Live broadcast shocked the ancients, and the baby returned to the modern era to be the group's

Chapter 174 Produce Cement First!!!
Chao Chao, “…”

"Me, me?"

Uncle Qi regretted it as soon as he finished speaking; he had just slipped his tongue and asked some nonsensical question.
He chuckled dryly, glanced at Jian Yunsang and He Nanzhou, whose clothes clearly indicated they were from the city, and explained, "I was just curious about the child, so..."

He Nanzhou quickly smiled and said, "I was just afraid of causing you trouble."

"No, no, I'm just trying it out," he answered instinctively, then immediately wanted to bite his tongue. Why did he just blurt it out like that when people were being polite?

He was just about to add a few words when He Nanzhou asked Chaochao, "Want to do it yourself?"

Emperor Jingxuan's eyes lit up again. "Yes, yes, Chaochao, why don't you try painting it yourself?" Although they had just seen Uncle Qi painting cement, it was still not as clear and intuitive as seeing Chaochao do it herself.

They even hoped that they could try out any strange and unusual things that Daqi didn't have, as this would definitely be of great help to their research and development.

Chaochao was indeed a little tempted, but she was worried, "I'm afraid I'll break it."

Seventh Uncle, "No, what's wrong with this thing?" Why is he so quick to speak his mind?

He chuckled twice, and seeing that the little girl hesitated but still cautiously took a step forward, he said nothing more.

Instead, he went to the tool bag next to him and picked out the smallest scraper. "Little friend, do you want to use this?"

"Thank you, uncle."

"Hehe, you're welcome, you're welcome. Be careful not to cut yourself. This thing won't break, but you should be careful not to bump into anything."

He was genuinely afraid that the little girl from the city would cut him.

Thinking of this, Uncle Qi couldn't help but glance at Jian Yunsang and He Nanzhou, thinking to himself that these parents were really carefree. Why did they let their child play with cement?

However, Jian Yunsang and the other two were fine. Chaochao was five years old and had two years of experience in 'independent survival', so this little experience was nothing to worry about.

Chaochao took a deep breath, picked up the small scraper, and watched as Uncle Qi shoveled a lump of cement and slapped it onto the bricks.

She also shoveled a small piece, but the scraper in her hand was too small, unlike the one in Uncle Qi's hand. The first time, Chaochao didn't control the amount well, and before she could pat it onto the brick, the cement fell softly to the ground.

Chaochao was completely stunned. She looked helplessly at Jian Yunsang, a look of 'I think I've caused trouble or done something wrong' appearing on her face.

Jian Yunsang stepped forward and patted her head. "It's alright."

Uncle Qi said, "It's alright, it's alright. Look, I dropped quite a bit when I was painting." As he spoke, he scooped up the clump of cement that Chaochao had dropped on the ground, put it back into the cement pile, and mixed it in. "See, isn't that better now?"

Chaochao, "..." Is this even possible?
Even if it falls to the ground, can it still be remade?
Emperor Jingxuan's eyes grew brighter and brighter. "This cement is truly a good thing; not a single drop will be wasted."

"The key is that it's cheap." The Minister of Revenue was also very satisfied.

This thing is obviously cheap but very useful, and it will definitely make the imperial court a lot of money in the future.

However, “Your Majesty, the entire Great Qi can see the sky and hear Mr. He’s method. I’m afraid the people can make the cement themselves.”

The Grand Tutor said, "That's true, but not everyone can make cement. Mr. He only explained the basic procedures; we still need to figure out the specifics ourselves. Ordinary people can't do it. Only the wealthy and powerful can. If they were to develop it and sell it..."

The Minister of Revenue declared loudly, "It is absolutely unacceptable to compete with the court for profits, Your Majesty. Why not prohibit the private sector from researching and producing cement and bring this technology back to the court?"

Emperor Jingxuan pondered for a moment, then asked, "What do you all think?"

A heated discussion broke out below. Some people thought it was difficult; if they were researching and producing it in private, who would know?
However, most officials still felt that cement should not be allowed to be sold freely by those merchants.

After much discussion, it was decided that the imperial court would temporarily develop the cement, and local governments would select merchants to manufacture and sell it, with price fluctuations limited to prevent excessive increases. As for those who privately developed cement for small-scale projects like painting their own houses and roads, the imperial court would not interfere, nor could it possibly manage such cases, but private sales were prohibited.

However, these are likely temporary. The demand for cement will be huge in the future, and at a certain point, private manufacturing and sales will be permitted again.

This first wave of money must be earned by the imperial court.

Emperor Jingxuan ordered the Ministry of Revenue to draft a set of regulations, and instructed the Ministry of Works to expedite the development of cement, which had shown promising progress, while other matters could be postponed.

After the discussion was over, when Emperor Jingxuan looked up at the sky again, Chaochao had already completed her first cement-painting record.

The little girl was quite excited, her face flushed.

Uncle Qi gave her a thumbs up, "Little girl, you're so skillful."

"Thank you, Uncle. I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Having seen the cement and even tried applying it herself, Chaochao followed her parents back to Su Fangrong's house next door.

After washing her hands, Chaochao took a big gulp of water from her cup.

Su Fangrong cut oranges for them, as well as a plate of kiwis, and washed the cherries that Jian Yunsang had brought, placing them in the main room.

"Teacher Jian, please sit here for a while. I'll go cook lunch."

Chaochao sat obediently in the chair and paused for a moment when she saw Su Fangrong go to the yard to fetch firewood and come in.

firewood?

Does Sister Su use firewood when cooking?
She couldn't resist going to the kitchen to take a look.

Jian Yunsang saw through her thoughts, smiled, and took her hand, leading her to the kitchen.

As soon as she stood at the kitchen door, Chaochao exclaimed "Eh!"

The people of Daqi under the sky also let out a "Huh?"

Lin Lan exclaimed in surprise, "Is this a stove? Although it's a bit different from our stoves, I never expected that there would still be stoves in later generations, and they also burn firewood. They always used gas stoves to light the fire."

Daya guessed, "Perhaps this is the difference between the city and the village?"

“But in our Great Qi, people in the city also use stoves.”

...Well, there's no way to explain that.

Chaochao looked up at Jian Yunsang, her eyes filled with obvious confusion, "Mom, doesn't Sister Su's family use a gas stove?"

Gas stoves are very convenient.

Su Fangrong was chopping vegetables when she heard this and said with a smile, "Our village doesn't have gas pipelines yet, but we can use gas. However, it's just my grandparents living at home. They're used to using the stove, so they haven't thought about changing it."

Gas pipeline? Coal gas?

The people of Daqi, under the vast sky, seemed lost in thought.

So, the principle behind igniting a gas stove by hand requires opening this pipe first?

Does Su Fangrong mean that the entire village needs to be connected before it's possible?