Zhu Yunxi likes Jiangnan.

It’s the drizzle from Jiangnan, the soil from Jiangnan, the fertile fields from Jiangnan, and the women from Jiangnan under the oil-paper umbrella.

But he has complicated feelings for Yingtian who lives in Jiangnan.

Many years ago, when he was still young, he first walked into this city with anticipation and reverence.

He was disgusted by the sweet and stomach-churning pork belly with pickled vegetables outside the Confucius Temple, and he was also disgusted by the dry and tasteless duck meat.

Looking back, he went to the Qinhuai River.

Shili is no longer as gentle as before, but his pocket is completely empty and he bought a beautiful smile.

Looking back again, I am already standing in front of the Hongwu Gate.

Then, he had to rely on the beauty who smiled to buy a ticket home.

And now.

The bowl of pickles and rice in front of Confucius Temple is delicious.

The Qinhuai River is also particularly gentle.

As for Hongwumen...

Those murderous Imperial Guardsmen are probably the place that most young people in Yingtian City dare not approach.

Therefore, he wanted to protect Yingtian City, which now has these, as long as possible.

From the beginning, it was like a carp jumping out of the water tank and entering the stream and the river.

Zhu Yunxi started wagging his tail and fins vigorously in the 24th year of Hongwu, just to make some changes in the upper reaches of this river.

Filling the stomachs of the people of Ming Dynasty is the first priority.

This matter is already being done, and it will definitely be quite effective.

Next, liberate productivity and use your own hands to support the giant butt of Ming Dynasty so that it can take the last step.

Zhu Yunxi felt that he probably needed to use his remaining strength to complete this.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty and the Crown Prince are here."

Xie Jin, who wanted to become a saint of the mind, was unexpectedly happy. He looked nervously at the dark Zhengyangmen gate while riding on horseback.

Creak, creak, creak.

Two carriages carrying scaled-down steam engines pressed heavily on their wheels, making a screeching sound on the road.

The eight draft horses opened their mouths wide and stuck out their tongues, and steaming white smoke came out of their nostrils.

"You can look forward to the state-owned youth."

As the first person in the Ming Dynasty and even in the Central Plains to be granted the imperial edict to build the Zhuangyuan Memorial Arch, the current Minister of Rites, Ren Hengtai, stood behind the emperor and the prince, in front of all the officials, sighing softly.

Outside Zhengyang Gate, the setting sun is just right.

It spreads gently on the earth, shining on the young people who are about to go home outside the city, letting their bodies shine with light all week long.

The kind-hearted Zhu Yuanzhang stood at the front behind Zhengyang Gate, with his hands clasped together, looking at the eldest grandson outside the city gate with a kind look and a smile.

Zhu Yunxi rode the horse all the way to Zhengyang Gate and got off the horse.

If Chang Sheng returns from the Southern Expedition, the imperial court will probably have to go out of the city thirty miles to greet him. The emperor will go out of the city gate to welcome the triumphant army.

But this time I just went to Taiping Mansion, and then I asked the old man and the court to come out and open my eyes.

The rules cannot be broken.

If you wait behind Zhengyang Gate, you are not breaking the rules.

After passing through the Zhengyangmen city gate, which was more than ten meters deep, Zhu Yunxi arrived in front of the old man in a down-to-earth manner.

Snap.

Zhu Yunxi got down on one knee.

"I'm here to see your Majesty, and to see the prince. I have a lot to do today, please ask your majesty. The prince leaves the palace, and I'm scared. However, I want to offer something that has never been seen in ancient times to our Ming Dynasty, and help the Ming Dynasty to establish peace and prosperity for all generations."

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and nodded silently: "Get up, the brat is getting more and more serious."

Zhan Hui, Ru Yu, and Ren Hengtai, who were behind the emperor and the prince, looked at each other quietly.

If the grandson can still be so respectful, it probably won't cause too much trouble. If things don't go well, a few of us can suppress the noise better

Zhu Yuanzhang looked curiously at the two carriages parked in the city gate.

Although I was worried that my gangster might be exaggerating, the anticipation and curiosity in his eyes could not be concealed.

After all, although this kid is a little bastard, he has indeed laid a lot of eggs in the past two years.

Zhu Yuanzhang cleared his throat: "What did you bring back? If it is not something that has never been seen in the ages as you said, I will punish you and the King of Qin to kneel in the Ancestral Temple!"

Today, the King of Qin, Zhu Xi, who was kneeling in the Ancestral Temple, stood aside with a faint look in his eyes, his hands in his sleeves. He didn't feel too hot, but he kept looking at his nephew and bodyguard with a look of resentment.

Zhu Yunxi felt something in his heart. He turned his head slightly and met the complaining eyes of his second uncle.

When he left the capital to go to Taiping Mansion, the old man punished his second uncle to kneel in the Ancestral Temple because he was not doing well.

But when he thought about it, Zhu Yunxi realized that the old man was giving his second uncle a break to rest.

In the past two years, my second uncle has gone to the Imperial Ancestral Temple to kneel down a lot.

I always kneel twice a year.

Zhu Yunxi even heard the two girls Cai Die and Cailian often talk about it. Nowadays, as long as you enter the Ancestral Temple, you can smell the aroma of chicken.

Pile of chicken bones.

He winked at the second uncle and showed an innocent smile.

Zhu Yunxi clasped his hands in front of the old man and turned sideways: "This thing is called a steam engine. It only needs to be filled with coal and operated by one person. Once it is started, it can drive, transport, and turn a huge load without any effort."

Behind Zhengyang Gate, although Zhu Yunxi spoke calmly, he spoke loudly, as if the Zhengyang Gate gate had become a loudspeaker room, transmitting every word he said to the ears of the officials present.

Silence.

"Impossible!"

A loud shout rang out.

The crowd looked sideways, looking for the source of the sound.

Even the father and son Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di, who were standing at the front, couldn't help but look back to find the person who had the courage to say the impossible in public.

In full view.

I saw that Wang Jun, who had just been promoted to the position of Minister of the Ministry of Industry this year, had dark cheeks and a frown on his eyes.

Suddenly everyone was paying attention, but Wang Jun didn't show any timidity.

But he raised his hands, bowed to Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao, and then slowly walked forward to Zhu Yunxi: "I am appointed as the Ministry of Works. I have read countless ancient and modern work classics. I have never seen anything that can shake thousands of people without the effort of one person." The strange story of the heavy object."

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Zhu Yunxi nodded silently. This new member of the Ministry of Industry was using his professional knowledge to question himself.

However, the steam engine was something that had never existed before, so naturally he couldn't find it.

Wang Jun added: "Innately capable of winning, Xiang Yu carried the cauldron and was praised throughout the ages as a strong man. There is no one who can surpass him, which shows that the manpower is still low."

This is a human analogy.

Zhu Yunxi was still smiling, waiting for the words from the Ministry of Industry.

Wang Jun frowned slightly and looked at the silent emperor's grandson strangely. He just thought that he had said everything correctly, and the emperor's grandson suddenly came to his senses?

Then did you speak too harshly, and did you not give face to the emperor's grandson?

Wang Jun hesitated for a moment, then pondered and then said slowly: "Your Highness must have been deceived by those flattering craftsmen in Taiping Mine who wanted to take credit. They used this to deceive Your Highness and wanted to be promoted. I thought that the imperial court issued a decree Reprimand such thieves."

Zhu Yunxi suddenly smiled.

The co-author is still thinking about whether this new member of the Ministry of Industry is a corrupt scholar in Neo-Confucianism.

But I didn't expect that this guy was actually jealous and hateful.

Probably what the king of the Ministry of Industry was thinking about was how a group of craftsmen could come up with something good. They just had to follow the drawings and do it honestly under the leadership of the Ministry of Works and the general supervisors. Just do what the court told you.

To put it mildly, it’s like sitting in a well and looking at the sky.

If you say it doesn’t sound good, it’s just false

Love, a leaf obscures the view of Mount Tai.

However, without waiting for Zhu Yunxi to speak.

Zhan Hui snorted and said in a strange tone: "When did the Ministry of Industry develop the habit of making conclusions without seeking proof?"

Wang Jun just turned around and opened his mouth, but the words had not yet come out.

Rujun, the Minister of War who was fighting alongside Zhan Hui, also spoke softly: "Whether what His Highness said is true or not, I have to wait until I see it to find out. Everything is there, and I will know it after weighing it."

Wang Jun opened his mouth, wanting to quote scriptures several times and use his professional status as the Ministry of Works to refute these two people.
To be continued...