can be said that the inheritance is chaotic.

Things that should be popularized are not popular here, such as silk. Historical records show that silk appeared in people's lives before cotton. Here, cotton cloth, cotton thread, and cotton are daily necessities, but silk fabrics are rare.

Glass products, which should have flourished in the Qing Dynasty, are actually very popular in this small country. However, they are relatively expensive and are generally used by wealthy families.

Xin Baoer felt that such chaos provided her with a lot of room to maneuver. If Chu Xingchen was willing to cooperate with her, she could give him a big surprise.

Thinking of this, she stood up excitedly, "Bring me paper and pen."

"Let's go to the desk."

Although Chu Xingchen didn't quite understand her excitement, seeing her happy, his mood also improved. He took her to the desk, personally arranged the paper and pen, and began to grind the ink diligently.

Xin Baoer was in high spirits at the moment, so she ignored him and thought for a while with the pen in her mouth. Then she started to write, carefully drawing every stroke. She could draw, but this was her first time drawing a structural diagram.

While Chu Xingchen was grinding the ink, he watched her write carefully. Slowly, a simple structural diagram of the kang appeared, with the plane, side view, and internal structure all included. It looked quite professional.

After Xin Baoer finished painting, she felt her hands a little sore again, so she put down the pen, rubbed her right wrist with her left hand, and continued to think.

Chu Xingchen wanted to pick it up and take a closer look, but when he saw that she started thinking again, he tactfully did not disturb her.

After a while, Xin Baoer took out another piece of paper and wrote down the principles of the kang, the recommended materials, and even other uses, such as fire walls, greenhouses, etc.

"Okay, see if you can understand it. If there are any unclear parts, I can write it more clearly."

Xin Baoer handed the two pieces of paper to Chu Xingchen together, and then looked at him expectantly.

Her hometown in her previous life was in the Northeast. When she was young, she saw her grandfather cleaning the dust from the kang hole. She was so curious at that time that she followed her grandfather around. As a result, she got herself dirty and was scolded by her mother.

“Why is it suggested to use the material? Can’t you just point it out directly?”

He understood the structure and principles at a glance, but he had no practical life experience and didn't understand the materials.

"Second Master, have you forgotten that I am a woman from the harem? How would I know what building materials are available on the market? Besides, the rich and the poor have different materials for building houses. The rich can use blue bricks and bluestone slabs, while the poor can only use earthen bricks and earthen panels."

"Eighth Miss, what you said makes sense. I am grateful for your advice." Chu Xingchen didn't know what was in his mind, but he respectfully gave Xin Baoer the salute of a student.

Xin Baoer was so frightened that she hurriedly returned the greeting, but she accidentally knocked over the unwashed brush, and ink spots appeared all over her face.

Xin Baoer felt something fell on her face and subconsciously raised her hand to wipe it, but was pulled back by Chu Xingchen.

The moment the big hand held the small hand, both of them were stunned, but Chu Xingchen reacted quickly and took out a handkerchief from somewhere.

I originally wanted to wipe it for her directly, but I was stared at by those round, wet little deer eyes, so I didn't do it. I had to stuff the handkerchief into her little hand and motioned for her to wipe it herself.

Xin Baoer came to her senses when she felt something was stuffed into her hand. She smiled awkwardly and wiped her face carelessly. Without caring whether it was clean or not, she stuffed the handkerchief back and whispered "Thank you!"

"You're welcome, but... you didn't wipe it clean."

Chu Xingchen held back his laughter, raised the handkerchief in his hand, and motioned for her to turn her face over.

Xin Baoer was a little confused, but her head involuntarily raised towards the man and her body leaned forward. There was a table between them, but the atmosphere became more and more ambiguous.

Chu Xingchen looked at the palm-sized little face in front of him, which was white and tender. Maybe because the table was too wide, she had some difficulty leaning forward. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, which was very attractive. Chu Xingchen was stunned and forgot what to do with his hands.

"Cousin, I have arranged everything you asked me to do..." He paused as he entered the house. "Then you guys continue, continue. I'm not in a hurry, not in a hurry."