In the backyard of the Mo Mansion.
Meton had a laboratory. Usually, no one was allowed to enter, not even his best friends, Qin Huaiyu and the other two.
When he had nothing to do, Meton would work in this laboratory for half a day. The laboratory contained the most advanced experimental equipment of this era. There was even a simple boiler, which was burning fiercely.
Now, Meton had lost all interest in these equipment in the laboratory, because once glass appeared, all the utensils here would be outdated.
This was also the reason why Meton had always wanted to develop glass in the Mo Family's village. Once glassware appeared, many experiments of later generations could be resumed, and the development of the Mo Family would definitely make a qualitative leap.
Old Zhang sat in front of the boiler and kept putting some quartz and glass-making materials into the boiler.
Morton, on the other hand, was holding a pencil and drawing on a piece of paper. Measuring cups, test tubes, beakers, alcohol lamps, metal shelves, long-necked bottles, and so on. Very quickly, three-dimensional bottles and jars appeared on the paper.
Modun thought for a moment, then drew out all the equipment he had in his mind. After making sure that there were no omissions, he passed the paper to Old Zhang beside him.
"Uncle Zhang, after we go back, make these utensils as soon as possible and send them to the Mo Mansion." Meton ordered.
Old Zhang glanced at the paper and nodded silently. Then he put the paper away and kept it close to his body.
"By the way, make a few more and send them to the Xuandu Temple." Meton could not help but smile. He believed that the Taoist External Alchemy School would be satisfied with these utensils.
"Yes, young master!"
Old Zhang added some charcoal to the boiler, and the fire in the boiler suddenly became stronger.
The two were busy in the experiment for a whole day. Only Uncle Fu brought them food and water on time.
On the second day, the fire in the furnace finally went out. In front of Meton were more than ten irregular pieces of glass. Beside them, the discarded failed products were piled high.
"Young Master, what do you think of these?" Old Zhang's eyes were red. He looked at the palm-sized pieces of bumpy glass with pride. Although he didn't know what these pieces of glass were used for, he believed that the young master must have a great use for them.
Meton yawned, touched the familiar bump, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Young Master, it's better if you eat something and rest!" Uncle Fu pushed the door open and came in. Seeing the haggard faces of the two, Uncle Fu felt distressed.
Meton and Li Mu nodded. They grabbed the food that Uncle Fu brought over and started eating.
Meton finished his meal in a few mouthfuls. Uncle Fu was already busy, ready to pack up and leave.
"Uncle Fu, please wait." Meton had an idea and stopped Uncle Fu.
"Young Master, what are your orders?" Uncle Fu stopped and asked.
"Uncle Fu, do you usually have bad eyesight, and your eyesight is not as good as before?" Meton asked.
Uncle Fu nodded and said, "I'm old. It's normal for me to have bad eyesight."
Morton's heart skipped a beat when he heard that. He used a piece of xuan paper to seal the concave and convex surface of the glass. He then dug a hole in the middle of the xuan paper and handed it to Fu Bo. "Fu Bo, look through the hole again. See if you can see clearly."
Although Uncle Fu was puzzled, he still did as he was told.
"Hey!" Uncle Fu just put the round hole in front of his eyes and was shocked by the clear scene.
"How is this possible?" Uncle Fu was shocked. He was used to having hazy eyesight. When objects appeared clearly in front of him, it was as if he had returned to the prime of his life.
Meton nodded and said, "This is the most important use of glass."
"Young Master is wise. This is the blessing of the old people in the world!" Uncle Fu and Old Zhang admired each other. A treasure that could let the old people see clearly was much more useful than a wine cup that could only be used to drink wine.
No wonder the young master directly smashed the wine cup. Now Uncle Fu didn't feel distressed at all. In his opinion, only such a beneficial pair of glasses could be worthy of the philosophy of the Mo family.
"Is this a birthday gift for the Retired Emperor?" Uncle Fu asked.
Meton nodded and said, "This is not a birthday gift for the Retired Emperor, but a birthday gift for the old people in the world. In the future, all the glass in the Village Mo will produce glasses. From now on, the old people in the world won't have to worry about having bad eyesight or having trouble moving."
"I know!" Old Zhang nodded and said.
Meton had taught him the craft of producing reading glasses without reservation. When he returned to the Village Mo in the future, he would certainly be able to produce them on a large scale.
Uncle Fu looked at the glasses in his hand and couldn't put them down. But he felt it was very inconvenient, "Is it inconvenient to hold the glass like this?"
Uncle Fu couldn't stay idle. If he could hold a piece of glass in his hand all the time, it would be extremely inconvenient for him to work. In addition, the glass was fragile. Once it was broken, he would feel distressed for a long time.
Meton shook his head and said, "Of course not. This is to let people see clearly. You only need to cut it a little bigger than the eyes and make it into an iron frame to hang it on the nose bridge and ears. In this way, it can reduce the weight and won't affect the normal life. It's very convenient."
Uncle Fu's face lit up with joy when he heard this. Who didn't want to have good eyesight and convenient movements?
Old Zhang shook his head regretfully and said, "Young master, although this method is good, it won't work. Once the glass is brittle, it can't be cut at all. When I was in the Village Mo, I also wanted to cut the glass, but no matter with knives or other tools, it couldn't be cut at all. Once you use too much force, the glass will be broken."
Meton shook his head and said with a smile, "That's true. But that's because you haven't found a suitable cutting tool.
"Cutting tool?" Old Zhang looked at Meton confusedly. He was the best craftsman in the Village Mo. Was there any cutting tool in the world that he hadn't used?
Meton laughed and said, "This is nothing. Even diamonds are so hard, and there are ways to cut them, let alone glass."
"Can you use the method of cutting diamonds?" Old Zhang thought of something.
However, the value of diamonds and glass couldn't be compared. If that was the case, the cost of cutting glass would be very high.
Meton smiled mysteriously and took out a long cutting knife from the laboratory. However, the cutting knife's tip was not sharp, but inlaid with a small diamond.
She watched as Moton used a cutting knife to make scratches on the unfinished reading glasses. With a light twist of his hand, the glass was easily broken along the scratches. Soon, an oval-shaped lens was completed.
Old Zhang looked up and sighed. Who would have thought that the hardest diamond in the world could be used to cut glass?
The rest of the work was done easily. With Old Zhang's excellent craftsmanship, the oval lenses were finished one by one. Then they were assembled on the glasses frame that had already been built.
Soon, two pairs of presbyopic glasses were placed in front of Meton.
"Uncle Fu, one pair. The other pair is for the Retired Emperor's birthday." Meton waved his hand and said.
Uncle Fu's heart trembled and he said in fear and trepidation, "I'm just a commoner. How can I use the same thing as the Retired Emperor? This is disgraceful."
Meton took out a pair of presbyopic glasses and said, "This belongs to the Mo's family. How can you not use it for others?"
Meton had always believed that he would lead the Village Mo to prosperity. In his heart, Uncle Fu was the same as his family. How could he let Uncle Fu be wronged?
"Besides, Uncle Zhang will definitely make more of these. At that time, these will just be common things.
Hearing this, Uncle Fu felt relieved and took them. He wiped away his tears and said, "Then I'll put them away first. I'll wear them after the Retired Emperor's birthday."
Meton didn't insist. Instead, he focused on the other presbyopic glasses. He took out a sandalwood box and wrapped it delicately.
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