Daming: I, Yang Xian, really govern Yang!

Chapter 210 Two frustrated people
Song Lian was pushed back by Yang Xian's series of rhetorical questions, but he couldn't answer, and his old face turned red with anger.

In the end, he only choked out one sentence.

"Strong words make sense!"

As a great scholar in the world, Song Lian had never seen anyone like Yang Xian.

When he was young and studying, he abided by Confucian etiquette and respected his teachers.

After he became a great Confucian, those students also respected him extremely and never refuted his teachings.

But now, Yang Xian was refuting him word for word in front of him, and was stunned into silence.

After a long while, Song Lian finally recovered.

I saw him breathing heavily, and said: "No matter how good the strange skills are, they are not the right way after all. The skills of craftsmen, but now you are teaching these to the twelfth prince. Let the princes of the same country learn from these craftsmen. With such skill, where is the face of the imperial court?!"

Yang Xian was angry for the first time from just now.

He looked at the great scholar in front of him and said, "Is it the face of the imperial court or the face of you Confucian scholars?!"

"You can go out of my house later and see with your own eyes how the people of Yangzhou City are living better and better because of the so-called miraculous skills you talk about. Master Song, what do you think of your With a little face, can you cope with the extra bowl of meat that the folks put in the pot?"

"Isn't it enough for the folks to have a good life? Isn't it disgraceful to the court? The people will only give you praise!"

"Okay, I'm going back to study the so-called strange skills and techniques you mentioned. I'm sorry for the inconvenience of hosting you."

Yang Xian was effectively issuing an eviction order.

After becoming a great scholar in the world, Song Lian was not someone else's guest wherever he went. This was the first time he was ordered to be kicked out.

Even Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao were never so rude to him.

"I will definitely expose your tricks!" Song Lian stood up and flicked his sleeves heavily.

He snorted coldly and walked out of the hall directly.

After leaving Yang Guofu, Song Lian, who was in a state of anger, obviously didn't take Yang Xian's words to heart. He didn't notice the smooth streets, the tall buildings on both sides of the streets, the various bustling shops, and the people of Yangzhou one by one. A happy smile on his face.

Song Lian was out of tune with the whole of Yangzhou.

Go against the flow of people and walk outside the city gate.

The back looks like a lost dog.

After leaving the city gate, Song Lian was even more angry. Instead of taking the rail train, he spent a lot of money to hire a carriage.

The carriage master was stunned for a moment when he learned that Song Lian was going to the capital.

"The guest is going to the capital?" the carriage master asked.

"Is there any problem?" Song Lian asked.

"No." The carriage master shook his head repeatedly, his eyes slightly red, and he asked carefully. "The official rail trains are fast and comfortable for people to sit in. Why don't guests take the rail trains?"

There was one thing he didn't say, and it was cheaper than hiring a carriage directly.

Song Lian said: "The old thing passed down from our ancestors is still useful. The rail train is so fast and carries so many people. There may be an accident one day."

The carriage master nodded without refuting.

There is no reason to push out the business obtained.

Since the construction of the rail train, he has not received this kind of cross-city business for a long time, unless it is at night, the rail train is out of service, and the people on the train are in an emergency.

Correspondingly, his income has dropped sharply. It's not that he is unwilling to learn new skills, but he has been working as a groom for half his life and knows nothing else.

The development of science and technology will inevitably eliminate some professions and people.

This is the sorrow of little people under the tide of the times.

under the sunset.

A carriage carrying two frustrated people headed south.

Beijing.

Imperial City, 24 yamen, military battle bureau.That day, after Zhu Bo brought several barrels of rubber back from Yangzhou, he succeeded in making a rubber gasket for sealing according to Yang Xianjiao's method.

The craftsmen of the Bingzhan Bureau had long given up on making this steam engine.

Now all of them are just mechanically completing the tasks assigned by Zhu Bai.

Zhu Bai saw all this but didn't care.

At this time, Zhu Bai was completely different from the Zhu Bai of that day. At that time, even he himself did not see the hope of success, so after experiencing successive failures, he felt that everyone was looking at him. , all laughing at his illusion.

Now Zhu Bai firmly believes that he will succeed.

Neither the eyes of the outside world nor the opinions of others can have the slightest impact on him.

Everything is going on as planned.

Zhu Bai's eyes were fixed on the furnace in front of him, watching streams of molten iron flowing out of the furnace and then starting to shape.

Work started in the morning and lasted until the sun set in the afternoon.

A real steam engine was finally officially launched!

On the other side, Yangzhou.

Yangzhou University, in Laboratory No. [-].

There were also enthusiastic shouts.

"Xiao Cheng, we finally succeeded!"

"We finally made it!"

"We did it. We built the steam engine Mr. Yang talked about with our own strength!"

Royal Palace.

Early morning visit to Fengtian Hall.

The Confucian family, who couldn't bear it anymore, finally took action.

Originally, Song Lian wanted to save some face for Yang Xian. After all, he was a student of his good friend Liu Bowen, so he went to Yangzhou in advance.

What Song Lian was thinking was that as long as Yang Xian admitted his mistake on the spot and led the Crown Prince Zhu Biao and the Twelfth Prince to the right path, he would forget it.

But during the trip to Yangzhou, the two of them were completely at odds.

Song Lian no longer needs to worry.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who is high above the Dragon Court, has been planning to attack Japan these days, after discussing today's government affairs according to the procedures.

Zhu Yuanzhang just wanted to issue an order to withdraw from the court so that he could plan carefully when he went back. After all, this battle was of great importance.

A figure suddenly stood out from among the officials, knelt down directly in the hall, and said loudly.

"Your Majesty, I am a lecturer in the Imperial Academy, and Song Lian has written a memorial for you!"

Zhu Yuanzhang looked up, with a curious look on his face. You must know that Song Lian was already in an almost semi-retired state and rarely interfered with court affairs.

Zhu Yuanzhang was also very curious about what he was going to start.

"Master Song, get up and speak."

Song Lian slowly stood up, shook his court clothes, and said loudly and righteously: "My lord, I impeach Yang Xian, Duke of Yang, for bewitching the prince, engaging in strange tricks in the palace confinement, and wasting the court's manpower, material, and financial resources. Please Your Majesty will investigate clearly and severely punish these unhealthy practices!"

"Your Majesty, is there anything in this world that can replace human and animal power just by burning firewood and charcoal, as Yang Guogong said?"

Although Song Lian is old, his voice is still loud and clear.

The voice fell.

Above the court, the officials had different expressions.

(End of this chapter)