I'm a scumbag?impossible! [Quick Transmigration]

Li Ziyu felt that he relied on brainpower for food. After returning home, he wrote furiously and only wrote down everything he could think of. How to do it at that time depends on the meaning of the big boss.

Thinking of alkali mines and salt mines, Li Ziyu also thought of the current method of mining salt, taking brine from land and sea, frying in the sun, boiling the sea and boiling waves, and turning the brine into salt.

Nowadays, whether it is sea salt, lake salt or well salt, most of them use firewood to decoct, and decocting salt consumes a lot of firewood, which is laborious and laborious.And because of technical reasons, the effect of decoction is not good.

Li Ziyu deeply feels that the merits of environmental protection are in the present, and the benefits will be in the future.It is necessary to improve this salt mining method.

Li Ziyu has past memories, and knows that the easiest way is to filter the beach sand that has been dried in the sun by pouring sea water to make high-salt brine, then store the brine in the pool, evaporate and crystallize in the sun to form salt .

The sea area is so vast that it is an inexhaustible treasure. Once this method is promoted, the common people will no longer have to worry about the problem of high salt prices.

So Li Ziyu swiped his pen again, and gave a copy of the method of drying salt.

Li Ziyu finished writing the notebook and planned to hand it over to Feng Shangshu tomorrow, but he has no control over what to do next!

In more than two months, his baby will be born. He has to think about how to provide a better life for the child, so that his wife will not work too hard.

Wei Kangle's body is much bulkier now, and he still remembers that when Liang Simin came to attend the imperial banquet at the Hou Mansion more than two months ago, he praised him for his slender and flexible figure, and he couldn't even notice that he was pregnant without looking carefully.

But in July, his stomach swelled like a ball, accompanied by many symptoms.

Wei Kangle started to lose his temper as soon as he felt uncomfortable, and Li Ziyu would often be surrounded by him when he went home.

Wei Kangle sometimes lost his temper for no reason, and when he got over it, he felt embarrassed again.

But no matter what he does or makes troubles, Li Ziyu accepts everything according to the order. Who in the house doesn't say that his uncle has a good temper!

As the bedside person, Li Ziyu could see every slight change in Wei Kangle's eyes. He knew that there was a word called "pregnancy syndrome", and that it was normal to have more mood swings during this period. As long as the daughter-in-law is happy.

Fortunately, Wei Kangle, apart from being a little grumpy, slept well and ate deliciously.

At night, Wei Kangle leaned on the bed, and Li Ziyu massaged the acupuncture points on his feet.

Li Ziyu has always been devoted to his daughter-in-law's body, fearing that her legs and feet will be swollen due to pregnancy, so she massages her feet every night after soaking her feet.His technique was very sophisticated, and he pushed Wei Kangle into a drowsy sleep.

Half an hour passed after a whole set of massage, and then it was time for prenatal education.

Wei Kangle thought that Li Ziyu was joking at first, until the little guy in his belly began to react. Sometimes when the time came, the two parents would not interact with him and would have a little temper. Only then did he know what the husband was talking about. Really, I gradually fell in love with prenatal education time.

No, today Li Ziyu was delayed for a while, and a small bag clearly appeared on Wei Kangle's belly. Wei Kangle, who was still drowsy, suddenly regained his energy and urged: "Hurry up!"

Li Ziyu wanted to laugh when he heard this. The original bedtime story was for the little ones, but who would have thought that the older ones would also enjoy listening to it!

He climbed onto the bed, held Wei Kangle in his arms, stroked his smooth and delicate belly and said, "Okay, baby, don't worry, dad will tell you a story about the tortoise and the hare race today."

Wei Kangle reminded from the side: "I've talked about this before."

"Have you told it? It doesn't matter. There is a follow-up to this story. It is said that the rabbit let the tortoise take the lead because of its snooze. , put all the tortoise's family on the dining table, and when the tortoise came back, he was shocked when he saw the rabbit who opened the door, and then saw the old and young on the dining table, and he fainted from fright, so, the rabbit's dining table Just one more delicacy."

"Okay, the story is over, baby, what do you think this story tells us?" Li Ziyu asked, stroking his belly that had been quiet since he started telling the story.

Wei Kangle was afraid that the child would be taught badly, so he hurriedly said: "What your father said is all false, rabbits don't know how to eat meat at all!"

Li Ziyu raised his eyebrows at Wei Kangle, and said with a smile: "You don't know that, do you? Rabbits are actually omnivores. It seems that Lele also needs to learn a lot! But don't be afraid, my husband will make up for you. For homework, I don't know which of you father and son will learn faster!"

After saying this, Li Ziyu obviously felt a small fist bulging under his palm, so he laughed again: "It seems that our little baby is smarter and faster than your father. That's right, you can only have it if you are strong enough." More, if the strength is too weak, it will only be bullied and eaten away!"

As soon as the father's shelf on his side was raised, Wei Kangle twisted it.

Li Ziyu hurriedly begged for mercy, "Oh, madam, I was wrong, you and the baby are both smart, and I am probably the luckiest person in the world to be able to live with you under the same roof!"

Wei Kangle couldn't stop laughing at his singing and reciting performance, and the little guy in his stomach happily blew bubbles.

Li Ziyu extinguished the candle, and the family fell asleep under the soft moonlight.

The next morning, Wen Siyu came to Wuyouyuan again. The two men in the Hou's mansion were busy with their official duties, and Mrs. Hou would come over to chat with her son after finishing the housework.

When she entered the door, she saw Wei Kangle writing something on the small table in front of the window, her eyes lit up immediately, and she said, "I don't know what weird story Qianhong told this time."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for his son to reply, he picked up the one written on the side of the table and read it. Wei Kangle put down the pen, saw his mother finished reading the one in his hand, and then pushed the one he had just finished to his mother. pushed.

After reading it, Wen Siyu said: "This rabbit is really hateful. The tortoise worked so hard to get the first place, but the rabbit actually ate up the whole family because of his face, and even the hard-earned family fortune." It was also taken over, isn't this the dove occupying the magpie's nest?"

But having said that, she still picked up the pen and sketched in the blank space of the paper. In a moment, a straight rabbit was sitting at the table, holding a chopstick in one hand and a spoon in the other, and the scene of preparing to eat a turtle feast was drawn. out.

Wei Kangle watched in admiration. Although he was also influenced by piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he was born unable to sit still, so compared with his mother's painting skills, it is really a heaven and a hell.

……

Since the child was five months old, Li Ziyu told bedtime stories every day. Wei Kangle found these stories very interesting, so he wanted to organize and bind the stories told by her husband.

Li Ziyu was worried that his wife would be bored when he was not at home. Now that Wei Kangle had such an idea, he naturally strongly supported it. He also thought of the comic strips of later generations, so he suggested adding illustrations.Knowing that my wife's painting skills are not so good, I drew two cartoon images for him, and said that children like them.

Wei Kangle thought that kind of painting was weird at first, but after a closer look, he felt that the characters in the painting were naive and interesting.

The lines of this painting method are simple and clear, the characteristics are clear at a glance, and it is very vivid and interesting.Mrs. Hou saw it by chance, and then she began to help her son enrich the content of the storybook, adding a little more fun to a warm and peaceful life.

That night, Mrs. Hou also told this story to Lord Hou. After listening to it, Lord Hou said: "This turtle is like a child walking in a busy city with red gold in his arms. He is in danger without knowing it."

"It's not so exaggerated, it's just a story!" Mrs. Hou only felt that Lord Hou had over-interpreted it.

Wei Hou shook his head with a smile and said: "That's true, it's just a story. However, a person, a family, and a country are all like the tortoise and the rabbit in this story! Although the story is small, the meaning in it is far more than a thousand."

Mrs. Hou also understood what her husband meant, and said: "Master Hou is still very knowledgeable. I am a woman in a deep house, and I am just looking at superficial skills."

Then I told the story of Cinderella that I saw before, "I think that Cinderella is a scheming person. The young girls in the house think that Cinderella is so pitiful that she will be tortured by her stepmother, but Madam Zhao However, if any family can get such a daughter, I am afraid it will be prosperous! What does Hou Ye think?"

Wei Hou pondered for a moment and said: "From the surface, this is just a story of deliberate calculation and unintentional calculation. What kind of woman has the prince never seen before? It is only because of the novelty that he spent a lot of manpower and material resources to find Cinderella.

But if you think about it carefully, that Cinderella is like a dusty pearl, clearly full of talent, but no one around her can understand her.The prince and the Cinderella are just like the emperor and the virtuous minister. The two complement each other. When the good minister meets the emperor, it is time to create a beautiful country together. "

"Your Majesty is really the pillar of the country, no matter what the story is in your mouth, it will become extraordinary!"

Wei Hou couldn't tell whether it was a compliment or a sarcasm, so he simply accepted it as a compliment.

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