On the second day of the first month of April, in order to save money, Chongzhen still ignored the advice of several cabinet ministers, traveled lightly, called enough brocade guards to escort around, and took hundreds of civil and military officials to the steam engine workshop on the outskirts of Beijing.

There were only five or six miles left before the steam engine workshop, Chongzhen stepped out of the Luan car, and the other officials were reluctant to let the clean official boots step on the dirt, so they could only get out of the official sedan chair.

Fortunately, it has not rained for almost four months, and the country roads are just cracks and cracks, and there is more dust, and there is no dirty muddy water.

Chongzhen stayed in the Forbidden City all the year round, and knew that there was a great drought in Beizhili, but he saw it from a piece of music, and all he saw was a bunch of words.

Now seeing with my own eyes the miserable scene of the land cracking and the river drying up, I was speechless for a moment, and walked over step by step in silence.

As long as Zhu Shun can manage the drought, even if he is given a talent selection qualification, what does it matter.

At least Zhu Shun can help him and make the country better and better, and the bureaucrats selected by Zibagu Wen will only lie on the Ming Dynasty to suck blood.

Chongzhen in front was silent, and the members of the Donglin Party who walked behind were in a better and better mood.

The land is drought like this, if Zhu Shun can still manage the drought, then there will be a ghost.

The members of the Donglin Party have begun to discuss how to distribute the water-powered spinning machine and the flying shuttle loom, and it is not easy to build this new type of machinery, and it will take a long time.

Wei Langzhong of the Examination Division has replaced Fang Langzhong of the Wenxuan Division and has become the first of the Langs, after all, he has helped the six Shangshu and the Shilang to obtain a great fortune, and he has already been designated as a Shilang.

Regardless of whether the person who served as the secretary of the Ministry of Industry was the squire of the Ministry of Works, or the squire of the other six departments, as long as there was a vacancy, the official hat of the third grade would definitely fall on his head.

Fang Langzhong has been the head of the six squires for many years, and the officials who flattered him in the past all ran to flatter Wei Langzhong, and there was a big gap in his heart.

But there was no way, who let Wei Langzhong be the first to stand up and second, and the great work of rectifying Zhu Shun certainly fell on his head.

Fang Langzhong thought of Wei Langzhong, who had served him tea and poured water, and it would not be long before he was going to ride on his head, and his heart was extremely unhappy.

Fang Langzhong slowly narrowed his eyes, staring at Wei Langzhong's back, not knowing what he was thinking.

Chongzhen and the civil and military officials thought about their own affairs, and soon approached the steam engine workshop.

When you come here, the first thing you see is a vast deep pit.

Next to the deep pit, a flat was piled up with earth, and the flat platform was also very large, and it was not a problem to accommodate thousands of people.

Zhang Tao was waiting at the door of the steam engine workshop early, looking at the emperor who was getting closer and closer, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

He is just a petty official from the sixth grade, where can he have the opportunity to meet the emperor, let alone have the opportunity to say a few words.

All this is because of Zhu Shun, Zhang Tao has never been so excited as today, and he has never thought that the decision he made was particularly correct.

Zhang Tao took a deep breath, tried to calm his mood, and under the leadership of a little eunuch, he walked in front of Chongzhen: "Your Majesty, please, the solution to the drought is on the high platform." ”

Chongzhen looked at the high platform not far away, nodded, and walked up to the flat platform about four stories high with an expressionless face.

Standing on the flat platform, the view is extremely wide.

Ahead is a vast crater that stretches forward with no end in sight.

To the east of Pingtai is a vast land, but it is a pity that these fields, which should have grown green seedlings, have all dried up and cracked out large openings, which looks extremely shocking.

To the west of Pingtai is the Yongding River, a large river that flows through many state capitals, and the water level has plummeted, revealing the black silt at the bottom of the river.

The Donglin Party people who came up with them saw the pingtai piled up with the soil, and they were completely relieved, the altar was built, and it seemed that Zhu Shun was really asking for rain.

It's just that the ten iron shelves standing on the bank of the Yongding River are something, and the shape is so weird.

On the banks of the Yongding River.

Zhu Shun was wearing a quail complement official uniform, holding a large red flag in his hand, standing in the middle of a row of steam engines.

In exuberant spirits.

Song Shihui, Song Shiyi, Jiao Miao and other ten people shoveled a shovel of coal, and stood next to the kiln of the steam engine with their heads up.

Staring intently at the big red flag.

When Chongzhen walked to Pingtai with hundreds of civil and military officials, he stood firm.

Zhu Shun waved the red flag vigorously and shouted brightly: "Burn the fire!" ”

Hearing this order, the ten people immediately filled the coal in their hands into the kiln, quickly ran to the side of the kiln, and pulled the bellows.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

After a cup of tea.

All ten furnaces burst into flames, burning and licking the egg-shaped containers, and gradually bursts of white gas came out.

It didn't take long.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The silence of the wilderness was broken by a roar, and ten steam engines kept moving, spitting smoke and fire, and the sound roared.

Chongzhen and the civil and military officials were all frightened when they heard the roar that rang their ears, and hurriedly looked up at the sky, thinking that there was thunder in the sky.

They looked at the sky, and the sun was still hanging high in the sky, and it was still that cloudless clear sky, and there was no hint of thunder or rain.

"Your Majesty, look! There are ten dragon lords on the bank of the Yongding River. ”

I don't know who shouted, Chongzhen and the civil and military officials quickly looked at the bank of the Yongding River.

On the embankment of the towering Yongding River, there are ten steel beasts, which are spitting flames outward, and streams of white gas are constantly rushing out.

It's like the dragon lord has descended to earth.

Many officials who believed in Taoism and Buddhism hurriedly knelt on the ground, chanting words in their mouths, and even many officials began to kowtow to the steam engine to welcome the arrival of the Dragon King.

The platform quickly fell to its knees, and only Chongzhen and some high-ranking officials and ministers stood in place, but they also froze, looking at the steam engine in amazement.

The next scene made many high-ranking officials and important ministers also kneel on the ground, and there was even an old squire who was in the third grade.

Ten columns of water rushed out of the steam engine and landed in the deep pit below, forming ten waterfalls.

The faces of Chongzhen and Zai Fu Shangshu changed instantly, thinking that it was really the Dragon King who had appeared, and looked at the scene of the Arabian Nights in front of them motionlessly.

The officials who were kneeling on the ground also quickly raised their heads and watched the steam engine spray water out.

I just watched it all morning.

Ten steam engines pumped the river water all morning, and the deep pit in front of the pingtai turned into a sparkling lake.

The sparkle is vast and there is no end in sight.

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