The air conditioner replacement that Zhao Hao wanted to tinker with, called "Kule", is one of the three major inventions in India, known as the caste and magic oil.

After breakfast, he did what he said, and worked in the study for a whole morning, and finally took out the design sketch. Without Zhang Jian, Zhao Shizhen's disciples who had mastered the three views helped him turn the idea into drawings. Mr. Zhao and Secretary Ma, who only knows how to draw, are indeed an amateur in this work.

Fortunately, it is not an assembly line product, just want to make do with it.

Simply put, this thing is a large louver box with straw in three sides, a fan on the front, and a water storage tank at the bottom. A small water pump is placed in the sink. Water is pumped to the louver on three sides, and the straw on the louver is wet. This uses the principle of cooling the water curtain to instantly turn hot air into cool air and finally blow out by the fan.

As the choice of one billion Indian people, the cooling effect is naturally very good. Moreover, the structure is simple and the materials are simple. The only problem is that the water pump and fan require power, but this is not a problem for Mr. Zhao. His main energy this morning was to solve this problem.

Zhao Hao's method is to install a large water tank on the top of the blind box, with three thin small pipes at the bottom of the tank. In this way, as long as water is added to the water tank, the water will flow along the small pipe to the straw, which can replace the water pump. The battery life depends on the size of the water tank, it is nothing more than adding water a few more times... Anyway, Mr. Zhao doesn't need to add it.

As for fans, it is even simpler. In this era, there have been various human-powered fans, including vertical shafts, hand-pulled feet, and copper leaves with wood leaves. It depends on which carpenters have. If you don’t pick on them, you can use them.

The shipmaster Lao Mu, who was responsible for the production of the First Blood, worked with several local carpenters for the afternoon and repeatedly debugged and improved. Finally, when it was dark, the first cool music in the Ming Dynasty was officially announced.

This Cool Le uses a horizontal crank fan, which alternately pulls the two ropes left outside, so that the air can be continuously delivered. The advantage of this is that the rope can be longer, and the maid can pull the rope outside the house without having to stand in front of him. This is very important, otherwise, when Mr. Zhao and his two sisters are sleepy, they will have to stand on the head of the bed, and they will lose any sexual nature.

By the same token, the craftsmen also added water inlet pipes to the water tank and water outlet pipes to the sink, so that they could all be operated outside without disturbing the young master all the time.

When Mr. Zhao came home from get off work in the evening, he stood in front of the wooden blind box with square heads and brains, feeling the cool wind slowly brought by the fan, and his body was covered in stinky sweat quickly dissipated. The long-lost comfort made him so he hurriedly told Zhao Hao to build a few more units tomorrow and install them for several old men.

"Let's give Lin Zhongcheng first." Zhao Hao reminded him: "He is a patient and is particularly afraid of heat."

"Yes, yes, Lin Zhongcheng returned all the generous gifts prepared by each family. I was worried about what to do. He would definitely accept this." Zhao Shouzheng danced happily, obviously in a great mood.

Zhao Hao finally stopped being full of big men anytime and anywhere, and his hair and armpits were kept dry. Now he was in the mood to joke.

"It seems like today is another wonderful day."

"That's right, Mr. Liu and the others praised him for being a father in front of Lin Zhongcheng today, which made me feel embarrassed." Mr. Zhao sat down with his feet, but he couldn't see any shame. He asked someone to invite Lao Pan and Lao Wu to have some drinks together tonight.

After a while, Pan Zhongyan and Wu Chengen arrived. Both of them praised Zhao Hao's cool music, and they were even more happy to hear that they could use it the day after tomorrow.

"But why is this name weird? How can it be explained by cool music?" Pan Zhongqian asked strangely.

"It's the joy of the hot summer." Wu Chengen is worthy of being a writer and has first-class far-fetched ability.

Mr. Zhao gave him a thumbs up, saving him from brain cells explaining.

"Oh, that's it." Pan Zhongqi nodded, thinking that it should be called "summer joy" to be accurate, right?

The four of them sat around Kule, and when they started to eat Mr. Zhao, who had been thinking about playing the side stove.

What is life? Life is eating hot pot with air conditioning. After trying it, you will truly feel what it means to cook buns... Oh no, the taste of happiness.

Moreover, in Chaozhou, you can even buy fresh beef openly in the market, without having to let the beef fall to death, drown, or die of illness to eat it. What are the bullshit rules of the court that do not exist?

I picked up a piece of red and white hanging dragon, and after seven or eight seconds, I quickly picked it up, and then passed it into the local flavor of sausage sauce and put it into my mouth. The tender, fragrant and soft taste directly awakened the appetite of the four people who had been sleeping for more than a month.

"Oh my god, why is it so delicious?" Mr. Zhao's eyes were glaring. For more than a month, he felt that everything he had tasted was as delicious as chewing wax.

"The main thing is that the cold wind is blowing, I finally have an appetite, right?" Wu Chengen is older, and even more so.

Pan Zhongqiu didn't care about speaking, and rinsed it down one by one, and soon he ate it and sweated heavily.

Then the sweat was blown away by the coolness, it was so cool!

After eating 70% full, he drank two sips of iced plum wine and burped a lot and said, "When Lin Zhongcheng visited my third brother this afternoon, he told me that after he returned, he was going to order the students of all prefectures, prefectures, counties and counties to learn science, and asked me to lend him a few teachers. Have he told you about this?"

"No." Zhao Hao used long wooden chopsticks to pick up a piece of squid slices and rolled it on the tiles, shaking his head, "Maybe I'm afraid I will refuse, so I won't be able to speak again. Let's find you to try it out first."

"Well. Lin Zhongcheng is as careful as his hair, so he should think so." Pan Zhongqin nodded. "Then do you agree?"

"This is a good thing, why don't you agree?" Zhao Hao laughed with a hot air: "I don't look down on them. Taking a few books about "Small Knowledge of Physics", "A Beginner of Geometry", "Basic Algebra" and so on is enough to send those dull scholars. Just send a few people over there, and it can also expand the influence of science."

"But the students are utilitarian, so it's hard to say how many people are willing to distract themselves, right?" Wu Chengen had studied at the Imperial College in the county school, and no one understands the mentality of a scholar better than him.

"Especially those old scholars who failed the exam repeatedly, they like to complain about the world and find the reason for their failure. Be careful to be their target." Wu Chengen looked depressed when he said this, as if he had returned to the years when he failed the exam repeatedly.

"Don't think what I said is impossible. You students who have won the top scorer and named Hanlin will not experience the pain of learning from a poor student. So you can't understand it either. We... Oh no, it's how distorted the psychology of people like them..."

"Oh..." Seeing that Mr. Wu was so worried that he would complain, Zhao Shouzheng and Pan Jixun didn't know what to say.

"Drink and drink." Zhao Hao smiled and smoothed out, "Don't worry, Mr. Wu, don't look at my father and Mr. Tianquan now. But I bet that you and Mr. Qingteng are truly famous for their eternity. And you have a greater influence than Mr. Qingteng. In a few hundred years, there will be a large group of people relying on you to support you. They will even have a China-US collaborative match..."

If there is an America then.

"You said the novel I wrote? Alas, I don't know if it can be published, whether it can be signed after it is published, and whether it can be obtained after it is signed..." Wu Chengen was getting sadder and almost cried. "Why do I feel so frustrated?"

Zhao Hao patted Lao Wu's back sympathetically. It's not a sin for a man to cry, and taste the tears that have been away for a long time.

In fact, Lao Wu didn't know that he would become the most powerful writer in history, no doubt. How many years did those guys have been free for him? The four traditional Chinese classics and ten novels, and those people just caught a monkey to flee! But they even refused to go to his hometown to burn some paper money for him!

It would be fine to pull the monkey's hair, but who could make the monkey's hair turn into millions of monkeys? But some people even pulled the old Wu's hair, and they were from the age of 28 to the death of 82. Zhao Hao wanted to bloom when he saw Lao Wu, and he thought that Journey to the West was from Zhangkou.

Zhao Hao patted Lao Wu's shoulder sympathetically and said, "I promise, you will live to see it published and adapted, with a bold and open signature, and get the copyright fee."

"Yes." Wu Chengen nodded and choked, "Forget the signature, just give it a lot of money."

"Uh, let's talk about it then." Zhao Hao was speechless for a moment. He turned to ask Pan Zhongqin and said, "What do you think of Mr. Tianquan?"

"I think it's better not to sign..." Pan Zhongqiu said deeply: "Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll cause big trouble. Although sarcasm is not important at the moment, who knows whether the direction of the wind will change in a few years? It's not worth it to let the Jinyiwei come to him at that time."

"Don't make a fool of yourself. I didn't allude to the late emperor!" Wu Chengen protested.

"Don't you tell me yourself? Did I say you allude to the late emperor?" Pan Zhongqi smiled strangely and said, "You are guilty of being a thief."

"You are treacherous!"

"Stop, stop, stop, I didn't ask "Journey to the West". I asked about Lin Zhongcheng. What do you think?" Seeing that the two were about to fight, Zhao Hao quickly stopped.

"Oh, you're talking about that." Pan Zhongqi smiled embarrassedly and coughed, "I don't think the problem is big. It has been four or five years since the beginning of the Lingji Palace. Especially after two major competitions, at least it is very famous among scholars. Many people even regard science as the third force besides Neo-Confucianism and the third force besides Mind Science, so many people should be interested."

"And our Phoenix Academy has started enrolling students this year. Without a certain accumulation of mathematics, physics and chemistry knowledge, it is difficult to pass the entrance examination." After a pause, he said proudly: "Guangdong's literary fortune is not strong. Which of the students from prefectures, prefectures, counties and universities do not want to go to our academy for further studies? Therefore, students should be very welcome to hold science classes, right?"

"I don't think so." Wu Chengen still sang the opposite tune: "There are tens of thousands of students in Guangdong Province who can enter Phoenix Academy after all. Many people think they have no hope and think it is unfair. Don't forget that the Chinese people are sick and do not suffer from poverty or unevenness!"

"It makes sense." Pan Zhongqin was also a little confused. After all, he was also an elite among scholars, and his grasp of the mentality of a poor student was definitely not as good as Lao Wu.

"Let's do that." Mr. Zhao finally said to Xi Ni: "It's still the same rule. Write an investigation report first. If there is no investigation, there is no right to speak. Then pilot it. I think the pilot will be placed in Chaozhou. There is no problem with the pilot. 70% of the teachers and students in each school agree, and then send teachers to offer science classes."

As he said that, he said to Pan Zhongqiu: "Just tell Lin Zhongcheng."
Chapter completed!