"Where is there a Wenqu Star in this world? Don't listen to their nonsense!"
Han Mo really hadn't expected that in such a short time, he himself had been bestowed with a divine aura.
These Taoist priests were sparing no effort to win him over.
"Why wouldn't there be? If it weren't for a celestial star descending to the mortal realm, how could such powerful poetry be written?"
Before Han Mo could finish speaking, Chun Tao was already objecting.
"Whether it is or not, I don't know. Alright, I can't be bothered with you. Go and prepare things for me first!"
Han Mo was amused by her. This little girl could be considered his first fanatically devoted fan.
"Understood!"
Chun Tao smiled and turned to get it done.
Ever since they had made a lot of money last time, she hadn't hesitated to be incredibly generous.
As soon as she heard Han Mo needed to prepare some things, before Chun Tao had even left the manor, the manor's blacksmith had come to her.
However, after looking at the drawings Han Mo had made, even the old blacksmith, with his decent skills, was scratching his head.
The things in the drawings were too peculiar. Let alone seeing them, he had never even heard of them.
A large pot lid with a long copper pipe attached, and another smaller set, which looked even stranger.
Four perfectly good iron pots were connected by several small pipes, looking incredibly awkward.
"Young lady, what are these things for?"
The old blacksmith, Old Wang, scratched his head and asked.
"You don't need to know what these things are for. I just want to know if you can make them."
The little girl had been with Han Mo for so long that she had learned to be sensible.
Although the brown sugar from last time was given to others, she had heard that it alone had sold for 150,000 strings of cash.
This time, although she didn't know what Han Mo was up to, she didn't want to be like a blacksmith asking too many questions.
"They can be made, but they are extremely laborious to make!"
The old blacksmith said with a wry smile.
"No matter how laborious it is, just make them. You won't be shortchanged on the reward!"
"Young lady, rest assured. At the latest by tomorrow morning, these things will be delivered to you!"
The old blacksmith's eyes lit up when Chun Tao finished speaking.
"If that's the case, then I'll leave these with you. But you must understand, if these things leak out, you won't get a single cent of your reward!"
"What are you saying, young lady? We all live on this manor, and we see each other every day. I wouldn't dare leak Mo Ge'er's things even if you gave me ten times the courage!"
The old blacksmith quickly said with a fawning smile.
"Good that you understand!"
Chun Tao said before handing over the drawings she held.
After entrusting Chun Tao, Han Mo locked himself in his study.
There were only a little over 20 days left until the grand examination, and he really needed to seize this time to review.
It was good that his extraordinary memory was proving very useful. For those obscure and difficult parts, he could only copy them down separately and ask the teachers at the Imperial Academy tomorrow.
Seeing Han Mo start to study, Chun Tao dared not disturb him. She specifically asked Yue Nu to make a few of his favorite pastries and placed them nearby for him to take at any time.
The night passed uneventfully. When Han Mo returned from the Imperial Academy the next day, the things he had requested had already been delivered by the old blacksmith.
"Mo Ge'er, do these things work for you?"
Seeing Han Mo return, the little girl hurried over.
"That's right, it's these things!"
Han Mo himself hadn't expected that in this season, the little girl had actually managed to get him a lot of tangerines and camellia oil.
At this time, these were truly rare items.
After all, camellia oil was a specialty of the south. In the north, it was truly unheard of.
"Alright, there are no problems with these things. They are perfectly suitable!"
Han Mo said, then directly took out a piece of silver from his sleeve and tossed it to the old blacksmith nearby as his reward.
Although it was a piece of broken silver, judging by its weight, it was at least over two taels.
According to the current exchange rate, if converted to copper coins, it could be exchanged for at least three strings of cash.
For the old blacksmith, this was truly an unexpected windfall, especially since Chun Tao had already paid him his labor fee.
"Alright, let's begin!"
Looking at the jumbled items placed before him, Han Mo skillfully began to assemble the seemingly messy things.
"Why did you call me here? What are you preparing to do?"
Seeing Han Mo about to start working, the little girl Chun Tao hurried to the courtyard gate, preparing to close it.
But before she could close the gate, Zhe Yourong, dressed in men's clothing, walked in from outside.
"What else can I do? Of course, I'm here to teach you the plan to get rich! Close the door, aren't you observant at all!"
Han Mo said, giving her a sideways glance without even looking up.
"Just these?"
Zhe Yourong looked at the messy items placed in front of Han Mo with some doubt.
"We'll talk about it after you see the finished product!"
Han Mo said, then he couldn't be bothered to waste words with her and busied himself with his own work.
Seeing him speak so confidently, Zhe Yourong, though unconvinced, stood by and watched his movements carefully.
After he assembled those strange-looking objects, Han Mo actually sat aside and started peeling oranges.
"You specifically asked me to come here, is it just to watch you eat oranges?"
"Don't you think my way of eating oranges is very beautiful?"
Han Mo said while tossing one to Zhe Yourong.
"I think you're asking for a beating again!"
Zhe Yourong was also speechless at his behavior of looking for trouble when he had nothing else to do.
"I'll take that as a compliment. Alright, all of you come over and help me peel all these orange peels!"
Han Mo said as he beckoned the maids standing nearby.
Indeed, there were many hands that made light work. In a short while, almost a whole basket of oranges had been peeled clean.
Han Mo wasted no time. He had his maids tear the orange peels into pieces and put them into the strange large iron pot nearby.
After adding some water, he had someone bring over a stove and place it under the iron pot to heat.
Watching his peculiar actions, Zhe Yourong became even more curious. She wanted to ask, but seeing Han Mo's furrowed brow, she didn't dare to disturb him.
After more than an hour, Han Mo cautiously opened the smallest iron pot.
"What is this?"