Daming: I, Yang Xian, really govern Yang!

Chapter 367 The first light of this era

Ever since watching "One Piece", Xu Miaoyun has been out of control.

Because these days, Yang Xian has been tinkering with the research and invention of generators and light bulbs, so the update speed of the novel has significantly slowed down.

Xu Miaoyun couldn't bear it, so she could only visit her to urge her to submit the manuscript.

After announcing their arrival, they found that Yang Xian and Shen Cheng, the master and apprentice, were still busy at this time, so they just watched from a distance without disturbing them. When they asked the servants in the mansion, they said that neither of them had had lunch yet.

So Xu Miaoyun volunteered and went directly into the kitchen.

"Teacher, then the light bulb you mentioned has been successfully manufactured." Shen Cheng held the light bulb he made by himself with a smile on his face.

Yang Xian nodded and was about to speak when he suddenly smelled the aroma of porridge.

I saw Xu Miaoyun walking in slowly carrying a tray.

On the tray were two steaming bowls of porridge.

"Okay, let's put down what we are doing and let's eat first."

After seeing Xu Miaoyun, Shen Cheng quickly put down the light bulb in his hand, stepped forward and saluted respectfully: "I have met the princess."

"Xiao Cheng, you don't need to be so polite. You are Mr. Xu's student. Just call me Sister Miaoyun from now on." Xu Miaoyun picked up a bowl of porridge and handed it over with a smile on her face. "You're hungry, here."

Shen Cheng was so moved that he immediately reached out to pick it up and said at the same time, "Thank you, Sister Miaoyun."

"Just made it, be careful not to burn it." Xu Miaoyun said with a smile.

Shen Cheng took the hot porridge, looked at Yang Xian and Xu Miaoyun carefully, and then left very wisely.

In my heart, I kept praying with my teacher’s wife who was far away in Yangzhou, begging for forgiveness, but I, the student, saw nothing.

Wife, you are very good, but Sister Miaoyun is also very good.

Shen Cheng couldn't help but worry about his teacher Yang Xian. Even he, an outsider, didn't know how to choose. How difficult it would be for Yang Xian, who was a player in the game.

What Shen Cheng doesn't know is that only children like him can make choices, and adults naturally want them all.

In fact, when Xu Miaoyun came just now, Yang Xian had already noticed it. Later, when he saw the other party leaving, he was still a little confused. Unexpectedly, the other party went to cook for him.

"I'm really a little hungry. I forget to eat when I get busy." Yang Xian said with a smile.

Xu Miaoyun hummed, "When I first came in, I heard from the butler that you, the master and the apprentice, have been so busy that you haven't eaten yet. I guessed that you will be hungry when you finish your work. We will eat after meal time. The butler and the others will prepare it." The big fish and meat are not suitable, and it will affect the meal at night, so I went to the kitchen to cook the porridge first and try it out. "

"Okay!" Yang Xian said no more. He kept Xu Miaoyun's kindness to him in his heart. In fact, the relationship between the two has always been unusual, whether it was Xu Da's serious illness that time or Xu Miaoyun's after Yang Xian's wedding. Locking herself in a room and continuing to write Red Mansions, or later launching the women's movement, supporting Xu Miaoyun as the principal of China's first girls' school, and a series of other things, saying that Xu Miaoyun is just Xu Da's daughter? Obviously not, talking about friends? It can't be said completely, but after all calculations, one thing is certain, that is, the two of them are indeed not outsiders, so being too polite will make them look outsiders.

Drink porridge, drink porridge.

Yang Xian took a sip and narrowed his eyes slightly.

This craftsmanship is truly amazing.

Cooking porridge is a good indicator of a woman's cooking skills. Zhu Yuanzhang's favorite food was also the porridge cooked by Empress Ma.

"I know there is a way to make porridge that is also very delicious. It's called preserved egg and lean meat porridge. I'll teach you next time." Yang Xian said with a smile.

"Preserved egg and lean meat porridge?" Xu Miaoyun wrote it down carefully.

It's just that in this era, preserved eggs haven't appeared yet, and Xu Miaoyun doesn't know what preserved eggs are even if she thinks about it. Yang Xian drank and said, "Why did you suddenly want to come here today?"

"You also said that you have been delaying the manuscript of the latest chapter of "One Piece" for five or six days."

"Really? I've been busy making electric lamps recently and forgot about it."

"It's not just me, now the whole capital, it shouldn't be said that the readers of the entire Ming Dynasty are waiting for your following story. The teachers and students in my school are also your loyal fans, but they don't know who the author of this book is. You thought it was just a coincidence of having the same name." Xu Miaoyun laughed.

Yang Xian's nautical adventure novel is epoch-making. Coupled with the recent hot event of the Ming Dynasty's fleet sailing, it can be said to be a global hit.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Xu Miaoyun would not have been able to believe that Yang Xianxian wanted to write the novel "One Piece". Although the genres and themes are different, in terms of realm, Xu Miaoyun believes that it is no worse than Yang Xian's previous novel, and the wild imagination and fascinating plot are really breathtaking.

Xu Miaoyun's favorite sentence is that people's dreams will never end!
She looked straight at Yang Xian and suddenly said: "If I hadn't requested it at that time, would this book never have been written?"

If that were the case, what a pity it would be.

Yang Xian snorted and thought that it was really possible. Technological advancement was the real thing. How could he have the spare time to write novels? But when the words came to his lips, he coughed and said, "No, it's all thanks to your father and you. Brother Xu is so kind." This voyage gave me a lot of inspiration, and inspiration came suddenly.”

Yang Xian paused, and then said: "The updates will resume tomorrow. I will take you to see the sun tonight."

"what?!"

It was summer night in the twelfth year of Hongwu.

Jinling City.

Zhao Dongying, the official of the Patent Office, worked hard all day. He was already bloated and had no appetite in this hot weather, so he planned to eat an iced watermelon to relieve the heat.

He took out the watermelon that had been chilled in the pool, cut a big piece for himself, and then moved a small bench from the government office to the yard to enjoy the cool air.

After the industrial revolution, his originally quiet government office transformed into one of the busiest departments. Now he basically lives and eats in the government office.

Zhao Dongying took a hard bite of the watermelon and subconsciously raised her head to look in the direction of the Drum Tower in the city. Then her eyes immediately opened wide, as if she had seen something incredible.

He didn't even notice that the watermelon in his hand fell to the ground.

He wiped his eyes with his hand and cursed under his breath.

"My eyes are not blurry, why do I see the top of the Drum Tower shining!"

It’s not just Zhao Dongying.

That night, all the people in Jinling City saw the sudden light on the Drum Tower.

Because the Drum Tower is an important building in the capital of the Ming Dynasty, it is the time telling center of the entire capital. It urges civil and military officials to be diligent in government affairs and reminds the people to work hard.

At a certain point in time, people in the capital will subconsciously look towards the Drum Tower.

And tonight, after they watched it, they couldn't take their eyes off it again.

Because what they saw was the first light of this era.

　Originally, I wanted to place the electric light on the glazed pagoda of Dabaoen Temple, which would make the scene more picturesque. But later I remembered that it was built by Zhu Laosi in memory of Lao Zhu and Queen Ma.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)