Yao Shan knew that the imperial court was preparing for the second voyage to Nanyang, and that King Zhu Zhi of Liao and King Zhu Geng of Min seemed to be preparing shipping goods in Taicang Prefecture. Taicang Prefecture was less than 150 miles away from Suzhou City, and it was only a short walk away.
It is very possible to meet the feudal king here!
Yao Shan had a big head. Although the vassal princes were engaged in business and lost their guards and property, they were still vassal kings and princes. Moreover, they were the first generation vassal princes and the sons of Zhu Yuanzhang. In terms of seniority alone, they were higher than the current emperor.
No wonder he dared to let his followers serve as officials, no wonder he had no fear when facing him, no wonder he knew so much about the capital...
Because he is the Prince of Ming Dynasty, this is the only possibility!
Yao Shan cupped his hands, with a look of surprise on his face, and asked in a low voice: "May I ask if Mr. Nian is a member of the two kings of Liao and Min?"
Zhu Yunwen's eyes dilated slightly. Did he mistake himself for the vassal king? Immediately relieved.
There are too many flaws in my attitude and speech. I am used to treating officials with equal respect and kindness. In addition, I stand at the top of the Ming Dynasty. I have no fear or worry. I am confident that I can solve all problems. No matter how bad things are, I am still the one who can solve the problem.
In today's imperial court, who can despise local officials, and who dares to beat up officials?
Counting with fingers, there are only the vassal king and the emperor. The cabinet and the six ministers may despise the local government, but they don't have the guts to appoint officials at will. Once they are impeached, they will have to take off their hats.
The vassal king is not afraid of impeachment. As long as it is not a serious matter of beheading, the vassal king will still be impeached...
Yao Shan did not think that he was the emperor, but the vassal king. He was afraid that the emperor would not leave the capital easily. In addition, both King Zhu Zhi of Liao and himself were born in the 10th year of Hongwu, and King Min Zhu Geng was born in the 12th year of Hongwu. Judging from their age, , there is really not much difference.
However, it is one thing to be "recognized" and another thing not to admit it. Anyway, you, Yao Shan, are not a household registration inspector. You can find your identity online.
Besides, if you are pretending to be a feudal king, if those historians find out about it, who knows what wonderful words they will write, which will be despised by future generations.
Little classmate Zhu Shou just proclaimed himself a general, planned a salary for himself, went out to fight, played a few rounds, and was scolded by the historian...
Zhu Yunwen looked at Yao Shan and neither nodded nor shook his head. He just reminded: "Don't inquire about my identity. I just hope you remember that if you want to be a good official, you must be brave. If you look forward and backward, I'm afraid If you offend someone, why not leave as soon as possible!"
Yao Shan bowed deeply and said, "Yao Shan is taught."
Although the other party did not admit his identity, Yao Shan was convinced.
When Wang Bin came back, he saw that Yao Shan had left. He couldn't help but be a little surprised. This guy has never suffered a loss, but today he ran away without even eating. Needless to say, if the fire hadn't burned down the government office, it would have been Suzhou City. Things are going to change.
Shandong, Horse Treading Lake.
Zhang Wang wiped the sweat from his forehead and shouted to Qian Sanjin, who was bare-chested and barefoot, "How many stakes have been driven?"
Qian Sanjin straightened up, looked at the wooden shelf erected high on the side, shook his head, and the sweat on his face flew out drop by drop: "More than seven hundred, we are almost halfway over."
"We need to hurry up. It's rainy in the summer. If the water in the lake rises due to horse trampling, we'll be in trouble."
Zhang Wang looked at the gloomy sky and said worriedly.
Qian Sanjin stretched his muscles and said, "As long as it doesn't rain heavily for days, it will be fine. Brothers, hurry up and work while there is a cool breeze."
In the hot summer, two hours of rest are needed at noon, and the missing time naturally needs to be taken in the evening. Fortunately, the days are long and the nights are short, so the construction schedule will not be delayed.
Second Master Ran felt a little distressed. He watched Wu Hai commanding several big men, turning the hammer in his hand and smashing it towards the concrete slab. The hammer was shaken with a bang bang.
"What are you doing? How many days of hard work have you put out of this concrete slab? Why do you want to destroy it?"
Ran Er Ye shouted.
Wu Hai waved his hand, and the big man continued to beat. He walked to Second Master Ran and said with a smile: "Second Master, the foundation of this water tank requires 1,500 wooden stakes. This shows how important the foundation is. But can it store water? The water will be released and the river will be opened. The key is to look at the gate. I checked the cracks a few days ago, watered it day and night to check, and changed it more than ten times. Finally, there are no cracks. Now we have to test whether it is strong or not."
Mr. Ran glared: "The test of solidity relies on hammering?"
Wu Hai shrugged and asked, "Do you have a better way?"
Second Master Ran had nothing to say.
"Book of Jin·He Lian Bobo Zai Ji": "The city was built with steamed earth, and when it was drilled into an inch, the author was killed and built together."
After Helianbobo established the Hu Xia regime, although hammers were not used in the construction of Tongwan City, cones were used, but it can also be seen that brutality is a way to achieve solidity.
It's just that Helianbo's city is a blood city, but Wu Hai's concrete slabs are not blood slabs. At least he will not chop off the heads of those who make concrete slabs or wield hammers.
After several rounds of covering and beating, Wu Hai ordered people to clean up the debris and then erected the concrete slab. The two of them kept pouring water on the broken side. Wu Hai stood behind the slab to check the situation. When he saw that there was no sign of water seepage, he was satisfied. He nodded and shouted: "Based on the proportions and materials used this time, pour the concrete slabs again, pouring ten pieces at a time, and each piece must be inspected."
Wu Hai did not dare to be careless about the top priority of the gate, and this matter was not only related to the gate, but also related to the future city. It was impossible to say that in the future, there would be a need to install three or five thousand-pound gates made of concrete stone slabs in the city gate, and the water channel The door may also be replaced with concrete slabs to prevent accidents. The flooding of the Seventh Army cannot happen again in the Ming Dynasty...
At night, migrant workers and craftsmen on the construction site came out from everywhere, lying on the grass, sitting by the river embankment, or in small groups, talking and laughing.
Dinner was ready, but it was still a little warm, and no one wanted to move at this time.
"I'm selling old clothes. Old clothes are cheap."
Wang Caotou shouted at the top of his lungs, with a noose on his shoulders. The other end of the noose was tied to the front end of the wheelbarrow, pulling in front of him like a strong old cow.
Wang Caogen pushed the wheelbarrow, shouted "stop", then stopped the car, took a sweat-smelling long towel from his shoulder, wiped the sweat on his face, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Selling used clothes Here you go!"
The sound spread far away.
Zhang Wang heard the sound, looked at Qian Sanjin, and said with a smile: "Your clothes have a few big holes in them. That means there are no women here. Otherwise, you would have gone underground and used the money to buy something." Ready-made clothes, it’s not an option to always keep them at home, and it’s true that your mother-in-law didn’t even know how to send some clothes over for so long.”
Qian Sanjin took a sip and said, "It's my clothes that are torn, not my pants!"
Zhang Wang laughed loudly, got up and took Qian Sanjin and walked towards Brother Wang Caotou. On the wheelbarrow, there were piles of Lao Gao's old clothes, and there were lanterns hanging on the side. Zhang Wang took two of them and couldn't help but frowned: "This Why are the clothes worn out? Are they patched?"
Wang Caotou was a little anxious and said quickly: "These are good clothes. They are very clean. We have all washed them. There is no dirt."
Wang Caogen patted Wang Caogen on the back of his head, and then said to Zhang Wang: "These are ready-made clothes that we specially collected from other places. Although they are old, they are strong and wear-resistant. You guys are on the construction site all day long and you can't bear to part with new clothes. Is this the case?" reason?"
Zhang Wang nodded repeatedly and asked, "What's the price of the clothes?"
Wang Caogen stretched out two fingers and said: "Not much, only two hundred yuan for each item."
"Two hundred coins, isn't it too expensive? Fifty coins!"
"make a deal!"
"ah?"
"How many do you want?"
"Why do I feel a bit shortchanged? Can I get ten coins for one piece?"
"Brother, ten cents is not enough for my travel expenses..."
"Okay, give me three."
Zhang Wang picked out three pieces of clothing, and Qian Sanjin also picked up a piece of clothing. He couldn't help but unfold it, looked at it, and asked, "Why do these clothes still have patterns?"
Wang Caogen's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at his brother Wang Caotou, "Why are you so lazy that you didn't wash me?"
"What character does it seem to be written on?" Qian Sanjin frowned, pointed at one of the characters, tilted his head and said, "This character is either three, or there is an extra stick."
Wang Caogen said quickly: "What, this clothes can be cheaper, ten cents, just ten cents."
"Okay, I bought it!" Qian Sanjin laughed and asked, "Is there any more clothes like this? I want them all."
Wang Caogen's eyes widened. Damn it, why did you wash those tattered clothes? If you had kept them, you could probably raise the price. How could this person's taste be so elusive?
Qian Sanjin was extremely satisfied. If he could save a penny, he would save a penny. You must know that a penny is difficult for a hero. Only when you have no money do you know how to deal with difficulties. In normal times, you still need to save and work hard.
When he returned to the lakeside, Qian Sanjin changed his clothes, put them on, and showed off to Mr. Ran who was fanning a banana fan: "Ten cents for a piece of clothing, how about it? It's a good deal. I looked at that melon, but it's five dollars." Ten cents each."
Ran Erye was enjoying the cool breeze. He just wanted to praise Qian Sanjin for saving money, but when he suddenly saw the words on Qian Sanjin's back, he suddenly felt that the blood in his body was freezing. He also dropped his fan on the ground and pointed at it. Qian Sanjin shouted: "De, get, get, you, don't move, turn around!"
Qian Sanjin turned around in confusion. After Ran Erye came closer and took a closer look, he took two steps back, squatted on the ground suddenly, and shouted with a look of panic: "Quick, hurry up and call Feng Censor!"
"What's wrong?"
When Wu Hai heard the movement, he couldn't help but stroll over.
Ran Er Ye pointed at Qian Sanjin, Qian Sanjin turned around, and Wu Hai saw the seven eye-catching black characters:
The King of Qi rebels, report to the court quickly!
Wu Hai took three steps at a time, grabbed three pounds of money, and shouted sternly: "Where did you get these clothes from?"
Qian Sanjin felt like he was almost being lifted up by Wu Hai. He had difficulty breathing. With a look of horror on his face, he shouted: "You, if you like this dress, I will sell it to you for fifty cents." money……"
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