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The question that came to Chu Fan's mind was about the hard sail and the soft sail.

The advantages of Chinese hard sails are outstanding and they are very easy to handle. For example, the mainsail of the Chujiasha ship, although it is as high as two feet and five feet, because there are several ratchets at the top of the mast, seven or eight people can easily raise the huge mainsail by standing on the deck and pulling the rope.

However, its disadvantages are also obvious, the hard sail uses a large number of wooden skeletons, which limits its wind area, so it is very slow, inefficient when sailing across the ocean, and is not suitable for ocean trade and exploration. To make matters worse, the hard sail can only be raised to the top, and the sail power cannot be adjusted according to the situation, which is not good for naval battles and crossing island groups.

The advantage of Western-style soft sail is that it has a large wind and many support points, so the area can be larger, and the speed and load have great advantages, and even on the same mast, it is also a section, and the sail force can be adjusted according to the situation, which has the advantage of being conducive to naval battles and avoiding reefs, and second, if you encounter a smaller storm, you can also drive slowly and safely.

The disadvantage is that it is complicated to operate, requires a large number of crews, and takes a long time to raise the sails. The sail of the Western big ship is composed of three parts: the cross sail, the Latin sail and the oblique truss sail, with many modules and cumbersome procedures, and the pulley can only be used to adjust the rope and cannot directly raise the sail.

Sailing on a Western galleon is an extremely complicated task that requires a lot of experience to complete -- when the "Gothenburg" visited Shanghai, China, Chu Fan, who was in high school, went up with his classmates to visit, and he was deeply impressed by the dazzling sailing performances of the Swedish crew.

If you combine a Chinese hard sail with a Western soft sail, then ...... Chu Fan leaned on the pillar of the pavilion, his eyes lit up when he thought about it.

But soon he came back to his senses with a wry smile - Chu Fan, who was a human being in two lives, was extremely unfamiliar with the sea and sailing, not to mention that if he wanted to combine soft and hard sails, he had to have incomparably rich experience in shipbuilding, so this idea could only stay in Chu Fan's mind, and it was impossible to realize it.

Just when Chu Fan wanted to get into it, the sand boat had already returned to a small bay to the west of Wanzikou Village—a private harbor where various boats, large and small, were moored from nearby villages.

After laying the anchor ingot, Chu Fan got off the boat with the guys on the boat, but Ge Bi stayed on the ship, as the boss of the ship, he preferred to stay on the ship rather than on land.

I have to give the boat a name, looking back at the sand boat that gently undulates with the waves, Chu Fan thought.

"Dawn"! That's right, it's called Dawn!

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A heavy snowfall clothed Dengzhou City in silver.

The snow was so thick that it seemed to hide all the filth of the city in a holy white. The livestock manure that can be found everywhere on the bluestone street is no longer visible, the perennial foul-smelling sewage ditches on both sides of the street are gone, and the Wei Zhongxian Ancestral Hall, which was demolished in a mess only last month, has disappeared and been replaced by a group of strangely shaped sculptures of white snow.

Chen Shangren wore a dogskin hat and walked out of the Kuishou bookstore on Nanmen Street, and as soon as the cold north wind blew, he couldn't help but shrink his neck, put his hands into the thick cotton sleeves, and looked at the yard behind him, waiting for the young man in the bookstore to drive the slow ox cart out.

Climbing into the ox cart and sitting down, Chen Shangren couldn't help but look at the large piles of colorful covers on the cart, and the word "fairy grass" with a small indigo seal on it was particularly eye-catching.

This is the cigarette cover that Chu Fan commissioned him to print, and it took a lot of effort to wax it.

The ox cart creaked slowly through the ankle-deep snow, looking at the South Gate Avenue with few pedestrians, Chen Shangren sighed inaudibly.

Just yesterday, a major event that he had been paying attention to finally happened: Di Bao recorded that on the first day of November, Emperor Chongzhen ordered Wei Zhongxian to go to Fengyang to guard the mausoleum!

The storm that has been coming for many days has finally come, and the entire Dengzhou officialdom, no, the entire Daming officialdom, immediately fell into an inexplicable restlessness.

Big changes are coming!

The Donglin Party and those who were attached to the Donglin Party raised their eyebrows, cheered, and colluded in all directions, aiming the spearhead of the counteroffensive against what they considered to be the Eunuch Party and the remnants of the Eunuch Party.

The adults who think that they are inseparable from the eunuch party are in panic all day long, and some are like lost dogs, closing their doors and holding their tails to be people; Others are fighting the trapped beasts, trying to get themselves out of the list of eunuchs.

Wang Tingqian is the latter, and he is about to be transferred to the post of deputy military envoy of Denglai, and he braved the snow to enter Beijing again a few days ago to continue his political speculation.

"Keep an eye on the kid surnamed Chu, I don't care if he sells tobacco or anything, what I want is to resume the business of the Japanese Kingdom as soon as possible...... A penny is difficult for a hero, and without the entry of this Japanese country, we can't stiffen our waists at a critical time! …… You go and tell the kid surnamed Chu that if you can't get 30,000 taels of silver, I don't care who his disciple is! Thinking of the pair of goldfish eyes that Wang Tingqian stared at him before leaving, Chen Shangren felt a chill on his back - he knew the meaning behind Wang Ting's words, Wang Tingqian was jumping off the wall in a hurry.

But now he has nothing to do - now he and Chu Fan are completely tied together, and he can only gamble, bet that these tobaccos can really be sold at sky-high prices!

In the midst of his thoughts, the ox cart finally arrived at the threshing floor in Wanzikou Village, and Zhang, who had been leaning on the door for a long time, let Chen Shangren go to the concierge while beckoning someone to lift the cover down - the cigarette rolls had already been completed, and the threshing floor had been working for two or three days.

"Uncle Chen, I've worked hard for you, and this snowy day will make you run." Zhang warmly made a cup of tea for Chen Shangren.

Zhang's simplicity made Chen Shangren a little unaccustomed, and he held the steaming teacup and humbly said a few words, and then asked, "What are the nephews doing with these covers?" ”

"Fan'er said, I don't understand what kind of packaging to do, anyway, he can do what he tells me to do." Zhang replied with a smile.

Wrap? What's that?

This new word aroused Chen Shangren's curiosity, and he couldn't help but come to the grass shed with a teacup, and watched the female homeless people cut the cover into a small one, and then glued it into a square box with fish maw glue, put it into twenty cigarette rolls, and seal it with a small piece of paper.

Chen Shangren picked up a finished product and looked at it with interest, only to see that the box was slightly smaller than his palm, the front and back were the same, a few strokes outlined a big mountain, a Molan at the foot of the mountain, and the word "fairy grass" was written on the small seal in the upper left corner.

It turns out that this is the so-called packaging, Chen Shangren couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and his heart couldn't help but move, there is this box wrapped, not to mention the rest, just the appearance is much better than the round paper sticks.

It seems that Chu Fan is in his chest, and Chen Shangren has finally regained some confidence in the bet.

As he was watching, the door of the threshing floor was slammed, Chen Shangren turned his head to look, only to see Zhang's open the door, and another ox cart entered the door, and it was pulled until the grass shed stopped, and the cart was full of small wooden boxes.

What is this?