Zhu Shun looked at the fast-running Song's flying shuttle loom, which was no longer a flying shuttle loom, but an important industrial system.

The modern textile system has completed an important link.

Zhu Shun was about to call Song Shihui to witness this historic moment, but Song Shihui, who was still thinking about the silk reeling mechanism next to him, left here silently.

At the moment when the Song Flying Shuttle loom was completely perfected, Zhu Shun had already expected this situation, and this time Zhu Shun was not ready to solve the mind of the eldest disciple Song Shihui.

It's also a good thing to leave him alone for a while and think about it.

In the next period of time, Zhu Shun will be busy transforming the Song's workshop into the Song's textile factory, and let the craftsmen of Wang Gongju earn more silver to supplement their families in Chongzhen, which is becoming more and more difficult to survive for three years.

During this time, Song Shihui was left alone.

Far away in the capital, there are only some servants left.

Zhang Fengxiang, the secretary of the Ministry of Industry, took a large family to Jinan Mansion, where he had a separate business in Jinan Mansion, Shandong, which borders Beizhili, and temporarily left Beizhili, where the plague was rampant, with his family.

The curtain of the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Industry also followed, and the last hand was being promoted.

Zhang Fengxiang never thought that even something like the plague, Zhu Shun had a way to control it.

The overall situation that has been deduced for a long time is naturally a loss in the whole game, and Tuntian Langzhong was also dismissed from office because of the crime of false accusations.

In order to buy people's hearts, Zhang Fengxiang also brought the Tuntian Langzhong family to Beiye in Fuping Town, Jinan Prefecture, to avoid the plague-ridden Beizhili, which was regarded as compensation for him.

Zhang Fengxiang, who is known for his resourcefulness, planted in Zhu Shun's hands several times in a row, and it is estimated that other members of the Donglin Party are now sick with anger.

Zhang Fengxiang is becoming more and more calm-hearted, and his scheming heart is so deep that Fan Wencheng is afraid that he will be dignified when he sees it.

The last backhand reserved at the beginning, a move that can be called a winning hand, emerged from Zhang Fengxiang's deep city mansion.

Pestilence.

As early as when the plague first appeared, Zhang Fengxiang spent a lot of incense and silver, and even did not hesitate to give a cherished bone dong from the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty to Jinyi Wei Qianhu, saving a plague patient who was about to be burned to death.

The plague patient hid in this mansion and was carefully isolated as a winner.

As long as this plague patient is secretly sent to Huangcun, not only Zhu Shun will die, but his whole family will be buried with him.

Ma Shiying, the first cool official in the capital, can even dare to kill the great eunuchs of the twenty-four yamen.

At night, Zhang Fengxiang sat in the bamboo pavilion in the courtyard, did not drink tea, did not practice calligraphy, and quietly waited for the results of the deferred by the curtains.

After half a pillar of incense, a middle-aged Confucian student walked out: "Shangshu, that matter has already come to an end." ”

"August 15 is almost here, Zhu Shun will definitely go home on that day, it is a good day for reunion, just to send their family back to the west."

Zhang Fengxiang didn't look at the middle-aged Confucian student, closed his eyes, and a happy laugh appeared on his calm old face.

But before he could last long, his laughter was interrupted by a steward.

The steward ran over in a panic, and said with a panicked face: "Master, it's not good, a group of sergeants and brocade guards came outside and surrounded our house." ”

When Zhang Fengxiang heard the word sergeant, the happy laughter on the old man's face disappeared in an instant, but when he heard that there was still Jinyiwei, a smile appeared on his face again: "It's okay, as long as Jinyiwei is here, no one will move in the whole Shandong." ”

The middle-aged Confucian glanced at the panicked steward in disgust, and said calmly: "If the Criminal Department wants to kill a common person, the emperor must personally approve it." ”

"Zhang Shangshu is a dignified Shangshu of the Ministry of Engineering, a member of the second grade, who dares to touch him, even if Ma Shiying's cool official comes, he will not dare to do it."

"Kill a big eunuch, that's because the eunuch is the emperor's domestic slave, as long as the emperor doesn't pursue this matter, Ma Shiying will not only not be guilty, but also have great merit."

"Shang Shu is one of the core members of the Donglin Party, and if Zhang Shangshu moves, it is equivalent to offending the most powerful bureaucratic squire in the world."

"He Ma Shiying is not afraid of being attacked by the Donglin Party? Aren't you afraid that the ancestral grave will be dug up, and the ancestor will be dug up by the Donglin Party and whipped the corpse? ”

A sentence that the ancestor was whipped is more useful than anything else, and the steward is not afraid, wiped the sweat on his face, and left here in small steps.

The mouth of the middle-aged Confucian should have been opened by the monk, and Ma Shiying, who was used as an example just now, was standing at the gate of the mansion.

Jinyi Wei Qianhu was trying to persuade Ma Shiying, and what he said was not much different from that of a middle-aged Confucian student: "Ambassador Ma, you have to think clearly, even the emperor is in front of the Donglin Party...... Cough. ”

Jinyi Wei Qianhu couldn't help but want to slap himself, and almost came out of his mouth, how could he talk about the emperor outside.

Ma Shiying suddenly turned his face and looked at Jinyi Wei Qianhu seriously: "Do you know how to make the people live a good life." ”

Hearing this, Jinyi Wei Qianhu breathed a sigh of relief, and finally persuaded Ma Shiying to come down, but Ma Shiying was just like that, not as evil as rumored.

Think about it, Ma Shiying's is the first cool official in the capital, and when he encounters the Donglin Party that controls the government, he still has to pretend to be his grandson.

Jinyi Wei Qianhu thought that Ma Shiying was looking for a step for himself, and said casually: "If you have money and food, you won't have a good life." ”

Ma Shiying's clear eyes always looked at Jinyi Wei Qianhu, listened to his answer, and said seriously: "You are right, but you are not right. ”

"I'm from the frontier, and I've served as a parent officer in the bitter cold frontier."

"If you are the parent official of the ruling party, you must be worthy of the two words of parents in front of the official."

"Therefore, this official tried all kinds of methods in the frontier, hoping to make the life of the people in the frontier better, and even did not hesitate to violate the laws of the Ming Dynasty, lied that there was a famine in the county, and distributed a lot of grain for disaster relief to the people in the frontier."

"But in the second year, the life of the people in the frontier was still just as difficult."

"It's not that the frontier people are lazy, they are the most diligent farmers I have ever met. up"

"But no matter how much grain is grown and how much cotton cloth is spun, it still can't live a good life."

Jinyi Wei Qianhu saw such an idiot Zhixian for the first time, and instead of stuffing the benefits into his own pocket, he gave them to those dispensable croppers, and impatiently cooperated: "Then how can I live a good life." ”

Ma Shiying said seriously: "Stability." ”

"Only when the country is stable can the people live a good life."

After saying this, the house was already full of dry firewood, and a lot of fierce fire oil was poured on it.

Ma Shiying took a torch for lighting from the hand of an archer beside him, and walked to the door of the Ministry of Works' Shangshu Mansion step by step.

With a strong throw, he threw the torch into the dry pyre, and with a 'poof', a fire dragon quickly spread in all directions.

Ma Shiying stared at the raging fire and said seriously: "So, please go to death." ”