Chapter 139: A Treasure-level Scientist of the Late Ming Dynasty

In order to finalize this matter, Zhu Shun lest this be Zhang Tao's impulse, he regretted it after today: "Uncle Zhang Shishu has to think about it, the director of the Dushui Division is a sixth-grade official, and he is about to cross the hurdle of being from the fifth grade." ”

Zhang Tao's next reaction made several people present laugh, and also made Zhu Shun completely relieved: "According to the current grain price, the six products of Zhenglu for a month are only ten taels of silver." ”

"This official has heard that a craftsman in Wang Gong's bureau is almost a tael of monthly money, you kid can't treat your Uncle Zhang Shi badly, let alone give a monthly money of twenty or thirty taels."

"Don't cry poor, you kid, who doesn't know your spinning workshop... Well... The spinning mill earns five hundred taels of silver a month. ”

Speaking of five hundred taels, Zhang Tao's voice suddenly paused, his expression was a little embarrassed, in the past, he could earn so much silver, but since the water level of the Yongding River plummeted, the productivity of Zhu's spinning mill has decreased a lot.

More spinning women were recruited, and the cost was greatly increased from hydraulic production to human production.

Sun Yuanhua knew that this friend had been a practical petty official for most of his life, and he was not suitable for the court where everyone was a smiling tiger, so he wanted to resign for a long time.

The lion who was worried about Zhang Tao opened his mouth and frightened Zhu Shun, and hurriedly said: "Lao Zhang, you really dare to speak, it is still twenty or thirty taels, and the monthly salary of this official is only sixteen taels of silver." ”

"Ten taels of silver a month is almost enough, don't be delusional and ask for so much, it's really in the eyes of money."

Hearing this, Zhang Tao couldn't help but get nervous, and when he said what he said just now, half of it was a joke, and half of it was also true.

There is no way, the prices in the capital are too high, Zhang Tao has the old and the young, and there is a large family to support, he is a six-grade official, and the whole family is still crowded in the suburbs of Beijing with only a few tile houses.

Half of the money won last time was used to honor the poor teacher Wang Zheng, who was a teacher for one day and a father for life.

The other half was detained by his wife, saying that he would leave it to his three sons to marry in the future.

If you want to buy those coal mines, you can't negotiate with your wife for a long time, after all, it is obviously a loss-making transaction.

Zhu Shun looked at the nervous Zhang Tao, smiled heartily, and stretched out five fingers: "Where is twenty or thirty taels enough, give Uncle Zhang Shi fifty taels of silver a month, what do you think?" ”

Fifty taels? Zhang Tao's gang of West French people have been poor all their lives, and when they heard the astronomical amount of fifty taels of silver, they couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, Zhu Shun released an explosive message again: "As long as Uncle Zhang invites Master Ling, not only will Uncle Zhang Shishu and Master Lingshi be granted more than 500 taels of research funds every year." ”

"The commander will pay back a hundred taels of monthly salaries every month."

One hundred taels a month, one thousand two hundred taels a year.

Xu Guangqi and Sun Yuanhua inexplicably felt a warmth in their hearts, a warmth that was taken so seriously by the West French for the first time.

Sun Yuanhua couldn't help but laugh: "Shipeng gave such a high price, and the official couldn't help but be moved." ”

One thousand two hundred taels is very high? Anyway, in Zhu Shun's opinion, for this kind of scientist who has surpassed the national treasure level and is considered a treasure level, three thousand taels is not much.

In the seventh year of the Apocalypse, Wang Zheng had already compiled the "Diagram of the Strange Instruments of the Far West", which included a large amount of modern physics knowledge, such as the knowledge of statics, the theory of geocentrism, the solution of the center of gravity, and the volume of water.

With such a treasure-level old gentleman, sitting in the Jingshi University Hall, it is possible for the Jingshi University Hall to become the real Jingshi University Hall.

Zhang Tao suddenly laughed, laughing extremely happily, and tears even appeared in the corners of his eyes.

Their group of officials, who were slandered as members of the Western Faculty, did not hesitate to give up their glory and wealth, but also insisted on delving into the barbarian doctrine despised by the Confucian scholars, just to find a glimmer of hope for Zhongxing Daming.

It doesn't matter that the Confucian scholars despise them, they have paid so much effort, even the emperor looks down on them.

I didn't expect to be so valued by Zhu Shun today, and I paid attention to it so much that in Zhu Shun's eyes, the value of his mentor Wang Zheng had surpassed that of the first assistant of the cabinet.

The moon is a product, but eighty-seven taels.

Zhang Tao nodded heavily, and said with a serious expression: "Uncle Shi has written down this matter, but the teacher has resigned and is worried at home, so it's really hard to say whether he can invite him over." ”

Zhu Shun understood what Zhang Tao meant, which meant that my husband didn't love money, let alone a hundred taels of silver, even a thousand taels of silver couldn't impress my husband.

Zhu Shun smiled, not loving money, but it was easier to do: "Tomorrow I will give Uncle Zhang Shishu a junior high school physics textbook, with this book, it should be no problem." ”

Zhang Tao slapped his thigh fiercely and laughed: "How did you forget this book, with this book, even if you don't give money, my teacher will come over." ”

Zhu Shun set his eyes on Xu Guangqi and Sun Yuanhua's master and apprentice, and the meaning couldn't be clearer, if you two come over, give the same treatment.

Xu Guangqi stroked his white beard and said with a smile: "One day, the temple will not need the old man to support it, and Zhu Shanchang should not be stingy with the position of a teacher." ”

Zhu Shun heard an old temple worshipper and called himself a mountain chief, and he couldn't help but blush a little because he had always been thick-skinned: "Whatever Xu Shilang said, the kid will definitely greet him." ”

Sun Yuanhua, who was next to him, opened his mouth, and originally wanted to say that he had resigned from his official position, but he thought that his teacher was nearly seventy years old, and he was still sheltering the West French people from the wind and rain in the temple.

If he also left the temple, the teacher would really be alone, so he could only give up this idea, and said a little listlessly: "And this official, Zhu Shanchang must not be stingy when the time comes." ”

You are the first person in artillery in the Ming and Qing dynasties, who dares to be stingy, Zhu Shun said secretly in his heart, and said with a good smile: "We also have a steam engine, and then we have to find a way to deal with the drought." ”

Zhang Tao no longer regards himself as an outsider, and takes the initiative to help Zhu Shun set up a stage, so that he can sing a good show: "Shipeng specially went to the capital to call us, I must have already made up my mind for a long time." ”

Zhu Shun released an earth-shattering thunderbolt again, stared at the steam engine, and said with a deep gaze: "Controlling the drought is only one aspect, this time we must carve a breakthrough in the system of the Ming rentier class." ”

Xu Guangqi stroked the palm of the white beard, froze suddenly, and the brown old face became extremely serious: "What Shi Peng said is the truth. ”

Zhu Shun looked over, Xu Guangqi, Sun Yuanhua, and Zhang Tao had serious expressions on their faces, and nodded solemnly: "Seriously, but you have to count on Xu Lao to worship and point out a yang conspiracy." ”

"Only by planning the general trend can we ensure that nothing goes wrong, otherwise we will waste this great opportunity in vain."

Xu Guangqi stopped talking, walked to the hall of the steam engine workshop, and sat in the middle of the main hall.

"Let's take the long view."

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