Soon, the Jiangnan region entered the busy farming season for transplanting rice seedlings and sowing cotton seeds.
Hundreds of battalion soldiers and reserve peasant soldiers in Zhengjiazhuang all resumed their identities as farmers. They stopped military drills, got into the fields, and began to work with their families to use the wisdom and skills accumulated over thousands of years to beg for a bite from the world. eat.
Yes, many of them were singles from Liaoning who came alone. In just a few months, they already had families - local girls from Chongming began to marry into Zhengjiazhuang.
"Hua Er, have you accounted for the share money distributed to a few newly married couples yesterday?"
At around noon, Zheng Haizhu walked into the courtyard and asked the girl Hua Er at the door.
Hua Er was weaving the reins with his back to the outside. When he heard Mrs. Zheng's voice coming from behind him, he was frightened. He quickly turned around and stood up, and said in panic: "I, I forgot."
"Have you forgotten it, or haven't learned to remember it?"
"Yes... it's all... Madam, please let Hua Er go. Hua Er is forgetful and stupid. He really can't be an accountant." Hua Er said with a look of supplication, "Madam, Hua Er is Women are not as smart as men. Not to mention keeping accounts, just looking at these account books, they are all confused."
"Nonsense," Zheng Haizhu interrupted her, "How do we train gunners at Songjiang Artillery Factory to calculate calculations? They are women. Aunt Tang, who taught you accounting, is also a woman? There is nothing like a mule that is not as smart as men and cannot be repaired by men. You know how to drive a car, how can you be stupider than them?"
Hua Er did not dare and had no reason to refute, so he just lowered his head and frowned.
How she wished that Granny Tang could still be Miss Tang and her eyes were clear, so that she would not have to bring an apprentice to take over as the accountant of Zhengjiazhuang.
Zheng Haizhu looked at the ledger showing no progress and was not really annoyed.
Her nephew and Fan Polu were about to get married. The only person in front of her who was as close as the next generation was Hua Er.
She was very fond of this girl who lost her mother early but had a strong ability to survive. She always wanted to let her learn a trade that could help her establish a career instead of being her driver.
Zheng Haizhu possessed him, picked up the riding crop on the ground, handed it to Hua Er, and said harmoniously: "You sing so beautifully, but you say it's embarrassing to ask you to learn acting. Tang Po has praised me several times for your honest temper, and I will teach you to remember it." Damn, you said you were dizzy again. Do you want to drive a mule cart for me for the rest of your life?"
"Well, I just want to drive the car for Madam and sing for Madam only." Hua Er raised his head and stared at Zheng Haizhu seriously.
Zheng Haizhu laughed dumbly, sighed softly, and patted the girl on the shoulder: "Come with me, don't worry, I'm not going to learn accounting from Granny Tang."
The clatter of mule and cart hooves.
The car passed through the busy paddy fields, cotton fields and salt fields, and came to the newly widened river in Zhuangzi.
Chongming is located at the intersection of the river and the sea. The island is already dotted with rivers and ditches, but due to lack of dredging, many have become silted up and dried up.
Zheng Haizhu invited several master craftsmen from the water conservancy craftsmen who built the shipping terminal in Songjiang to open up the upper and lower Huangpu rivers and dig the river channels, realign the terrain, and introduce running water.
Not only does the Xinkai River not stink, but it can also provide some hydraulic support.
Zheng Haizhu named it "Suzhou River". Wu Bond and others asked why. The travelers from Shanghai in later generations smiled and said they only believed that Chongming Island could be as prosperous and prosperous as Suzhou Mansion.
At this moment, a crowd of people had gathered at the Chongming version of "Suzhou River".
Zheng Haizhu walked over and said to a man in Confucian scarf next to Wu Bondang: "Mr. Song, how is this place? Can you lend me some help?"
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Song Yingxing is thirty-three years old this year.
It would be about twenty years before he wrote and published "Tiangong Kaiwu".
This scholar from Jiangxi, who has been extremely smart and well-read since he was a child, ranked first in the provincial examination in Nanchang Prefecture five years ago and won the title of Juren. Later, he went to Beijing to take the examination, but failed twice.
Last year, Zheng Haizhu went to Nanjing to see Lu Xiangsheng, and asked about some of the scholars who had become famous scholars in recent years but had failed in the examination. When he heard the name "Song Yingxing", he almost lost his ability to control facial expressions.
In ancient times, it was too difficult to find someone.
As a time traveler, Zheng Haizhu plunged into Jiangnan, a gathering place of humanities, at the beginning, and actively and passively got to know several Ming Dynasty talents, which almost consumed all the gold finger blood points.
When she went to Fujian to beat Hongmao, she asked Yu Zigao, Xu Xinsu and other local sluts several times about Song Yingxing, just because she suddenly remembered that this famous scientist was from Fujian. However, the feedback from the local sluts was: "I asked everywhere, There is no such person."
Finally, the hard work paid off, and Lu Xiangsheng had a clue.
Lu Xiangsheng and Song Yingxing were both failed candidates in the last Wanli examination.
Excellent people are often attracted to each other. These two southern candidates also loved the mechanics of gunpowder and the wonders of hammer forging with gold and wood. They failed in the examination and hit it off in science, so they became friends.
Zheng Haizhu decisively asked Lu Xiangsheng to take the lead and asked Song Yingxing to meet in Nanjing. He wanted to hire him to provide expert guidance in his base area.
After operating like this for half a year, in the summer, Song Yingxing finally went north from Bailudong Academy in Jiangxi Province to Yingtian Mansion, and was taken to Chongming Island by Wu Bangdang.
Song Yingxing came to the island yesterday. Zheng Haizhu greeted him at the pier and called him "Mr. Song". Unlike Wu Bond, who called him "Mr. Song", when he mentioned Sun Yuanhua of Songjiang Artillery Factory, Zheng Haizhu used "Mr. Sun". " title.
Sun and Song are similar in age, and they are both high-ranking officials. Logically speaking, they are the same person, so they should be called the same.
Song Yingxing showed no sign of displeasure or displeasure. When he thought about it, although the woman in front of him was several years younger than him, she had been ordered by the imperial court and respected by young heroes like Lu Xiangsheng. She must be a person. Calling herself "sir" was already a way of hospitality. . As for the woman who has a sixth-grade imperial decree and calls Sun Yuanhua "Master", it seems that as steward Wu introduced, the two of them had worked together to build firearms in their early years, and they only had a subtle habit.
After the first detail, Zheng Haizhu also had a good impression of Song Yingxing's personality traits of being modest in socializing and curious during visits.
In the evening, when setting up a banquet for Song Yingxing in the tidy courtyard where Wu Bangde conquered mysophobia patients, Zheng Haizhu prepared a set of meeting gifts from Suzhou Shangshang Bookstore in addition to the bride price.
They are "Xin Yixiang Fa Yao" by Su Song of the Song Dynasty, "Mengxi Bi Tan" by Shen Kuo of the Song Dynasty, "Time-giving Calendar" by Guo Shoujing of the Yuan Dynasty, and "Compendium of Materia Medica" by Li Shizhen of the Ming Dynasty.
This gift is delivered to people's hearts.
During the dinner, Zheng Haizhu mentioned from time to time that the world is vast and things have their causes. Although human power is small, the human heart can find the cause of everything and follow the traces of all things. Scholars do not study real flowers like jujube and pear flowers, but Obsessed over what auspicious things like "Chu Ping" look like, good painters don't think about the structure of dogs, horses, houses, but are keen on wondering how clouds, ghosts and ghosts put pen to color, which is really a big joke in the world.
Song Yingxing never imagined that these views were obtained by a modern person hundreds of years later from the books written by Song Yingxing decades later.
He only felt that Zheng's daughter's lectures were wonderful and her vision was as good as his mentor at White Deer Academy.
A close friend is the best social lubricant.
Early this morning, Song Yingxing came to the "Suzhou River" with great interest, preparing to complete the tasks assigned by Mrs. Zheng.
