Chongzhen lost his temper in front of so many courtiers for the first time, and he revealed the emperor's thoughts: "The Manchu Dynasty has only Zhu Shun, a loyal minister who is loyal to the country. ”

Wang Chengen, who was not smiling, smiled and pointed out of the city: "Your Majesty, there is more than one." ”

"Old Man Song learned that the imperial court sent troops to suppress bandits and donated 500,000 stone potato flour."

A sergeant's ration for a month was no more than three stones, one Chinese New Year's Eve six stones, and 500,000 stone of potato flour was enough for an army of 10,000 to eat for a year.

The important ministers of the Donglin Party did not know the price of the new-style bird gun, but they knew the price of potato flour, one stone and six coins of silver, and 500,000 stone of potato flour was 300,000 taels of silver.

300,000 taels of silver said to donate it?

It hurts for the important ministers of the Donglin Party to donate 300 taels by themselves, and when they heard that someone donated 300,000 taels of silver, they all didn't believe it.

What was going on outside the city didn't allow them to believe it, because it had already happened.

Rows of small black dots suddenly appeared on the plains outside the city, densely packed, and lined up the entire official road.

When the rows of small black dots walked in, the important ministers of the Donglin Party saw that they were mule and horse carts, and high linen bags were stacked on them.

This time, just as the old man Song scattered all his family wealth to help the people of the Ming Dynasty, he personally drove the mule cart to the city gate.

I happened to meet an acquaintance on the way.

Zhou Yuanwai, Lu Yuanwai, Jiao Shopkeeper, Sun Steward...... All the factory owners of the workers' associations came, and this time no one asked the factory owners to come, they all came spontaneously.

As early as a few years ago, the shopkeeper Jiao resigned as the shopkeeper of the Beiping Firearms General Bureau and opened a steam spinning factory by himself.

On the official road, there are all kinds of mule carts and donkey carts, and the sound of shouting, mules and horses, and the sound of wheels and wheels are mixed together, which is extremely lively.

Shopkeeper Jiao drove the donkey cart close to the old man Song's mule cart, and took the first step and said: "The old lady is so generous, at least half of the mules and horses on the official road belong to the Song family." ”

Old lady Song's body and bones are not as good as day by day, slightly better than the terminally ill Xu Guangqi, and the strength to laugh is almost gone: "The national disaster is at the head, we are waiting for the industry... Ahem... Industrialists should contribute to the Ming Dynasty. ”

A small effort?

The long mule carts lined up carried 300,000 taels worth of grain.

Shopkeeper Jiao didn't understand what the industrialist in Zhu Shun's mouth meant before, and looked at the old lady Song, who was halfway into the ground and had to drive the car in person, and finally understood the weight of the three words industrialist.

Take industry to save the country as its own responsibility.

It is a lifelong wish to prosper the country through industry.

Shopkeeper Jiao thought that he was also an industrialist, and a warm smile appeared on his face: "Yes, we are industrialists." ”

"The industrialist of the Ming Dynasty!"

Under the influence of Zhu Shun's many ideas, regardless of the size of their own factories, all the factory owners spontaneously rushed to send truckloads of grain and truckloads of cloth.

Even the lacquermaker sent a cart of large cloth that was in the sky.

That's half of his fortune.

The lacquer maker was not a worker, who was not assigned a cement house, and bought a pavilion near Industrial Avenue in the eastern part of the industrial city out of his own pocket.

The second floor is lived, and the first floor usually sells some preserved fruit and candied fruits, and the backyard stacks goods.

There was a mule cart parked at the door of this Hu Ji preserved fruit shop, loaded with a cart full of large Shuntian cloth, and there were seven or eight mule carts next to it, all of which were mule carts of some small factory owners, waiting for the Hu lacquer maker to go and deliver cloth to Sun Chuanting.

For today's special day, the lacquer craftsman specially put on a brand-new Songjiang purple cloth winter jacket.

Xi Zizi was just about to go out, and after beating a bachelor for most of his life, he had just married a little wife who had not been married for a few months, and stopped the painter.

The little wife has never read any poetry books, and she grew up in the countryside, and her personality is more pungent: "The surname is Hu, put down the old lady's cotton cloth, what does it matter to you that the official suppresses the bandits, did your head shoot out last night." ”

The lacquer maker had already walked to the door, and the small factory owners who were waiting for him at the door burst into laughter when they heard this scolding.

Hu Lacquersmith immediately blushed, and he was usually kind to his little wife, and said with a straight face: "Get out of the way." ”

The little wife stood next to the frame and glared at the painter who had reached the age of not being confused: "The old lady just won't let me, what can you do to the old lady." ”

In normal times, when the painter saw the lady's round eyes, he softened on the spot and began to say some good things in a low voice.

But not today, today is the day when Governor Sun goes on the expedition, time waits for no one, and his face is even redder in a hurry.

The two confronted each other for half a cup of tea, and saw that there were fewer and fewer mule carts on the industrial avenue.

Hu Lacquerer, who had groveled for most of his life, suddenly straightened his waist and slapped his little wife in the face: "You get out of the way!" ”

The little wife covered her red face and looked at the painter blankly, she couldn't believe that the spineless painter dared to beat her for the sake of an official who couldn't beat her with eight poles.

Steward Sun happened to pass by here with three donkey carts, and just saw the scene of Brother Hu straightening his waist, and hurriedly gave him a step: "Brother Hu hurry up, if you don't leave, you won't be able to catch up with Governor Sun's expedition." ”

After the painter beat his little wife, his legs immediately became a little weak, and when he heard Brother Sun's urging, he quickly jumped on the frame, raised his whip and whipped the mule: "Yes, yes, yes, hurry up, if you don't leave, you won't be able to catch up." ”

The body retracted into the middle of the frame, blocking himself with a cloth, for fear of being seen by the little wife.

Such a scene happened a lot, and the factory owners with different minds only had one thought left in their hearts the moment they saw the majestic capital.

We are industrialists.

The bearded painter, whose legs were weak, not only did not soften, but also stood up, looked at the endless long line of mules and horses, and roared proudly: "I am an industrialist." ”

When the small factory owners around heard this loud roar, their hearts were stirred, and they all stood up.

With pride on his face, he yelled loudly.

"The little ones are also industrialists."

"Me too, me too."

"Haha, we're industrialists now!"

I am the ghost of an industrialist crying wolf, and the undulating resounding of each other on the plains, there is an indescribable pride.

After shouting, the lacquer maker and the other factory owners glanced at each other.

Laugh.

On the top of the city.

Wang Chengen continued to spit out his names one by one: "Zhou Yuanwai donated twenty carts of cloth, Lu Yuanwai donated twelve carts of cloth, and Jiao Zhang, the father of Zhu Shun's third disciple, donated six carts of cloth........

Chongzhen looked at the long dragon of mules and horses that stretched away without end, his eyes were hot, as if something was about to fall.

I couldn't speak anymore.

I just silently wrote down these names in my heart that can't be considered names.

Lamp pen