It was late at night. Most people were already asleep.
Cocoa!
Jenny's room was politely knocked on.
Jenny was lounging lazily on the bed. Today, she had been helping her grandmother test the potion. It wasn't until her grandmother called her back to rest that she realized it was dark and that she was exhausted. She had been so engrossed in the potion's magical effects that she had forgotten about her physical fatigue.
Jenny opened the door, and standing there was the mature and dignified Mrs. Allen.
She was an officer in Clegane, in charge of the kitchen supplies and everyone's meals.
Jenny had a good impression of Mrs. Ellen.
Mrs. Allen's husband was a knight, and she was well-mannered.
"Miss Jenny, Lord Gregor requests your presence."
"Now?" Jenny looked outside; it was already late at night.
"Yes, now. Sir is waiting for you." Mrs. Allen smiled gracefully.
"Uh… alright!" Jenny said. "Please wait a moment, madam, I'll be right there."
"Yes, Miss."
*
Tomorrow, Ser Gregor will take Sir Polliver and ten cavalrymen to the mint in King's Landing to apply for the right to mine gold, the minimum and maximum monthly quotas of ore to be handed over, and to obtain an official document grading the ore.
No one in the Seven Kingdoms had the right to mint coins or gold. All gold ore had to be handed over to the mint outside King's Landing, and then the treasury officials would reward the gold dragons according to the grade of the gold ore and the quantity handed over.
The king monopolized the minting of gold coins, and all the gold from the western mines was brought to the king's mint. The gold was first refined, and then coins were minted.
The highest-ranking official in charge of minting coins, approving gold mining rights, and assessing ore grades was Petyr Baelish, known as Littlefinger.
Gregor is going on official business, traveling along the Golden Road, a journey of two thousand miles. The round trip is estimated to take at least twenty days. Although a good horse can travel a thousand miles a day and eight hundred miles at night, such a fine horse is rare, one in a thousand.
This isn't a forced march during a war; a group of twelve people would be lucky to cover 300 li (150 kilometers) a day.
Jenny didn't know why Gregor wanted to see her so late at night. It was a very personal matter; she was his fiancée, and he had always been notorious for his womanizing.
*
"Sir Gregor, you wanted to see me?" Jenny's beautiful face was smiling, but her tone carried a hint of timidity.
Almost everyone was asleep, including her father, who was upstairs. Mrs. Allen led her into Gregor's enormous bedroom and then left.
Whatever Gregor decides to do to her, she is nothing but a helpless lamb.
"Jenny, I drew something, take a look." Gregor noticed Jenny's restraint. He tried to relax his inherent fierceness, smiling, speaking softly, and with gentle eyes.
"What is this?" Jenny picked up a piece of parchment from the table.
Gregor drew a clean-lined shape on the parchment. Jenny recognized it as a pipe that curved in the middle.
"Submerged Bend," Gregor said.
"…" Jenny stared at Gregor with a puzzled look. She didn't understand at all, and it was the first time she had ever heard this name.
"The water flows in from here, but because there's an upward bend, the water gets stuck at the bend."
Jenny listened carefully and watched intently: "But if there's a little more water, as long as this end is raised, the sinkhole can only hold a small amount of water at the bend, and the excess will flow away because the pipe is open at both ends."
"right."
"So what do you want to do with this?"
"Installed in the toilet, replacing the straight-through sewage pipes we used to use."
"Toilet? An alternative to direct sewage discharge? Won't all that garbage get stuck in the bend?" Jenny pointed to the bend in the pipe.
"No, because if the other end is placed higher, the trash blocking the bend will be forcibly washed away by the water." Water pressure is considerable. Water pressure is a simple physical concept.
"But there will always be some water left in the bend!"
Greg smiled and said, "That's right, that's the beauty of designing a bend. By installing the pipe vertically, the distance is high and the water volume is large. No matter how much garbage there is in the garbage dump, it will be flushed away. The last clean water will block the bend, and the water will cut off the air circulation in the pipe. The odors and stench from the toilet pit will not enter the room through the sewage pipe."
Jenny's eyes were already big enough, but now they stared even wider.
She stared blankly at Gregor, her eyes filled with surprise.
"Whether it's a duke's toilet or a king's toilet, no matter how clean it is, there will always be that odor in the air. If there's a strong wind and the cesspool isn't properly covered, the stench will enter the room through the sewage pipes. Even if there's no wind, there will always be stench entering the room through the toilet pipes."
Jenny nodded like a primary school student.
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Everyone does it this way, everyone knows it, it's common sense. So whether it's a commoner or a nobleman, toilets are always built in the most secluded corners, and the doors are always closed when entering or leaving, to prevent drafts and odors from entering other rooms.
"Designing a bend in a straight pipe will not block garbage, but will prevent odors from entering the room through the pipe. This way, even a small toilet can be designed in the bedroom, as long as the sinkhole pipe is buried! It just means that you may need to flush more water every time you use the toilet."
Jenny was so stunned by Gregor's 'ingenious idea' that she was speechless.
She knew that what Gregor said was entirely feasible.
"How did you come up with that idea?" Jenny heard her own voice sound somewhat faint.
She didn't think Gregor could have come up with something that looked simple but was actually very clever and ingenious; the name Submerged Bend was also the most appropriate.
"It wasn't my idea, it was yours," Gregor laughed, handing the blueprints to Jenny. "I'm a rough, wicked man, illiterate and slow-witted; I couldn't have come up with something like this. Alright, it's getting late, you should go to sleep. Tomorrow, take these blueprints to the foreman and tell them that all the toilets in our Clegane village, the toilets in the Seven Holy Temples, and the women's toilets, should all have these sinkholes buried underground."
"You want to give me this invention?"
"You are beautiful and talented, and exceptionally intelligent. It would be reasonable for you to come up with these little things in the first place."
"I won't take credit for your work."
"It's not taking advantage of me, it's helping me. If Sir Gregor were to become known that he's getting smarter every day and is always favored by the Seven Gods, I'm afraid many people would be jealous of me, wary of me, suspicious of me, and even want to get rid of me," Gregor said earnestly. "But you're different. You come from a prestigious family and are very talented. This is something you came up with yourself, so others won't be wary of me out of fear."
Jenny looked at Gregor, her large eyes shining: "Sir Gregor, you are completely different from the villain in the rumors. You are not vulgar; it is those who scorn you who are vulgar. On the contrary, you are shrewd and full of wisdom."
It's not wisdom, it should be cunning.
Gregor decided to seize the opportunity to get sentimental. After all, he had watched so many melodramatic dramas in his past life, and he still remembered some of the disgusting lines: "Jenny, you are my fiancée, and we are the most important people in each other's lives. I really can't stand the stench coming from the toilet drain, especially when the weather is hot. Now that I've thought of a solution, let's do it. But this time, you'll have to bear the burden of my reputation. In front of others, I need to hide my shortcomings."
The implication is that he was being honest with Jenny.
"Okay, I'll help you. This sinkhole trap is my idea, and I invented it." Jenny's serious little face looked very charming. "However, I won't take it out the day after you leave. I'll have to wait a little while."
"Okay!" Gregor smiled.