Li Xiaobai has good hands-on ability. Before morning meals, he used up all the remaining viscous paste and obtained ten and a half-finished black clay stoves. Only after it was fired can it be considered officially completed.

Compared to the genuine product in the Ganji Sword Store, these semi-finished products are only one-quarter of the size of the stone furnace, and the shape is slightly different. The furnace mouth is slightly closed inward, and a small pot or teapot can be placed on it, which can be heated at the same time, but the real purpose is to continuously and stably dissipate the heat.

After being placed in the furnace, the demon fire bead as big as the quail egg condensed by Qingyao can continuously release heat for two hours. If a larger demon fire ball is invested, it can last for a full twelve hours.

Compared with these mud stoves, warmers and charcoal basins commonly used by ordinary people, the difference is more than a little bit.

But the only pity is that these ten small clay furnaces can only use fire crystals, true fire and demon fire. After all, they are mortal objects with similar components to refractory bricks, and their bearing capacity is limited. Once the fire energy exceeds twelve hours, it may cause the risk of burning the furnace.

However, this level of fire energy cannot enter the slightly narrow furnace opening, so the mud furnace eliminates this possibility from the appearance.

After Li Xiaobai finished his morning meal, he woke Qingyao up from the study and stuffed the pieces of the square table of the Arhat bed back into the storage snake scales. Until the butler reported that the master of the tailor shop had entered the mansion, the listless witch got up again and felt that she could sleep, but she couldn't wait for a while.

The tailor master invited by the careful Wushuang housekeeper was an old woman. When she first saw Qingyao, her eyes lit up.

Such a tall figure, a delicate figure, and a charming appearance that can be worn to show off no matter what you wear. It is a natural clothes rack.

Even if you have a ten-headed figure, you can't pick out a few of them even if you are a man of Dawu.

What is even more amazing is that this woman's temperament is faintly charming, like a fairy who turns into a human form, adding a little color.

After all, the master who has been in the tailoring circle for many years can guess at the same time.

Not only did Li Xiaobai say that, no one in the house dared to talk too much.

If the old woman knew that the girl with a beautiful appearance in front of her was a real witch, she would probably be thirty years younger on the spot, and she would run faster than the young girls and the young men.

While constantly praising the figure of the witch, the old woman measured the size with a leather rope, and quickly recorded all the sizes.

Usually, the master only needs to take a look and guess the same thing. The measurement with the leather rope is just for more precision.

In a short while, Qingyao, Li Xiaobai and Huli's figures were measured. Several servants put the high-quality clothing stocked in the mansion and the clothing that Qingyao bought in the West Market yesterday onto the carriage, and sent the old woman back to the tailor shop. The first piece of clothing would take at least three days to form, and it would take one month to complete all the clothes on Li Xiaobai's mansion.

This transaction alone is enough to allow the tailor shop that takes over the job to have a good New Year.

When Li Xiaobai loaded five clay stoves onto the carriage, as usual, the morning time belonged to the Ganji Sword Shop, and the coursework of the Duke of Jingguo Mansion could be rested, but the inheritance of refining the flying sword was not rested. If he wanted to be lazy, some bad-tempered old man had to come to the door.

As soon as the carriage left Taipingfang, a large group of people were coming towards him. There was a large slat in the middle of the team, with hundreds of riders in front and behind, and more than fifty full-loaded ox carts. The ox pulled the carriage was particularly tall, with white, yellow or black fur, without any slight variegated color. The horses riding were also tall with long heads and long legs, and a strong body. They were a rare horse.

Whether it is a driver or a rider, they are all tiger-backed and bear-bear-waisted, with extremely burly figures, mostly bald, half with ear-length or shoulder-length braids, or even bald heads, with heavy weapons on their waists and backs, mostly maces and giant axes. Some people with metal armor embedded in leather armor also have tattoos on their faces, and they all look wild and ferocious.

In front of the team, there was an imperial guard leading the way, holding a wooden sign with the words "avoidance", looking like he was about to enter Hanguang Gate along the Heng Street, and it seemed that another envoy was coming.

Passers-by along the way were all terrified and dodged on both sides of the road, fearing that they would collide with these vicious aliens.

When they saw Li Xiaobai's carriage, these aliens and the imperial guards were stunned at first, and then they stopped. Everyone stared at the rare four-wheeled carriage. The originally bustling streets became quiet inexplicably.

Li Xiaobai's carriage is unique in the imperial capital Tianjing. It has double-horse traction, large, spacious and high four-wheeled carriage, simple universal joints, steel plate shock absorption and ball bearings, which makes the carriage very load-carrying capacity and comfort. Even the wealthy and prominent private carriages are much inferior to it, and there is even more than one technical difference between the two.

Once such a carriage appears on the streets of the imperial capital, it will be hard to forget once you look at it.

"Young Master! There may be a change!"

He noticed the strange atmosphere on the street and countless eyes staring at him, Hu Li touched the seat under him. Since he had had a fight with Feng Xuanguo's envoy, he brought two eight-edged golden gourd hammers to the car, and if he didn't know what was wrong, he would swing it!

"Don't panic, keep moving forward!"

Li Xiaobai'an sat in the carriage. Although he did not open the curtain or poke out the window to look, his glass heart just enveloped the Rong people in front of the team.

My body was shaking slightly and my breath was heavy. A pair of thick-haired hands wanted to grab the weapons behind or around my waist, but with a slight movement, it shrank back. The eyes that were exposed with unwillingness and fear were filled with two emotions.

Suddenly, I heard someone shouting in the middle of the team, and the faint commotion instantly calmed down.

Hu Li continued to move forward in the carriage. The aliens parked in front of him immediately leaned to the right, gave up a passage, and continued to move forward slowly.

In this depressing and strange atmosphere, Li Xiaobai's carriage passed by the team without any danger. Instead, the tiger power driving and the foreign men stared at each other as if they were provocative, with a great momentum of disagreement and dissatisfaction.

"Did that evil man be in this carriage? It doesn't look very good!"

The Di Ren prince muttered disdainfully, and he could not understand why the high priest became so afraid of the other party.

"His Royal Highness Baru, although the body of the goshawk is not as strong as that of the tiger and wolf, it can sometimes hunt tiger and wolf! So don't underestimate every strong man!"

Sitting on the back of the horse, the high priest with black and red wrinkles on his face held the bone scepter, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the four-wheeled carriage passing by the team, as if even his eyes were submerged under the layers of wrinkles.

He vaguely felt that every move of his and others was falling into the "gaze" of the man in the carriage.

"Hmph! We are the people of Canglang, how could we be afraid of these southern barbarians!"

The Han people called the people of Huangxu Kingdom Beidi, and Prince Balu, like all the people of Di, called the Han people of the Dawu Dynasty Nanman.

In fact, the real barbarians were still in the south of the Dawu Dynasty, and were the main population of the Mang Kingdom and Yueqing Kingdom, and were divided into Bai Barbarians and Black Barbarians.

"Can Your Highness smash the armor, weapons and vehicles of more than 200 people in the Fengxuan Kingdom's envoys in a blink of an eye without hurting one?"

Hearing the proud words of His Highness the Prince, the high priest Yachak retracted his gaze and looked at him with a smile.

"No, no!" Prince Baru was like a duck holding his mouth. He stumbled a few times, and his strong muscles jumped involuntarily, but it was irrefutable. He could smash armor, weapons and vehicles and could naturally kill more than 200 people in seconds. If he had probably had to kill for a while, and even had to pay a considerable price.

Finally, he clenched his fists unwillingly, made a crackling sound, and said angrily: "It's just a magician!"

"Canglang's reputation is not only based on courage, but also on wisdom and unity. It is also for the most fierce culprits to temporarily restrain their minions."

The high priest said meaningfully.
Chapter completed!