The section of the railway from Beijing to Tianjin has been under construction for more than five months, and in fact the progress is not fast.

Mainly in terms of raw materials, there are great constraints.

The capacity of steel mills cannot keep up.

"Will it be completed by the end of the year?" Zhu Youzhen asked Fan Jingwen, who was so cold that his nose was red.

"Back to Your Majesty, if it doesn't snow heavily, there should be no problem with completing the project. If it snows heavily, I'm afraid it will be difficult. Timber and stone are difficult to transport and will certainly slow down construction. ”

Zhu Youzhen nodded, the weather is not something that people can control. He set his sights on the workers working in the distance, and although the weather was cold, they were doing their work in full swing.

These are farmers recruited by the railway bureau, who take care of three meals a day and pay their wages.

At the moment, there is no work in the fields, and staying at home will only consume food. Most people originally intended to come out and find a place to eat to relieve some pressure on their families, but they didn't expect to have a salary.

Receiving their wages after work every day is the happiest time of their day. Most people are reluctant to spend the wages they get.

Some want to make a pair of cotton shoes for the old lady.

Some want to make decent clothes for their wives.

Some want to buy some food for their gluttonous children.

In short, when a person works hard with a vision for the future, he will always be happier.

"Don't be short of the workers' money, if it is not enough, I will allocate it to you from within."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Fan Jingwen replied respectfully.

There is a shortage of money for the workers, firstly he will not, and secondly, the people below him will not dare.

Two months ago, a small official in charge of the office found a way to deduct the wages of several workers, and was taken away by Jinyiwei Wuhua on the second day. He also ate His Majesty's hanging.

He didn't know who it was, but he was sure.

There must be a brocade guard among these working farmers!

People are always not as good as the sky, and on the day of Laba, heavy snow began to fall from the sky.

In a short time, the ground was white.

As the snow slowly thickened, the entire capital fell completely silent.

"Children, don't be greedy, it's the New Year after Laba."

The wax moon in the capital is spent in the hustle and bustle.

In the sound of firecrackers, Zhu Youzhen ushered in his third New Year in Daming.

Geng Wu Year has arrived.

Looking back on what happened in the past year, Zhu Youzhen has a feeling that it seems to be real and illusory.

From the construction of the concrete road to the birth of the train.

From Gao Yingxiang's rebellion to his own change.

Pile by pile, piece by piece.

The trajectory of history is being quietly changed by him.

The Jiannu in the north were no longer to be worried, and the Mongols on the steppes became docile and well-behaved.

He decided to be lazy and let the tense nerves relax a little.

On this day, he called both the Zhou family and the Tian family to the Qianqing Palace.

"Hooray, what's the matter with summoning me and the two of you?"

"I'm going to teach you how to play poker today."

"Hooray, it's still daytime, and it's not too late for night." Zhou Yufeng's face was slightly red.

Long live is really, in broad daylight, I called people to play poker, and Sister Tian. Could it be that he thought?

Oops, no, no, no, how can we be together.

But what if Banzai gets angry?

That's not going to work, let Sister Tian come first, and I'll assist by the side.

Well, that's it.

Zhu Youzhen looked at Zhou Yufeng, whose cheeks suddenly turned red, thinking too much, right?

"Ahem, today, I will teach you the real landlord! That is, solitaire. ”

With that, he pulled out a stack of pokers.

Tell the two of them the rules.

"It's funny, but I don't know why Your Majesty calls that poker." Zhou Yufeng thought while listening.

But soon she knew what to say.

"Don't move! Bomb! Do you want? Plane! Don't want it yet? Pair two! ”

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

Zhou Yufeng's face turned red.

It turns out that the action is described with sound!

After that, during the holidays, the three of them would get together and play cards. In order to increase the fun, a few coins of silver will be added to make a bet. Zhu Youzhen is the most skilled, so naturally he will win more. Tian Xiuying is clever and makes rapid progress. Only Zhou Yufeng doesn't seem to be open-minded, and he is always distracted when he plays cards. The cards that should be played are not out, and the cards that should be asked are not. I don't know what I'm thinking.

A few days after the good days, trouble came again.

Just after the Lantern Festival, the envoy of North Korea came.

Help!

The messenger told their humiliation with tears in his nose, look at what your children have been bullied into, and hope that Daming's father can administer justice for his children.

After listening to it, Zhu Youzhen asked him to go back.

He already knew about it, but he didn't plan to care about it for the time being.

Although the current Lee Joseon is very loyal, their descendant Nambang is too annoying and disgusting.

Forget it, let's send some silver.

The next day, he summoned the Korean envoys.

"At present, the treasury of the Ming Dynasty is empty, there are disasters inside, and the displaced people are continuous. It also coincided with the entry of slaves into the customs a year ago, and they plundered on a large scale, which greatly damaged the vitality of our dynasty. It is really not advisable to raise a knife again. I'm afraid that Amin can't help the city. ”

When the envoy heard this, his face changed dramatically. Hope turned to disappointment.

"Although I can't send troops to help, I can reward 100,000 taels of silver. Help you get through this. "He has the money, so spend it himself.

"Minister, thank Your Majesty on behalf of my king." After speaking, he knelt on the ground again and bowed. When I stood up, my face was much better.

If you can bring some money back, at least you will have an account before the king.

The Korean envoy left with the silver.

experienced such a small episode, which brought back Zhu Youzhen's somewhat unrestrained heart.

The eighteenth day of the first month

He summoned his undercover first assistant, Fan Jingwen.

"Minister, look at this." Zhu Youzhen took a piece of paper and handed it to Fan Jingwen.

Fan Jingwen took it and looked at the circle line on it, and after a long time, he didn't understand what was drawn on it.

"Dare to ask Your Majesty, what is?"

"It's pinyin."

"Pinyin?"

"This is something I've researched in my idleness. You can phonetize Chinese characters. Look at this ......" Zhu Youzhen explained the use of pinyin to Fan Jingwen in detail.

The more Fan Jingwen listened, the more shocked he became.

By the end, with his mouth open, he couldn't say a word.

He couldn't imagine what kind of drastic change this thing called pinyin would bring if it was popularized.

"Minister, I plan to promote this pinyin, and I will say to the outside world that you created it, okay?" Zhu Youzhen said with a smile.

"What? Your Majesty! No way! How can Chen He De ......" Fan Jingwen didn't know whether he was excited or excited, and he couldn't even speak.

"The cabinet ministers don't have to shirk, the matter is decided."

After Fan Jingwen came out of the Hongde Palace, the whole person was dizzy.

How did such a good thing happen to himself?

Promoting pinyin is an idea that Zhu Youzhen had a long time ago. The reason why there is no action is nothing more than the fear of a backlash from some people. Now he is not afraid. At best, it's a matter of killing a few people.

The twenty-second day of the first month

The Daming Royal Publishing House was established.

Soon, the publishing house published its first book:

Hanyu Pinyin

Author: Fan Jingwen

The next day, the book appeared in major bookstores in Beijing.

The publication of Hanyu Pinyin is only the first thing that the publishing house does, and in Zhu Youzhen's plan, the publishing house will also be responsible for the publication of textbooks and newspapers.

He divided the textbooks into four categories: elementary textbooks, intermediate textbooks, higher textbooks, and professional textbooks. They correspond to the four stages of education in elementary school, junior high school, high school, and university.

"Hanyu Pinyin" is just a temptation.

Look at the reaction of the government and the opposition.

The twenty-eighth day of the first month

A student of Guozijian walked into a bookstore with nothing to do, walked around casually, and asked the boss:

"Shopkeeper, what new books have you been writing lately?"

The shopkeeper took a look, a regular customer.

What is the name of a student whose ancestral home is Suzhou? When Su Qin, his family had a lot of money. Then again, who has no money to visit a bookstore these days.

"Master Su, this year has just passed, how can there be any new books. It's pretty much the same as it was years ago. ”

"Oh, that's fine, forget it if you don't."

Su Qinshi said and walked outside.

"Alas, Master Su, please stay. If there is a new book, there is really one. The price is also cheap, do you want to take a look? ”

"Take it out. It's still hidden. Could it be that a banned book can't be done? Su Qinshi said angrily.

The shopkeeper ran into the house and took out a thin booklet.

"Su Gongzi, please take a look. This was forcibly suppressed by the soldiers and horses of the five cities above. It's full of circles, like ghost talismans, and I don't know what it is. The shopkeeper muttered while handing the "Hanyu Pinyin" to Su Qinshi.

Su Qinshi took a look curiously.

"Hanyu Pinyin? Author, Fan Jingwen. Fan Jingwen? Shousuke!? He couldn't help but scream. When the shopkeeper next to him heard it, he was terrible! This book was written by Shousuke? I said, "Why is it so familiar!"

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Su Qinshi couldn't wait to open it and flip through it, and the more he flipped it, the more ugly his face became.

"Why did the quality of the public do such a self-breaking thing......