Sheng Tang: What is Liu Jianjun going to do today?

Chapter 160 Is Zhongnan Mountain really that high?
Unsurprisingly, Wang Bo also got drunk.

Looking at the three people sprawled out in the courtyard—a scholar, a general, and a rebel—Liu Jianjun smiled helplessly, looked at Li Xian, and said, "Shall we go for a walk?"

Li Xian naturally didn't care.

He didn't even finish that small glass of wine; he just took a sip, thought it didn't taste very good, and put it down. He wasn't drunk at all.

He stood up and asked, "Where to?"

Liu Jianjun replied, "Let's go for a walk through the back gate, take a stroll, and maybe help us choose a location for our cotton factory."

Then, after thinking for a moment, he said, "Get on the horse."

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The two Ferghana horses that Taiping sent were brought back to Chang'an and kept in the Prince of Pei's residence. They were fed and cleaned by servants every day.

Jinghong was extremely excited when she saw Li Xian, circling around him and rubbing against his back, seemingly hoping that he would ride her for a spin. Liu Jianjun's whirlwind charge, on the other hand, was quite arrogant, snorting at Liu Jianjun before taking small steps in place.

Li Xian mounted his horse, while Liu Jianjun was already ahead. His riding skills had improved noticeably, and he no longer rode like a delicate young girl picking flowers. He casually draped his thighs over the horse's belly, looking relaxed and carefree.

Liu Jianjun specially rode a horse, so Li Xian was also prepared, thinking that the two of them would be going to a very far place this time.

But as soon as Liu Jianjun stepped out of the back door, he headed towards the southeast corner of Qinglongfang.

That direction only leads to Huangqu.

"Are you heading to Huangqu?" Li Xian spurred his horse to catch up with him and asked with some curiosity, "Didn't we come out to choose a site for the cotton factory?"

In Li Xian's view, the process of forming cotton cloth is not like that of silk. The silk reeling process requires rinsing with water, but cotton hardly uses water at all - at least Liu Jianjun has no plans to dye cotton cloth.

Why would a cotton factory like this choose to be near a water source? Wouldn't it be better to choose a place with a high population density?

Liu Jianjun didn't speak, and for the first time, Li Xian saw hesitation on his face.

"What's wrong?" Li Xian asked with some concern.

"No, I was thinking about something." Liu Jianjun shook his head. "Do you remember when I asked Aisha to make a cotton spinning wheel?"

Li Xian nodded, puzzled.

“I specifically asked Aisha to change the spinning wheel that was operated by both hands into a spinning wheel that allowed for the separation of hands and feet.”

"Isn't this a good thing? With hands and feet separated, the spinning speed is more than 30% faster."

“Yes… but I have another way to make spinning speed three times faster, or even thirty times faster.” Liu Jianjun shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Li Xian was shocked; he thought Liu Jianjun was bragging.

If spinning speed were thirty times faster, wouldn't a person's hands cramp up?
I'm afraid even the Weaver Girl in heaven wouldn't be able to keep up.
Liu Jianjun didn't say anything, just kept walking forward with his head down, occasionally tugging lightly on the reins to stop Whirlwind from eating the dry grass by the roadside. Li Xian thought to himself, "The servants in the manor are really lazy; they haven't even fed the horses properly."

"The problem now is that I know this thing exists, but I'm not sure if I can manage to assemble it... Damn it, I should have studied more!" Liu Jianjun said with some frustration.

Li Xian wanted to laugh at him, but after looking at Liu Jianjun's somewhat desolate back, he said, "Liu Jianjun."

"Ok?"

“Look,” Li Xian said, pointing to the Zhongnan Mountains in the distance.

Liu Jianjun glanced at it, then turned his head back: "What's wrong? It's not pretty because it hasn't snowed."

"Is Zhongnan Mountain high?" Li Xian asked. "Of course it is, the clouds are level with it."

“But some people have climbed up there.” Li Xian paused and said, “Zhongnan Mountain is there, and someone will always be able to climb it.”

He looked at Liu Jianjun and said, "Since you're sure there's such a thing, then we can work hard to make it happen. Just like Zhongnan Mountain, although it's high, it's there, and we can climb it. If we can't climb it today, we can climb it tomorrow; if we can't climb it tomorrow, we can climb it the day after tomorrow; if we can't climb it, our descendants can."

Liu Jianjun turned his head in surprise: "Xianzi, when did you start speaking so philosophically?"

Li Xian glared at him angrily and said, "I just didn't want to see you so dejected. You are Liu Jianjun, the Liu Jianjun who can do anything."

This time, Liu Jianjun suddenly grinned and said, "That's right, there's nothing I can't do!"

Then, he spurred his horse toward Li Xian and said, "Do you know what I'm doing with that bunch of soldiers who only have the strength of an arm that Xue Da trains?"

Li Xian looked at him with great interest.

"You're really boring. I ask you to guess, and you just sit there waiting for the answer." Liu Jianjun was deflated, but he seemed to have inexhaustible energy. He quickly perked up again and continued, "I'm planning to make something that can cause damage within a radius of several meters or even tens of meters when thrown out!"
"That thing doesn't require much technology. I've thought about it, and I can make it myself, but the only drawback is that it takes some strength to throw it!"

Li Xian took it as a joke and laughed, saying, "Wouldn't that make me a thunderbolt in the palm of an immortal's hand?"

"Yes! Palm Lightning!"

Liu Jianjun said in a serious tone, "I originally planned to make something even more powerful, but that thing requires some accuracy, and when I think about how difficult it is for you guys to even make a hot pot with two broths, I had to give up on that idea."

Li Xian chuckled to himself.

One moment they were talking about the palm-sized thunderbolt, and the next they were talking about food. Liu Jianjun was definitely just bragging.

Jinghong and Xuanfeng Chongfeng walked slowly, and Huangqu was already close at hand.

But Liu Jianjun didn't stop; he just continued walking slowly forward. Li Xian wasn't in a hurry either, and followed behind him.

This place is already the most remote area of ​​Qinglongfang. Although it is far away from the bustling area around Furongyuan, there are still quite a few people living here because of the Huangqu Canal. Many farmers have also planted some melons and fruits along the Huangqu Canal.

Liu Jianjun was cunning. He spotted a vegetable patch, dismounted, grabbed two unidentified green vegetables with leaves drooping on the ground, and then mounted his horse to make a quick getaway.

Upon closer inspection, Li Xian noticed that beneath the enormous leaf were two radishes connected together.

The radishes weren't very big; the smaller ones were about the size of an adult's fist, and the larger ones weren't much bigger.

He chuckled and said, "You, the chief secretary of the Prince of Pei's mansion, would you really stoop to stealing a few radishes from someone's vegetable garden?"

Liu Jianjun's expression froze for a moment, "That's right!"

He then went back, took out a few coins from his pocket, and placed them next to the radish pit he had dug. After doing all this, he didn't mount his horse, but threw the reins of the Whirlwind Charge to Li Xian, picked up the radish, and swaggered towards the Yellow Canal.

"Go wash off the mud. These radishes, which are buried in the ground for a long time as winter approaches, are sweet and crisp!"

Li Xian followed behind him, amused.

Along the banks of the Yellow Canal, there were some early-rising women, shrouded in a thin mist, their figures indistinct, but the sound of pounding clothes with mallets could be heard.

There was also an angry question: "Where did you pick this radish?"

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(End of this chapter)