Chapter 304 The Space Has Changed
The space in my mind is at least the size of a football field, exuding a desolate and ancient feel.
But Jiang Qingzhi's gaze stopped at the big tripod.
The numbers are flipping.
"One year... two years... three years..."
Jiang Qingzhi felt his heart trembling.
What did I do? Or did Ding Ye smoke?
"Four years!"
Jiang Qingzhi covered his chest and gasped heavily.
years.
Finally, it reached an integer.
Three hundred years of national life!
"Twenty-four years! It's really not easy for me."
More than a year has passed since the time travel, and Jiang Qingzhi has finally extended the Ming Dynasty's reign to three hundred years.
There are still two hundred years left in the country's life. According to this efficiency, it can be completed in ten years, or at most fifteen years.
and then?
Jiang Qingzhi suddenly found that he was not excited to go back at all.
He was even a little panicked.
"Master Ding, after 500 years... can I return to that era?"
The big tripod turned slowly, and the copper rust seemed to fade a little.
An aura of majesty permeated the air, and Jiang Qingzhi seemed to sense a word... Get out!
Hey!
Jiang Qingzhi raised his middle finger in his mind and asked, "Where's the reward? Uncle Ding, where is the reward?"
What can be rewarded for four years of national life?
Jiang Qingzhi rubbed his hands.
Some of the excitement is unbearable.
A shadow appeared in the void, gradually solidifying...
bang bang bang bang bang...
Just like rain, the rewards fell into the space.
Jiang Qingzhi took a look.
"Uncle Ding, this is..."
The barrels were neatly stacked in the space, and the words on them made Jiang Qingzhi feel very familiar.
--gasoline!
"Uncle Ding, what should I do with the gasoline? To make a fire to keep warm?" Jiang Qingzhi was angry, but when he turned his eyes, he saw that there was something else behind.
"what is this?"
Jiang Qingzhi looked carefully.
dynamo?
The three generators lay there quietly.
"Imported? Let me see how powerful it is."
"10KW, holy shit!"
Jiang Qingzhi remembered that the largest gasoline generator in the country seemed to be 6KW or 8KW.
“You can charge your phone now.”
Jiang Qingyi was delighted, then confused, "Isn't this just using a cannon to shoot at ants?"
"What is this?" Jiang Qingzhi turned his eyes and saw a large wooden box.
"Come out you!"
He moved the wooden box outside.
Jiang Qingzhi pushed the door open and went out, "Watch the door."
"Don't worry, young master." Sun Chonglou and Duoduo squatted together, very vigilant.
Jiang Qingzhi went in with a hammer and some tools, "Don't make a fuss if there's any noise later."
"Oh!" Sun Chonglou was eating the biscuit and wanted to feed Duoduo, but Duoduo turned his head away in disgust.
Jiang Qingzhi entered the study and opened the wooden box.
"My mother-in-law!"
Jiang Qingzhi looked at this treasure that was shining with the glory of modern industrial civilization, and reached out his hand to touch it with trembling hands.
The cold touch told him that this thing was genuine.
Small home machine tool!
Made in Germany!
Jiang Qingzhi was stunned.
This thing...where is the instruction manual?
Jiang Qingzhi rummaged through the wooden box and found several large manuals with pictures and text in Chinese. So this lathe must be imported.
——Your best companion for home DIY!
This is the introduction at the beginning.
In later generations, there are too many people who like to DIY at home, especially those doomsday maniacs. They not only hoard a large amount of food, fuel and other supplies, but if all the processing tools are pulled out, Jiang Qingzhi feels that a world war can be started in the Middle Ages.
Jiang Qingzhi took a quick look at the instructions, especially the voltage and frequency.
230V, 50HZ.
so far so good!
If the voltage is not right, these things will be no more effective than compressed biscuits.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Qingzhi reluctantly withdrew.
A hundred barrels of gasoline can keep an engine running for a long time.
In extreme cases, it can even be used for heating, or... for murder and arson.
Jiang Qingzhi was looking forward to the generator even more.
It's a pity that Mr. Ding didn't provide a voltage stabilizer or a socket or something.
wrong!
Jiang Qingzhi went in again and looked carefully at the generator outlet.
In addition to a dedicated terminal block, there are two output sockets.
Let’s live together!
Jiang Qingzhi stepped out again and closed his eyes.
What makes Mr. Ding so generous?
The country lasted four years.
One hundred barrels of gasoline.
Three generators and processing equipment.
"Uncle!"
Hu Zongxian's voice came from outside.
"Old Hu, what's the matter?"
Hu Zongxian came in, "The news from the Ministry of Works is that just now, the craftsmen from the Ministry of Works have already set off. Someone from the Ministry of Works said that the officials on this trip said goodbye to their families before leaving, and they will not return until they win!"
Jiang Qingzhi was shocked. "Where are those craftsmen?"
……
"Mother, please come back!" Outside Chaoyang Gate, a team of craftsmen were ready to set off. Their families gathered with them, and the sound of crying was endless.
A woman held her husband's hand reluctantly, while her child on the other side looked at him eagerly.
The craftsman touched the child's head and said, "Da Lang has grown up. From now on, the family will rely on you."
The child was only ten years old, but he nodded vigorously, "Don't worry, Dad."
The woman burst into tears. "They said that we don't know when we'll be back. It's been very hard all the way in the wind and sun, and we might end up in trouble..."
Not far away, an official sighed: "At most 30% of these people can come back."
In this era, taking a long journey is almost like taking a gamble with your luck, so farewell poems are popular - you don't know when you will return, and maybe you will never come back.
Disease is the biggest enemy, and there are also various accidents.
In this era of lack of medical care and medicine, a cold or fever can be life-threatening.
The craftsman said, "Those officials will go too."
On the other side, more than a dozen officials were also saying goodbye to their families.
"This trip is related to the fate of the Ming Dynasty. If it can be successfully promoted, my wife, the Ming Dynasty will be able to support 10% more people. 10%! It will be worth it even if I die."
"But what about me? What about the child?"
The official looked at his wife and children and bowed for a long time.
"I have pledged my life to my country, and I am ashamed of my wife!"
It's time to leave.
Amid the cries and shouts, several riders came galloping over.
Jiang Qingzhi looked at the officials and craftsmen, then suddenly raised his hand, put the edge of his right palm against his temple, and made a gesture whose meaning no one knew.
He took a deep look at these people. At this time, a man came over. He was the Minister of Works, Jiang Hua.
"That day, I convened the Ministry of Works to discuss matters, saying that this trip would take us all over the Ming Dynasty, and we would face many dangers. Those who don't want to go can stand up. Does Long Wei Bo know how many people have stood up?"
Without waiting for Jiang Qingzhi to answer, Jiang Hua said, "Fifteen people!"
He held his head high and said, "The Ministry of Industry has never failed the world. If all these people die, I will take over the responsibility of promotion. If I die, there is still my son!"
After Jiang Hua left, an official came over and said, "Minister Jiang's eldest son is a scholar in the Hanlin Academy. Just yesterday, he took the initiative to come to the Ministry of Works!"
The official said solemnly: "The people in our Ministry of Industry are definitely not the kind of people who only talk on paper!"
Jiang Qingzhi was silent and lowered his head for the first time.
He just felt something surging in his chest. After returning home, Jiang Qingzhi called Hu Zongxian and Xu Wei to the study.
"Write a memorial."
Jiang Qingzhi considered it and suddenly shook his head, "Forget it. If I can't do something for them personally, I won't be at ease."
Xu Wei and the other man looked at each other, not knowing what he was going to do.
"Those who opened the market last time are now out of luck." Xu Wei said with a smile, "The man who bet 300,000 strings of cash has appeared. It is said that he is a powerful man. Not a penny less must be paid within ten days."
"In addition, Jincheng Marquis Zhang Tong said that those people had nothing to do with the Marquis's mansion. This is a frame-up." Hu Zongxian sneered, "Those people are thugs in the casino. The casino is registered under the name of Wang Ju..."
"Is Wang Ju dead or missing?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
"He's dead. He fell down after drinking." Hu Zongxian said, "Zhang Tong is so confident!"
Xu Wei sneered, "This matter is simple. Let the guards keep an eye on the mansion. Unless Zhang Tong never leaves the house, if he does, we will find a chance to kill him!"
"No, no, no." Hu Zongxian shook his head. "I bet that once Zhang Tong goes out, someone will keep an eye on him, waiting for the uncle to take action."
Once Jiang Qingzhi ordered someone to kill Zhang Tong, he would be overwhelmed by public opinion in an instant.
"Just run away after the fight." Xu Wei suddenly smiled, "I know there are people in the capital who specialize in killing people, and the best ones only earn a hundred strings of cash. What if we pay a thousand strings of cash? Killing Zhang Tong can deter those idiots in the capital!"
Hu Zongxian shook his head. "Killing people is certainly satisfying, but it makes morality stand on the other side. The country has its own laws..."
Jiang Qingzhi's thoughts were flying. He seemed to see those craftsmen and officials struggling to move forward in the desert. They walked with difficulty, their faces were dark, and their bodies were thin...
The next day, King Jing arrived.
"When Shou'an heard the news, she went to beg the emperor, saying that Zhang Tong was shameless..."
Jiang Qingzhi was still thinking about the promotion of biogas digesters, and was a little absent-minded.
"There will be a court meeting tomorrow. If you meet Zhang Tong, don't get angry. I will find a way to deal with him later!"
King Jing went back.
The next day, Jiang Qingzhi got up early and changed into his earl's clothes.
"My husband looks like he's going to a fight." Li Tian took a few steps back, looked at her handsome husband, and said with a smile.
"It's almost like a fight." Jiang Qingzhi said.
When they arrived at Xiyuan, the old dandy was stunned when he saw him in all his gear. "Don't you dislike wearing these things?"
“Sometimes I need it to show my attitude!”
"What attitude?"
"You'll know later."
Later, the king and his ministers gathered.
Yan Song spoke on behalf of the court and then a debate began.
Jiang Qingzhi listened silently.
The Taoist looked at him and wondered what this monkey was trying to do by making such a big fuss today?
Zhang Tong also came today. He was not far from Jiang Qingzhi, but he was extremely vigilant.
After the debate ended, Jiang Qingzhi left the class.
"Your Majesty, the Ministry of Works has sent dozens of officials and hundreds of craftsmen. This journey is bound to be difficult, but no one has backed down. I suggest that those who are willing to sacrifice their lives for the country should be rewarded generously!"
Jiang Qingzhi's voice echoed in the court, "I think the salaries of officials can be doubled, and the remuneration of craftsmen can be doubled! If they die, the pension will be doubled!"
A voice came from behind, "Chang Wei Bo, the Ming Dynasty is in need of money everywhere. It's being doubled here and doubled there. Can the Ministry of Revenue still make ends meet?"
An official came out and said, "Your Majesty, the biogas digester was invented by Long Wilbur. If you reward officials and craftsmen heavily, it will be Long Wilbur who will benefit..."
He looked at Jiang Qingzhi and asked, "Chang Wei Bo, do you want all the farmers in the world to be grateful to you?"
This statement implies that Jiang Qingzhi is trying to win people's hearts, which is really heartbreaking.
Jiang Qingzhi walked over.
"What!" the official sneered.
Jiang Qingzhi punched him in the face and kneed him. Several officials seemed to hear the sound of eggs breaking and could not help but clamp their legs together.
The official knelt on the ground, his face pale. He looked at Yan Song and others...
Yan Song came out and said, "Your Majesty, I think what Chang Wei Bo said is appropriate!"
"I second the proposal!"
"I second the proposal!"
"..."
One by one, the ministers came out and stood solemnly.
This was a unanimous voice that had never been heard in the court.
(End of this chapter)
