The seven-day lantern festival attracted countless people.
The foundation stone of Hongwu and the bricks and tiles of Jianwen made the people of Ming Dynasty rich and accumulated purchasing power for many years, which was vividly demonstrated in these seven days.
Preliminary statistics show that during the Seven-Day Lantern Festival, the transaction volume in the Shili Business Circle of Mochou Lake exceeded 4 million yuan, and the Ministry of Accounts received 350,000 yuan in tax revenue alone, not counting the income from stall rentals.
The inner palace spent hundreds of thousands taels to build the lantern festival, and finally recovered 30,000 taels by selling lanterns. Especially the largest Aoshan lantern was purchased by a wealthy businessman for 3,000 taels.
At a lantern festival, the people enjoyed the beauty of their leisure time, businessmen earned the first pot of gold in the ninth year of Jianwen, scholars chanted about prosperity, and Mochou Lake became a business circle. Land prices changed three times a day, and the Ministry of Household Affairs After petitioning Zhu Yunwen, the court decided to build shops for rent to merchants and collect rents to subsidize the state treasury.
Zhu Yunwen had no objection, but Xu Huizu had a strong objection.
The imperial court could just have fun at Mochou Lake, but selling all the property of the old Xu family was not acceptable. After all, Mochou Lake does not belong to the imperial court, but to the Duke of Wei. During the Hongwu period, Taizu gave this land to Xu Da...
Xia Yuanji went to Xu Huizu seven or eight times and finally settled the matter. The Ministry of Industry sent people to build the Mochou Lake business circle and built a shopping mall in the center of Mochou Lake. Xia Yuanji originally wanted to rent the Pavilion Pavilion to a brothel. This industry was extremely profitable and had heavy floating tax rates, so the money came in quickly. However, Zhu Yunwen stopped him.
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The center of the business circle should be engaged in business. There are people of all ages, young and old, men and women coming and going here. It is not appropriate to hang around a brothel. Xia Yuanji had no choice but to rent it to the King of Liao at a high price. The King of Liao used it to build a restaurant. He also went to Zhu Youdou to write a beautiful drama about a Mochou woman and a gentle young man...
At the end of January, the spring breeze is blowing.
Three steam engine ships docked slowly at Sanshanmen Pier, and were greeted by more than 30 people including Chen Xingshan, Minister of Rites, Lu Song, Ambassador of Huitong Pavilion, and others.
Huang Kesun helped Huang Senping out of the cabin.
Huang Senping stood on the boat and looked at the welcoming officials. The wrinkles on his old face became more obvious.
Chen Xingshan arrived on the boat first, bowed as a courtesy, and said with a smile: "Chen Xingshan, Minister of Rites, welcomes Mr. Huang back home."
Huang Senping hurriedly returned the courtesy: "I don't dare, I don't dare. I am a sinner. How dare I bother Shangshu to welcome him in person?"
Chen Xingshan shook his head slightly: "What happened to the guilty minister? There are reasons for it, and the court has stopped asking questions for a long time. Mr. Huang is now the pillar of the Bo Ni Kingdom, and he is a citizen of the Ming Dynasty. Please do your best for the friendship between the north and the south."
Huang Senping breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Chen Xingshan's words.
Along the way, Huang Senping was indeed worried about the attitude of the Ming court. After all, he was an official who escaped from the Ming Dynasty. Now it seems that the imperial court has no intention of pursuing him, and even attaches great importance to his arrival, and directly sent ministerial officials to welcome him. Huang Kesun was a little depressed. When he came, not even the minister came out to greet him...
Chen Xingshan led Huang Senping and others ashore and personally escorted them to the Huitong Hall.
Huang Senping did not want to stay in the Huitong Hall, and said to Chen Xingshan and others: "I heard that there are many talented people in the Imperial Academy in the capital, and the knowledge there is excellent. I wonder if I can go and have a look?"
Chen Xingshan smiled and said: "Although the gate of the Imperial College is not easy to enter, if Mr. Huang wants to go, he can do it. But he must be tired after this long journey. Do you want to take a rest?"
Huang Senping waved his hand: "I'm old. I don't know if I can wake up tomorrow. If Master Shangshu is free, I can just send someone to lead the way."
Seeing that Huang Senping had made up his mind, Chen Xingshan said calmly: "I would like to go to the Imperial College with Mr. Huang. Speaking of which, I haven't been there for a while. The knowledge there is amazing, especially the Craftsman College. The steam engine is changing the world." Our daily routine.”
For a "minister" of a vassal state, Chen Xingshan does not need to appear in person, but this person is related to the interests of the Ming Dynasty in the depths of Nanyang, and directly affects whether the Ming Dynasty can gain a foothold in Bo Ni. This cannot help Chen Xingshan not being serious. treat.
Huang Senping arrived in the Ming Dynasty on a steam engine ship. He once entered the cabin and inspected the steam engine, and was amazed by the advanced skills and craftsmanship of the Ming Dynasty.
But after seeing it clearly and knowing the principle of the steam engine, Huang Senping also knew that with the smelting technology of Bo mud, it was impossible to build a steam engine. This thing was not something that ordinary blacksmiths could make.
"I heard from the navy that the Ming Dynasty was building pure iron ships. Is this true?"
Huang Kesun asked.
Chen Xingshan nodded slightly. This matter is not a secret. Longjiang Shipbuilding Factory has already completed the trial production and navigation testing of small and medium-sized pure iron ships, and has obtained technical knowledge. With experience, this led to the plan to build a large iron shipyard.
"Iron ship, won't it sink?"
Huang Senping was very confused.
Chen Xingshan burst out laughing and explained: "Yes, we couldn't believe it in the early years. But whether a ship can float on the water does not depend on whether it is wood or iron, but depends on its buoyancy. This has been learned Confirmed.”
Huang Senping's eyes lit up and he became more and more interested in these knowledge.
In the Wuying Hall, Zhu Yunwen heard that Huang Senping, Huang Kesun and others had gone to the Imperial College. He thought for a long time and heard Yang Shiqi. After hearing Zhu Yunwen's arrangement, Yang Shiqi was shocked at first, and then followed the order and left.
Huang Senping was welcomed by the Imperial College, and Li Zhigang greeted him and arranged for Hu Hui to accompany him throughout the process.
Knowing Zhu Yunwen's plan, Hu Hu led Huang Senping to the medical school and asked Wang Bin to take Huang Senping's pulse in person. Seeing that Huang Senping was severely depleted of energy and blood, he also prescribed some traditional Chinese medicine.
Huang Senping pointed to the glass bottles in the cabinet and asked, "What are these bottles filled with?"
Wang Bin took out a glass bottle and sighed: "This product is called alcohol. It can be used for wound treatment. When used with medical gauze, it can reduce suppuration and inflammation and speed up healing. This is a good thing."
Huang Senping had been a soldier in his early years, so he naturally knew that casualties were easy to die in the wounded barracks. Seeing such a good thing, he couldn't help but envy him, but he couldn't ask for it, so he had to look at another bottle. The liquid inside was not pure, but rather turbid. It is light green.
Neither Hu Hui nor Wang Bin had any intention of reaching out to take it. Hu Hui simply said: "This is called an anesthetic. After use, it can make people locally anesthetized and lose consciousness, so as to facilitate wound suturing and surgery."
"Anesthesia, what is surgery?"
Huang Senping didn't understand.
Hu Xi was about to speak when he saw Yang Shiqi coming and was startled.
"This is Cabinet Minister Yang Shiqi."
Chen Xingshan gave an introduction.
Yang Shiqi nodded warmly, looked at the elderly Huang Senping, and said: "The emperor said that Mr. Huang is a citizen of the Ming Dynasty. There is no need to hide the technology of the Ming Dynasty. You can explain it to Mr. Huang in depth and let Mr. Huang understand the current situation. of Ming Dynasty."
Huang Senping felt a little moved. Zhu Yunwen had opened his heart to him.
Yang Shiqi signaled Wang Bin to take out the anesthetic medicine. He didn't dare to experiment with Huang Senping, so he pulled Huang Kesun to sit down and poured some medicine on Huang Kesun's left index finger.
Not long after, Huang Kesun felt that he could no longer detect the presence of his index finger, and his expression changed drastically.
Wang Bin explained: "This is anesthesia. If the finger is cut with a knife, it can be sutured with needles and threads, disinfected with alcohol, and wrapped with medical gauze..."
Huang Senping's eyes widened as he listened to the new medicine in the medical school. Do these magical things really exist in the world?
The shock of the medical school was only one of them. The Craftsman College rarely opened the steam engine manufacturing area to Huang Senping and others. When he saw the steam engine being produced and using the steam engine to help the production, Huang Senping could hardly breathe.
Steam engines can provide kinetic energy, which can be used in many fields. Using steam engines to assist in manufacturing steam engines is only one type, and driving ships is only one type. There are many more applications.
Yang Shiqi did not hide the Ming Dynasty's five-year industrial strategy: "The imperial court has made up its mind to spend five years to build a primary industry around the steam engine, so that the steam engine can This year can be said to be the second year that it has been applied in various industries..."
Huang Senping walked through the Agricultural College, the Mathematics College, the Business School, and...
tired.
Sitting under an old sycamore tree, Huang Senping couldn't hold back his pounding heartbeat. This was the Imperial Academy of the Ming Dynasty, the cradle of talents in the Ming Dynasty, and a source of power beyond any other country!
This place is full of vitality and ambition, and the people here have light in their eyes. They are not looking at the present, but at the future!
Ming dynasty!
In this era, only the Ming Dynasty is the greatest, and I, Huang Senping, am also a Ming Dynasty person!
When the dazzling light of the prosperous age shines like the sun and the moon, I should also be on this land.
This is my home and my roots.
The high degree of recognition and psychological suggestion, as well as the open heart and warm acceptance of Daming, made Huang Senping firm in his determination.
"Yang Ge, I wonder if I can see the emperor tomorrow?"
Huang Senping was a little anxious.
Yang Shiqi nodded seriously: "Of course."
Huang Senping smiled, and so did Yang Shiqi.
Huitong Pavilion.
Huang Senping summoned Huang Kesun, Huang Wanghai and others to discuss for a long time. There were some disputes during the period, but they eventually became calm.
That night, Huang Senping had a long dream. In the dream, the Ming Dynasty was a prosperous era.
The crops were harvested, and people were harvesting crops using strange vehicles, while steam engines were humming beside them.
Business is booming, and merchants operate steam engines and boats, whining forward on the river.
The invincible navy even sailed to the distant sea. The huge iron ship was allowed to be hit by the opponent. It could not be hit no matter how hard it was. With just one impact, the opponent's wooden ship was torn apart...
In the dream, the Ming Dynasty surpassed the power of the Han Dynasty and the prosperity of the Song Dynasty. The emperor is diligent, the officials are honest, the people are proud, the sun and moon flags are waving...
Don't want to wake up.
Huang Senping opened his eyes in a daze, looked out the window at the still dark night, and murmured softly: "Father, mother, my son is home."
