Daming Yinghua

Soon, the Jiangnan area entered the busy season of transplanting rice seedlings and sowing cottonseed.

Hundreds of battalions and reserve peasants and soldiers in Zhengjiazhuang all resumed their status as farmers, stopped military drills, went into the fields, and began to work with their families, using the wisdom and skills accumulated over thousands of years, to beg for a meal from the world eat.

Yes, many of them were bachelors from Liao people who were alone when they came here. In just a few months, they already had families—local girls from Chongming began to marry into Zhengjiazhuang.

"Hua Er, did you get the money sent out to the newly married couples yesterday?"

Near noon, Zheng Haizhu walked into the courtyard and asked the girl Hua Er at the door.

Hua Er was weaving the reins with his back facing away, when he heard Mrs. Zheng's voice behind him, he was terrified, turned his head and got up, and panicked: "I, I forgot."

"Have you forgotten, or haven't learned to remember?"

"Yes... it's all... ma'am, just let Hua Er go, Hua Er is forgetful and stupid, and really can't be a accountant." Hua Er said with a look of pleading, "Madam, Hua Er is Women are not as smart as men, not to mention bookkeeping, but just looking at these books, they are all confused."

"Nonsense," Zheng Haizhu interrupted her, "Our Songjiang Cannon Factory trains gunners to do calculations. They are women. Aunt Tang who taught you how to keep accounts is also a woman? Why are mules not as smart as men? car, you will, how can you be more stupid than them?"

Hua Er didn't dare and had no reason to refute, she just lowered her head and pursed her lips.

How much she wished that Grandma Tang would still be Tang's younger sister, with good eyesight, so she wouldn't have to bring an apprentice to take over as the accountant of Zhengjiazhuang.

Zheng Haizhu looked at the ledger with no progress, but was not really annoyed.

Her nephew and Fan Polu were about to get married, and in front of her eyes, there was only Hua Er who was as close as the next generation.

She likes this girl who lost her mother early but has a strong ability to survive, and always wants to let her learn a craft of standing up, instead of being around her as a driver.

Zheng Haizhu possessed himself, picked up the horsewhip on the ground, handed it to Hua Er, and said in harmony: "You sing so well, but you are ashamed to let you learn opera. Tang Po has praised me several times for your honesty, and I will remind you Damn, you said dizziness again. Do you want to drive a mule cart for me for the rest of your life?"

"Well, I just want to drive a car for my wife, and only sing for my wife." Hua Er raised his head and stared at Zheng Haizhu seriously.

Zheng Haizhu couldn't help laughing, sighed softly, and patted the girl on the shoulder: "Come with me, don't worry, I'm not going to Mrs. Tang's place to learn bookkeeping."

The hooves of the mule cart clattered.

The car passed through the busy paddy fields, cotton fields and salt fields, and came to the newly widened small river in Zhuangzi.

Chongming is located at the confluence of rivers and seas. The island is already dotted with rivers and ditches, but there is a lack of dredging, and many of them are silted up and dried up.

Zheng Haizhu invited several master craftsmen from the water control craftsmen who opened up the upper and lower Huangpu in the Songjiang River and built the shipping wharf to dig the river channel, restructure the terrain, and introduce running water.

Xinkai River is not only not smelly, but also can provide some hydraulic support.

Zheng Haizhu named it "Suzhou Creek". When Wu Bangde and others asked why, the traveler from Shanghai smiled and said that he believed that Chongming Island could be as prosperous and prosperous as Suzhou.

At this moment, a lot of people have already gathered beside the Chongming version of "Suzhou Creek".

Zheng Haizhu walked over and said to a man in a Confucian scarf next to Wu Bangde: "Mr. Song, how is this place? Can I borrow some help?"

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Song Yingxing is 33 years old this year.

It will be about 20 years before he wrote and published "Tiangong Kaiwu".

This Jiangxi scholar, who has been smart and well-read since he was a child, was among the best in the provincial examination in Nanchang Prefecture five years ago, and won the honor of Juren. Later, he went to Beijing to take the examination, but failed twice.

Last year, Zheng Haizhu went to Nanjing to see Lu Xiangsheng, and inquired about some scholars who had been very famous in Shilin in recent years, but Chun Wei had failed the rankings. When he heard the name "Song Yingxing", he almost lost his ability to manage facial expressions.

In ancient times, it was too difficult to find someone.

Zheng Haizhu, as a time traveler, plunged headlong into the Jiangnan where people gather at the beginning of the game, and actively and passively got acquainted with several talented figures of the Ming Dynasty, which probably exhausted the gold finger blood points.

When she went to Fujian to beat Hongmao, she asked Yu Zigao, Xu Xinsu and other local snakes about Song Yingxing several times, just because she vaguely remembered that this palace-level scientist was from Fujian, but the feedback from the local snakes was: "I have asked around, There is no such person."

Finally, the hard work paid off, and Lu Xiangsheng had a clue.

Both Lu Xiangsheng and Song Yingxing were unsuccessful candidates in the last Wanli examination.

Excellent people are often attracted to each other, and the two southern candidates both love the mechanics of gunpowder machinery and the beauty of metal and wood hammer forging.

Zheng Haizhu decisively asked Lu Xiangsheng to take the lead, and asked Song Yingxing to meet in Nanjing, and he wanted to hire him to go to his base area as an expert guide.

After working like this for half a year, in the summer season, Song Yingxing finally went north from Jiangxi Bailudong Academy to Yingtian Mansion, and Wu Bangde took him to Chongming Island.

Song Yingxing went to the island yesterday, Zheng Haizhu greeted him at the pier, and called "Mr. Song", unlike Wu Bangde, who called him "Master Song", but when referring to Sun Yuanhua from the Songjiang Artillery Factory, Zheng Haizhu used "Mr. "The appellation.

Sun and Song are about the same age, and they are both juren, so they should be called the same for the same person.

Song Yingxing showed no signs of displeasure.In his mind, although the woman in front of him is several years younger than himself, but she has been ordered by the court, and is respected by a young hero like Lu Xiangsheng, so she must be a person, and calling himself "Sir" is already a way of hospitality .As for the woman who is pregnant with the sixth-rank imperial order, and the person who calls Sun Yuanhua is "Master", as Guanshi Wu introduced, the two have worked together to forge firearms in the early years, and they are just familiar with the habit at a young age.

After the first detail, Zheng Haizhu also had a good impression of Song Yingxing's modest personality in socializing and curiosity in interviews.

In the evening, in Wu Bangde's tidy courtyard where cleanliness patients were conquered, when Song Yingxing was greeted with a banquet, Zheng Haizhu, in addition to the dowry money, also prepared a set of meeting gifts for Suzhou's superior bookstore.

They are "Xin Yi Xiang Fa Yao" by Su Song of the Song Dynasty, "Meng Xi Bi Tan" by Shen Kuo of the Song Dynasty, "Shou Shi Li" by Guo Shoujing of the Yuan Dynasty, and "Compendium of Materia Medica" by Li Shizhen of the Ming Dynasty.

This gift is sent to people's hearts.

During the banquet, Zheng Haizhu mentioned from time to time that the world is vast, everything has a cause, and manpower is small, but the human heart can find the cause of all things and follow the traces of all things. Erudite scholars do not study real flowers like jujube pear flowers, but rather Obsessed with what auspicious things like "Chu Ping" look like, those who are good at painting do not think about the structure of dogs, horses and houses, but are keen on thinking about how clouds, gas, ghosts and ghosts are written and colored, which is really a joke in the world.

How could Song Yingxing have imagined that these viewpoints were wholesaled by a modern person hundreds of years later from his old Song's books written decades later.

He only felt that Zheng's daughter's speech was wonderful, and her vision and insight were comparable to that of his mentor in Bailu Academy.

The opinion of bosom friends is the best social lubricant.

Early this morning, Song Yingxing came to the "Suzhou River" with great interest, ready to complete the task assigned by Mrs. Zheng.