I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

  Chapter 199 Shishi said there must be light

  As a descendant of a mirror merchant, Luo Chen was the first to realize that mirrors can reflect light.

  This gave everyone inspiration.

  Bu Zhan pinched his knuckles and touched the glass finger on it. Putting this thing in the sun can refract the sun. "That's right, if we want to borrow light, then the mirror is a good carrier. The question is, how to use the mirror to borrow light?"

  Ping Sheng, the carpenter's son, said, "It would be nice if there was a mirror as big as the roof."

  Luo Chen laughed loudly, "How can a mirror be used as a roof? The other side of the mirror is opaque, and the light is reflected into the sky. Besides, where can I find a mirror that is as big as the roof?"

  Hearing this, Baicaoshi couldn't help admiring. It is because of the bold imagination of people like Buzhan that later generations have the Crystal Palace and Glass House. Human creativity turns everything that seems impossible into reality.

   "If the other side of the mirror is also polished, can it be used as a mirror room?" Baicaoshi walked among several students and saw the drawings on the table.

  Because of the last Chongyang climb, these people all know Baicaoshi and have a good impression of her. I just have reservations about Baicao Poetry's point of view.

"Miss Bai, did you hear our discussion just now? What do you think?" Bu Zhan discussed modestly. He had dealt with Baicaoshi before, whether it was Dendrobium, Agarwood, overseas travel, or golf. I don't see through her, so I respect her ideas.

  Seeing Bu Zhan's attitude, those two people were also very polite to Baicaoshi.

Baicaoshi sat down at the table with high spirits, "I just said it casually, and you don't mind if I make a mistake. Who stipulates that the mirror can only be polished on one side. What if both sides can be illuminated? What if both sides can be illuminated?" Mirrors, if they are used on windows or on roofs, what will happen? I know that such a large mirror cannot be made now, but who says it will not be made in the future. The ancient sages probably would not have thought of it. , Their descendants will not need to eat raw food or wear leaves one day, but they will still be able to fill their stomachs and keep warm. Human energy may exceed your imagination!"

   "Good! Good!" Several students were applauding Baicaoshi. Unexpectedly, she is a woman with such insight. Listening to what you say is better than reading books for ten years.

  Bu Zhan looked at Baicao Poetry for a moment, thinking of the last discussion about An Nanguo in the South China Sea, then he lowered his head and passed his fingers across his heart as if unintentionally. He didn't understand why Baicao Poetry could make his heart beat like a drum just by saying a few words, which had nothing to do with poetry or interest.

  Luo Chen was the most excited, his eyes glistened, "I have a feeling, if this kind of mirror that can illuminate both sides is made, my family's business will definitely be improved."

  Baicaoshi thought to herself, sure, how much commercial value does glass have. "As for the roof, I think everyone can open their minds. Who said that the roof must be flat, or the royal eaves, verandas, and gable slopes?"

  She picked up a pen and drew several modern roofs on paper.

   As for whether others can understand it, she doesn't care.

   Bu Zhan stared at the lines on the paper, and suddenly slapped his forehead, "I see."

Immediately, he also picked up a pen and drew some triangular folded lines on the paper, one after another, he pointed to the folded lines and said: "The roof is built like this, and some holes are opened to allow light to come in, but the folded lines block the entry of wind. Where the light reaches, it is reflected by mirrors. After several reflections, the light can reach the plants. Of course, this premise is that many mirrors are needed.”

  Baicaoshi suddenly remembered that he had seen similar old German-style houses in modern times with this kind of mansard roof. What is the brain of a genius? Even Baicao Shi was surprised by Bu Zhan's whimsy. "Student Bu, you're amazing!"

  She patted Bu Zhandi's shoulder casually, and Bu Zhan's face turned red into an apple.

   "The details still need to be optimized, but I think it should be no problem to apply for Baigong." Ping Sheng concluded.

  Baicaoshi has already got up and walked out, "I think you are capable of all kinds of crafts, hey, the academy is crouching tiger, hidden dragon."

   "Miss Bai." Bu Zhan called again, but Baicaoshi had disappeared, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

  **

  In the carriage moving forward, Oriha was reading the letter.

  Li Jianping shared a carriage with him, and couldn't help but always look at him.

   "Mr. Zheyu, how does it feel to see someone write to you?"

Zhe Yu folded the letter paper and put it in his arms carefully, "Then first, you have to ask for a wife. Your daughter-in-law must be able to write and be willing to write for you. If she knows how to farm or raise pigs, there is probably no way." I wrote to you."

  Li Jianping: "..."

   Is he looking for abuse by himself? He doesn't even have a decent home. Where can he get a wife? But looking at the corner of Zhe Yu's mouth raised, Li Jianping understood that he was in a good mood at the moment. "What did the girl in Bai say in her letter?"

   "Shishi said that when I return home, there will be plum blossom wine."

  Li Jianping couldn't understand, "Can plum blossoms make wine? I've never heard of it. Is it good?"

  Zhe Yu gave him a white look, it would be strange if he didn't play single like this, there is no interest at all.

  He took out a pen and paper from under the small table, and began to reply to Baicaoshi.

  The carriage arrived in a small town, Li Jianping was bored, and opened the curtain to look out. Zhe Yu raised his eyes inadvertently, and suddenly his pupils shrank. A woman riding a white horse passed by in front of her. The profile and back of her glimpse were very similar to the poetry of Baicao.

   "Poetry?"

  **

   Pigeons are busy.

  Baicaoshi is also very busy. In the middle of the night, she was lying in bed, reading Zhe Yu's letter by the oil lamp.

"In the past, I only thought that thinking by day and dreaming by night were idiots' strange words, but today I seem to really see you, riding a pure white horse. Speaking of which, you haven't learned how to ride a horse. Academy My yellow puma is now my exclusive mount. I named him Huang Lu. If you want to learn, I will teach you when I go back."

  Huang Lu, hehe, he and Fei Lu are of the same generation.

  Wanzhou is still very cold at night, Baicaoshi is wrapped in a quilt and sits at the desk.

  "There are many people in the world who look similar. You must see no evil, hear no evil, and recite no evil. I have clairvoyance and can see you."

"It's very interesting to discuss greenhouse design with a few college students today. I think I found three more talented people. Bu Zhan, you know, I think his talent can be a minister of the Ministry of Industry. That Ping Sheng and Luo Chen is also very flexible in mind, if you send it to the household department, you can probably earn a lot of money."

  Baicaoshi just wrote the letter jokingly, completely unaware that today's suggestion will one day become reality. Those three people would also like to thank her for her recommendation today.

   After writing the letter, Baicaoshi went to bed.

   This night, she had a dream. In the dream, there was a forest, the wind was bleak, Zhe Yu ran after the woman.

  The woman gave birth to a face that resembled Baicaoshi, but the moment she looked back, she stabbed a sword into Zhe Yu's chest.

  Zhe Yu held the hilt of the sword, with blood flowing down the gap, he hesitated and helpless, and asked in a deep and hoarse voice: "Shishi, why are you doing this to me?"

  The woman lifted her mask bit by bit, revealing a skeleton face. The skeleton opened its mouth wide, and the zombies usually came to bite off Yu's neck.

   "Ah!" Baicaoshi woke up from the dream with sweat on her forehead.

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  (end of this chapter)