Daming: I, Yang Xian, really govern Yang!

Chapter 110 Butterfly Wings
In fact, the earliest prototype of the train can be traced back to the Qin Dynasty.

That was the carriage that Qin Shihuang took every time he traveled.

Although it has only one carriage and its power source is still traditional horses, some of its functions and the roads it travels on are similar to modern trains and rails.

To this end, Qin Shihuang also built special tracks for royal chariots in many places across the country. These tracks were made of wood and laid parallel to both ends of the sleepers.

The distance between the two wooden rails is the distance between the wheels of the carriage, and the laying of sleepers is also very particular. The distance between the sleepers is "tailor-made" by craftsmen according to the distance between each step of the horse. ", so that every step of the horse can step on the sleepers.

With today's technology, rail cars are not difficult to build, but laying the rails is difficult.

Wherever the train goes, the tracks have to be laid, and the manpower and money spent are astronomical.

And it also needs someone to take care of and maintain it on a daily basis.

If it is promoted nationwide, Yangzhou alone will obviously not be able to complete it. Didn’t Prince Zhu Biao complain about the slow travel time between Beijing and Yangzhou? I will talk to him about this next time he comes. Just like the previous wool processing workshop, Just let him come forward.

Yang Xian thought so in his heart.

night.

Beijing.

In Tingyue Tower.

A tall man said loudly as soon as he entered the building: "I want to see Miss Qiyue."

It was already late at night, and there were not many guests in Tingyue Tower. It was just that the ordinary woman in the Red Tower had nowhere to go, so she just stayed and ate in this building, so she simply opened the door.

The old woman yawned and glanced sideways at the man in front of her. With her vicious eyes, she could tell at a glance that the man was an old man.

The figure is tall and burly, very masculine, but he looks a bit slender.

But it didn't matter. After falling into the world, she now only recognized the yellow and white things.

"Is Miss Qiyue someone who can meet anyone who wants to? And Miss Qiyue is a prostitute rather than a prostitute. If uncle, you want to find someone to sleep with you, I will call a girl right away." The contempt in his eyes was clearly revealed under his sleepiness.

Snob.

Although Ma Nanshan was a rough man, he also knew how much his mother loved money. He took out a Ming Dynasty banknote from his arms and stuffed it directly into the old mother's lapel.

The old woman lowered her head and glanced at the denomination on the Ming Dynasty banknote, and a bright smile immediately appeared on her face.

At this time, the Ming Dynasty banknotes had just been issued, but they had not depreciated as much as they later did.

"Uncle, please sit down first. I will call Miss Qiyue to play the piano for you right away."

Thinking that he was about to see Miss Qiyue, whom he missed day and night, Ma Nanshan's eyes burned, and his whole body became hot.

After Zhu Yuanzhang had been in Ma Nanshan for so many years, his two sons were bombed to death in Poyang Lake in the final decisive battle with Chen Youliang. Not long ago, he signaled Li Shanchang to give him a job as a fourth-rank director of the Ministry of Industry.

But the salary of a fourth-grade official was still too little for Ma Nanshan.

A few days ago, the imperial court said it would give everyone extra salary, but they still haven't found it yet. The cakes were painted very big, but in the end they only gave a little bit.

Seeing that all the brothers in Fengyang's old camp have been promoted, Li Ge and Zhang Si, who were close friends, even married two wives, but he is the only one who has not married a woman yet.

Feeling extremely empty, he began to enjoy going to the Moon Tower to watch the "beautiful anchor" perform her talents.

The old lady walked to the second floor, glanced at Ma Nanshan's expression downstairs, and whispered: "You are really crazy. You come here to listen to the piano in the middle of the night. Can he understand it?"

Winter.The sun is slightly warm.

On this day, Yang Xian was tinkering with the track in the backyard of the government office.

Suddenly we received an unexpected guest.

The second prince, Zhu Xiang!

And this time, Zhu Xi was honest and visited as the second prince of the Ming Dynasty.

He originally thought it would surprise Yang Xian, but he didn't expect that Yang Xian had no reaction at all. He must have guessed his identity a long time ago.

"Wang Yuemin told you?" Zhu Xi couldn't help but ask, knowing that he was very satisfied with his previous disguise as a wealthy businessman.

Yang Xian shook his head and said, "I guess."

"Good guy, you guessed my identity, and you dare to worry about me returning home after nine outings." Zhu Ming said.

"Don't you ask Your Highness the Second Prince to return this?" Yang Xian said with a smile.

"It is only natural to pay back debts. Today is the day to pay back the money." Zhu Xi took out a large stack of Ming Dynasty treasure notes from his chest and slapped it directly on the table next to him.

3 taels of silver, every penny is a lot.

The interest was already waived when he helped smash Lan Yu's pirated bookstore during the pirated Red Mansion incident.

Yang Xian raised his head and glanced at Zhu Xi, sighing in his heart that the royal family's salary was really large, and they had paid back the money in just two years.Originally, Yang Xian had already made plans to lose the money.It would be nice to be able to make the prince owe a favor.

But this time, Yang Xian really misunderstood.

If you are a crowned prince, your salary will indeed be high.

The prince's annual income is 2000 shi of rice, [-] guan of banknotes, [-] pieces of brocade, [-] pieces of silk, [-] pieces each of gauze, [-] pieces of silk, [-] pieces of winter and summer cloth, [-] taels of cotton, and [-] pieces of salt. Yin, one thousand catties of tea, and fifty horse fodder per month.The satin material is given to the craftsmen every year, and the prince's palace makes it himself.

Lao Zhu has absolutely nothing to say about the treatment of these descendants of his clan.

But now that Zhu Xi has not been awarded the title, a prince really can't afford so much money at once.

The reason why Zhu Fang has so much money is entirely because of his contribution in building asphalt roads in the capital. He used to pay for the construction himself, but now that the construction was successful, the court just returned the money to him.

And now he has taken charge of the renovation of the entire capital's roads.

All this is thanks to Yang Xian, so when he came to Yangzhou this time, he not only came to pay back the money, but also to express his gratitude.

Yang Xian looked at Zhu Xi and suddenly thought of another thing.

That is, it is already the fourth year of Hongwu. Logically speaking, Zhu Yuanzhang should have been ennobled as a prince as early as last year.

My teacher Liu Bowen, in the original time and space, chose to resign and go into seclusion for the first time in the fourth year of Hongwu.

But none of these things have happened yet.

In other words, my own time travel, like a butterfly flapping its wings, has unknowingly affected the entire history.

After expressing his gratitude, the second prince Zhu Xi humbly asked for advice on some asphalt pavement issues. After more than a year of practice, he has now become an expert in this field.

While chatting, Zhu Xi suddenly mentioned the wooden rails that Yang Xian was playing with in the backyard of the government office. With a curious look on his face, he asked, "Yang Xian, those wooden rails that I saw in the backyard before." What is the use?"

(End of this chapter)