Without certain elements, it’s naturally impossible to have strong strength.
But it does look good, if the strength could be improved, perhaps ceramic tiles could be made.
Ye Muyu had Liuye step on it.
The ceramic slab showed no reaction.
Li Mingde watched nervously.
Ye Muyu was also full of anticipation.
"Have someone else e over."
A strong man obediently walked over and stepped onto it.
Unexpectedly, it did not break.
"Add weights to it," Ye Muyu decisively said.
Two strong men together lifted the wooden box filled with stones and placed it on top.
The wooden box was not big, smaller than the ceramic slab, and contained stones to test its weight capacity.
When the weight reached two hundred pounds.
The ceramic slab shattered into several pieces with a bang.
Li Mingde almost cried, looking at the failed piece with a mournful face.
Ye Muyu, however, considered this an unexpected good progress: "Actually, it’s quite good; it shows that people can step on it, but it can’t bear heavy weights."
"Master Li, have you noted the proportions?" Ye Muyu thought, if possible, they’d really fire a batch of ceramic tiles. Of course, not all to pave roads, but for interior decoration, as an added novelty.
"Noted."
"I think this time’s progress is good, the hardness has improved significantly pared to before."
"Master Li, this time what I fired has improved in hardness pared to before, e see what differences there are..." Ye Muyu went off to study it with Li Mingde.
Meanwhile,
After the morning court session ended,
Chu Heng went to the Imperial Study to see Emperor Xuanming.
Of course, this was because he had submitted a memorial earlier, and was summoned by the Emperor.
When he went in, Emperor Xuanming was looking at his policy theories, as well as the instructions for making soap with sheep oil, and the method for making candles with sheep oil.
"You came just in time, my dear minister. Could your instructions be circulated in the market?"
"Not yet." Chu Heng shook his head: "These instructions came about after I listened to the lady’s advice and experimented with sheep oil. Though I’m not skilled, I did manage to produce some finished products, albeit they’re quite unattractive."
Hearing him say this, Emperor Xuanming instead laughed.
"May I take a look?" Emperor Xuanming asked.
Chu Heng nodded: "Certainly, I was merely worried it might offend your gaze, so I didn’t present it directly before."
As he spoke, he took a wooden box from his sleeve and handed it to He Dequan, who was attending nearby.
At this moment, He Dequan already respected Chu Heng greatly, knowing that recently, with Beirong’s restlessness and possible breach of treaty news reaching the palace, the Emperor hadn’t been this happy for a long time.
After all, the peace treaty was just signed, and if the People of Beirong broke the pact soon after, it would suggest Great Chu lacked deterrence. In future history books, this would be ridiculed.
He Dequan first opened the wooden box, saw the milky white soap cake inside and a slightly whiter candle, confirmed there was nothing else, and then presented it to Emperor Xuanming.
Emperor Xuanming took out the soap inside and smelled it: "There seems to be no scent in it."
"Yet it looks better than ordinary soap."
"I wonder about its cleansing efficacy?"
"I tested it at the residence, it’s quite good, parable to the high-quality soaps sold in the market now. The only drawback is I didn’t add spices to it, so it has no scent. Its price might not be high, but moners wouldn’t care about whether it has a fragrance, as long as it’s useful."
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