The Yongle Grand Ceremony of the Ming Dynasty recorded that in the Southern Song Dynasty, there was longitude and latitude cartography in China!

This method measures the Earth's latitude by observing the altitude of the North Star, and the map is based on the direction of the meridian and the north is the positive direction.

The longitude and latitude cartography method opened up the unification of the map orientation to the north.

Therefore, when Zhao Xiong came through, he was a staunch supporter of Western pseudo-history.

Now that he has this map, he is even more sure that the Yongle Grand Ceremony of the Ming Dynasty, which disappeared in the war, is the flashpoint of modern and Western civilization.

However, Taierzhuang is not a coastal area in the mainland, and it is difficult for those foreign devils to infiltrate.

It may be that he has been filial piety in Zhuangzi for three years, and so far in the past three years, he has not seen a foreigner, even a small widow.

Since the gate could not be opened, Zhao Xiong looked at the map and pondered the canal route from Hanzhuang Gate to Weishan Lake.

Suddenly, I found that the post road parallel to the Grand Canal happened to be in Hanzhuang in a Y-shape, divided into two roads.

Among them, the east side of the Grand Canal can bypass the Hanzhuang lock and go all the way to Zaozhuang Town, which is 30 miles away.

If you want to transport Dehai's goods by land, bypass the Hanzhuang Gate and transfer Andehai's goods to the nearest Tongshan Island wharf, and then find some sand boats, and take advantage of the fact that there is no ice on the canal, and send them to Tongzhou as soon as possible.

In this way, I don't want to be meritorious, but I want to be wrong, and there are still two months to celebrate the New Year.

So Zhao Xiong told the big shopkeeper about this idea, and the big shopkeeper smiled and nodded in agreement.

On the map, the nearest wharf to the north of the post road in Hanzhuang Town is Shagou Village, Zaozhuang Town, thirty miles away.

"Shagou Village!"

Zhao Xiong clicked on the map to Shagou Village, and on the side, the big shopkeeper Liang Cheng touched his goatee and said: "Shagou Village is not peaceful now!" ”

"Lehi hung up, I made a special trip to Donghai to take a look, and it was indeed dead, hehe, he died well, and it solved many people's worries!"

The big shopkeeper saw that Zhao Xiong was silent, and the big shopkeeper said again.

"But he has an eldest son who is a unicorn, but unfortunately it's not a concubine!"

At this moment, Zhao Xiong felt that his second uncle said that Lehi's death seemed to be bleak, whether he had known that Lehi was in danger.

The big shopkeeper said while pouring tea:

On the day that Lehi hung up, this son happened to go back to the countryside to worship his mother nearby, so he led a group of family members to carefully sift through the Shagou village.

I received reliable news that the food that was taken away was robbed, and half of the grain has been recovered for him. ”

Zhao Xiong recalled a scene three years ago, when he was on par with his second son, Li Chao, but several times he received inexplicable information and got cheap.

It seems that 90% of the eldest prince Li Ge is the one who ventilates the news.

The chief treasurer also said: "I see that among Lehi's three sons, the eldest son is a unicorn, but unfortunately he is a concubine, and as for his son-in-law, he cannot inherit the family business."

Zhao Xiong silently picked up the teacup, slowly sipped the tea in the cup, and the room was quiet for a while.

A cup of tea, slowly drank it all in one sip, and the warm porcelain cup in his hand gradually cooled down.

Zhao Xiong suddenly asked in a deep voice: "Then tomorrow evening, can I invite this unicorn to go to Dafeng Restaurant to negotiate?" ”

The big shopkeeper Liang Cheng hesitated slightly, then nodded.

At this moment, the county master of Yixian County is called Yang Shuangyin, the word is north, a native of Gaomi, Shandong, 45 years old this year, born in Da Yao, two years ago spent 5,000 taels of silver to make up for the lack of knowledge of the county.

The county magistrate, who has been in office for two years, is very "busy" with business every day, and even his favorite poems are paired, playing, playing and singing, and he is very happy.

Today, there are two things that give him a headache that cannot be solved: this season usually snows early, and tomorrow is the gate closure festival of Hanzhuang, and there is no snow yet.

This year's situation is special, when I get up in the morning and open the window, I see that it is always gloomy, but it does not snow.

If there is no snow, the canal will not have enough water in the coming year, and the spring will cause the boat to run poorly, which is a good disaster to blame him!

"It's obviously a natural disaster, and manpower can't be remedied, but the eunuch surnamed An mentioned the meaning of opening the gate in his letter, what should I do?

Is the Grand Canal owned by your family?

The county magistrate was indignant in his heart.

But I can't afford to offend, or I just pretend to be sick!

However, if he offends the eunuchs in the palace, the eunuchs are the most resentful, and it is estimated that he will not have good fruit to eat in the future!

Yang Shuangyin sat on the Taishi chair and sighed.

On the other hand, it has to do with people.

Yesterday that abominable Lehi died, died in a daze!

If you're dead, you're dead!

also got out of the civil uprising, knowing that after the Grand Canal closed the locks, it was time for the triennial assessment, if the assessment of the officials was unqualified, he had to sue the old man to return to his hometown, which really cost him his life!

The homeless people looted the grain docked on the boat in Shagou Village and the warehouse next to the wharf, and it would have been good if they didn't rob much, but unfortunately the mob set fire to the warehouse.

As soon as the fire burned, everything was empty.

On the Grand Canal, you can smell the smell of burnt paste for ten miles, and you can't hide it, how can this be good?

Also, as long as the matter is not big, it is easy to fool the past for a while.

But the looting and burning of the grain appeared in his own land, not only could he not keep his black gauze hat, but even his direct boss, the current governor of Shandong would also be implicated.

The current governor of Shandong is Lin Zexu, who was sent from the capital.

This Lin Zexu has a background, and the old emperor gave him a high evaluation of his work this year:

"Although you have not been in Shandong Province for a long time, and the official reputation is quite good, there is nothing wrong with doing things, I have heard about it for a long time, so I call you to be the governor of Shandong, and you will make up for the vacancies, and after you fill the vacancies, you will ......take a good look at the officials and the people."

It is rumored in officialdom that Lin Zexu, who was promoted to governor of Shandong, is a ruthless character, and in just four months in office, he has dealt with many old cases.

Not only that, but last year, when the crops were destroyed due to floods not seen in decades, Lin Zexu was in charge of the relief work, and on the one hand, he distributed the millions of relief funds allocated by the state treasury to the victims.

Do not allow officials, prisoners, and earthen sticks to encroach on it, and because of the effective measures, "the old and the weak are not counted" by the people, and they are called "Lin Qingtian" by the people.

"Alas, Lin Qingtian".

Yang Shuangyin, the county lord, sat at the desk, sitting in the city of sorrow, it was when he couldn't make up his mind when he was thinking left and right, and his subordinates reported: "Tang Weng and Mr. Dong are back." ”

"Ahh Yang Shuangyin jumped up: "Please, please!" ”

Mr. Dong's name is Dong Yidan, and he is the cousin of Jiang Zhiyong, a member of the Yi County Tax Division, and a hereditary official of Yi County.

In this era, the Shiye group was in full swing, so the officials had to rely on the six-room officials who had served in the local yamen for a long time or even passed down from generation to generation.