When Xing'an Bo Gongzi Xin Ning Bo Gongzi heard this, he felt that Zhu Shun was really interesting, for them, the second ancestors, it didn't matter whether they made money or not, the important thing was face.

With Zhu Shun's words, who still has the big face of the two of them, even the most domineering prince of Baoguo, who has been too soft for the prince of Fuwang before, and now he doesn't have to say some good things.

Zhu Shun didn't know that just after he released the news of selling steam engines, within a few days, Fang Langzhong of the Wenxuan Division almost fainted, and several of Wu Sangui's uncles couldn't eat for several days.

is obviously a mountain of gold and silver, but they were thrown away as waste, the key is to show off how wise he is and how idiotic Zhu Shun is when he meets people these days.

Only a few days have passed, and a Daming steam engine that can pump water appeared, and slapped them hard.

The Beiping Machinery Bureau belongs to the initial stage, and it is necessary to train the fitters, supervise them to build steam engines, negotiate the price, and so on.

Fortunately, Zhang Tao, the chief engineer, was recruited in advance, just like throwing the matter of Zhu's spinning factory to the third uncle, Zhu Shun threw a bunch of trivial matters from the Beiping Machinery Bureau to Zhang Tao.

Zhu Shun once again became indifferent, sitting leisurely in the fence school thinking about recruitment, preparing to recruit some talents with intelligence of more than sixty points.

Before Zhu Shun could relax for a few days, Wang Chengen came to the door again, time waited for no one, and it was too late to build a thousand steam engines.

Coincidentally, Wang Chengen was sitting on the official hat chair and had not yet covered his buttocks, and Song Yingjing, who had finished treating the plague, walked in in a hurry.

Song Yingjing didn't know Wang Chengen, it was already dark, and even if she knew Wang Chengen, she couldn't see her appearance clearly.

This scholarly disciple with an excellent demeanor and a gentle smile was obviously in a hurry, and without waiting for Wang Chengen to speak, he said anxiously: "Mr. Zhu, can you lend me ten steam engines." ”

The Song family has contributed a lot to the people of the Ming Dynasty during this time, and Zhu Shun admires this kind of scholarly family that sincerely considers the Ming Dynasty.

If the cabinet Zaifu and the six Shangshu are all such good officials who are dedicated to the country and the people, how can the Jurchens have the slightest chance to enter the Central Plains more than ten years later.

Zhu Shun saw Song Yingjing's degrading appearance, and borrowed ten steam engines again, and roughly guessed what he was going to do.

Leaving no trace, he glanced at Wang Chengen, this prince was also very impatient, Zhu Shun knew in his heart: "What is the use of borrowing the steam engine from the Song epidemic prevention?" ”

One sentence of Song epidemic prevention, Wang Chengen knows who this anxious reader is, it is Song Yingjing, who presided over the important task of epidemic prevention some time ago.

Song Yingjing was too anxious, her mouth was dry from tiredness, and she picked up a cup of tea and drank it dry: "Mr. Zhu won't know that Beizhili has suffered a great drought that has not been encountered for decades. ”

"After we discussed the cash-for-work issue last year, I took a group of displaced people to slowly explore the implementation of cash-for-work, and after a few months of exploration, I finally had some experience."

"Of course, this is only secondary, after these months of eating and sleeping, I have roughly figured out the hydrological situation of Beizhili."

Song Yingjing put down the teacup in her hand, took out a map with a lot of text from her arms, and spread it on the moire coffee table: "This is Baiyangdian, this is Wuguan Lake, this is Triangle Lake, all of them are the famous fish and rice lakes in Beizhili." ”

"As long as the water of these three large lakes can be pumped out, and then according to the hydrological conditions of Beizhili, a steam engine will be placed at some water vein nodes."

Song Yingjing slapped the table vigorously and said solemnly: "With only ten steam engines, I have the confidence to irrigate most of the lower fields in Beizhili." ”

When Wang Chengen heard this, where could he still sit still, he suddenly stood up, trying to keep his voice still, but the excited expression on his face betrayed him on the spot.

Wang Chengen grabbed Song Yingjing's arm and asked seriously, "What Mr. said is the truth." ”

It wasn't until his arm was held that Song Yingjing realized that there was still someone here, frowning and breaking away from this reckless man's hand, and nodded: "What did I, Song, lie to you." ”

Wang Chengen held Song Yingjing's arm again, dragged him out, and walked out: "Then please ask Mr. to go with our family." ”

Song Yingjing felt that this person was very strange, and suddenly appeared and grabbed his arm, not to say, and dragged himself not knowing where to go.

Just as he was about to struggle hard, Zhu Shun stood up and said with a smile: "Fourth brother, don't struggle, this is a good thing." ”

Meddlesome? Song Yingjing looked at Zhu Shun puzzled, hoping to explain.

Zhu Shun only said three words, and explained this matter easily: "Wang Chengen." ”

Hearing this name, Song Yingjing really froze on the spot, Wang Chengen is the number one celebrity around the emperor, but such a powerful Xuanhe, how could he run to the humble Beijing Normal University Hall.

Look at his familiar state, he has come more than once or twice, and the familiarity is like going back to his own home, which is really weird.

Wang Chengen has never attached so much importance to a person as he does today, and he has never let go of Song Yingjing from leaving the Beijing Normal University Hall to entering the Forbidden City.

Song Yingjing has long heard that some powerful people have the good of Longyang, is it possible that the prince also has this habit, thinking of this, the expression on Song Yingjing's face was a little stiff.

Fortunately, Song Yingjing was born in a scholarly family and cultivated a humble bearing, otherwise she would have kicked Wang Chengen away and ran as far as she could.

Just when Song Yingjing was struggling with his heart, thinking about how to refuse the 'favor' of the prince, he was suddenly a little stunned, he actually saw the great tomorrow.

The moment she saw the emperor, Song Yingjing understood what Zhu Shun said about the good thing, it turned out to be this, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Song Yingjing, grass people, knock on the emperor." ”

Chongzhen had already been informed, otherwise where would Wang Chengen be able to bring a grass man to the Qianqing Palace where the emperor had corrected the chapter.

Chongzhen threw down the imperial pen in his hand and grabbed Song Yingjing's arm again: "What Aiqing said is the truth." ”

Song Yingjing was caught several times, and her arm was a little sore, but she couldn't help but be a little moved when she was able to make the emperor so courteous: "The grass people don't dare to deceive the emperor, if there is half a lie, they are willing to be punished." ”

Chongzhen helped Song Yingjing up, looked at this grass man who was dedicated to the country, and began to speak expressionlessly.

"Song Yingjing received the decree and pardoned you as the supervisor of the imperial history of Beizhili, and presided over the great drought of Beizhili."

Song Yingjing heard this oracle and stayed where she was, this supervising imperial history is not a fictitious title of temporary pardon for the ambassador of the Epidemic Prevention Bureau, but an official official recognized by the imperial court.

is still the seventh grade, Song Yingjing is equivalent to being promoted to six levels in a row, and he is still just a lifter, and he has no meritorious fame.

Wang Chengen pulled Song Yingjing's right shirt and said with a smile: "Mr. Song is not in a hurry to thank you." ”

Song Yingjing, who reacted, immediately knelt on the ground, and said in a choked voice: "Song Yingjing, grass people, thank the emperor." ”

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