Hundreds of households in Liaodong, covering the light with one hand

Chapter 197 You go to metallurgy

Entering the cabinet, chasing Donglin, the saint hangs his head and rules the world!

The old goatee's words still ring in my ears.

However, at that time, the old Taoist was playing around with the world, and he could only listen to what he said, but not believe it. Wang Qi thought that he had met a speculator and quickly forgot about him.

Why does another senior brother appear now?

Wang Qi looked at the old man with a white beard in front of him. When Xu Guangqi recommended this man to him, he only said that he was superb at Go, but there was no hint about his temple plans.

"Mr. Li, like your junior brother, does the old gentleman also have something to say?" Wang Qi did not play chess, but just looked at the old man quietly to see what he had to say.

It seems that Wang Qi does not intend to play another set.

"The old man plays at least three games with Mr. Guo every day, and each game lasts for half an hour. Although Mr. Guo is not good at chess, he always has good skills, and it seems that he does not aim at winning, but just to pass the time. Every time The attack this time was just unintentional, and the mental energy was not here, so naturally there was no improvement in chess skills." As the old man spoke, he slowly collected the chess pieces on the chess board and put them into the chess cage.

Wang Qi does not seek to win on the chessboard. Every move Wang Qi makes is a full-scale attack with all-out firepower. There is no restraint or preparation at all. It seems that he is going to spell out a piece within ten moves. It's like life and death.

This is completely different from the formal strategy in the court.

It seems that this person on the chessboard is the real Wang Qi.

And this discovery also brought the old man's evaluation of Wang Qi to a higher level: Duke Lang always considered the overall situation in his actions, and never considered gaining power within a few steps. By restraining his temperament, he could achieve whatever he wanted. , is by no means a locality, but a talent that plans thousands of miles of territory.

"After the Liaodong incident, what are you going to do?" The old man felt that he had grasped Wang Qi's plan and thoughts, and asked directly.

"What's going on in Liaodong?" Wang Qi asked back.

"Uh, sir, why are you joking?" The old man's gray eyebrows moved and he said with a sneer: "Of course, after the Jurchens are pacified, it is a certainty that you will be granted the title of Duke of a large country based on your merits. By then, the cabinet will be in full control. Within ten years, Ming Dynasty will have great potential!”

As if looking at a fool, Wang Qi silently looked at the old man in front of him.

Have today’s counselors degraded to this point?
  Just saying a few words is enough to plan the world and make decisions for thousands of times?
  Have you underestimated Zhu Ming’s human heart for hundreds of years?
  Wang Qi sat cross-legged on the soft bed, next to the burnt incense candle. After the incense stick was burned, if the old man didn't have any meaningful suggestions, he would be dismissed by Wang Qi as a charlatan like his junior brother. .

"The Duke is too worried," after a while, after hearing Wang Qi's silence, the old man gathered the chess pieces and sat up.

Wang Qi raised his eyebrows when he heard this, showing displeasure. Not everyone could say this.

"Everyone has responsibilities within their own capabilities," the old man said with a smile: "My junior brother once said, sir, you should occupy Liaodong and then enter the Central Plains. Looking at it now, maybe it won't be so troublesome. Looking at it now, Liao affairs If it is determined, your authority will be established in both the government and the public."

"That's why I don't like idlers in the world. They talk in a cloudy and foggy manner. They have no reason or definite plan. They are all based on suspicion and rhymes, which is useless." Wang Qi sneered, facing these idlers in the world, he always said There is no good look on his face.

Back then, Li Yangshan had a meal with Wang Qi, and now this senior brother also wants to come and make a name for himself. Unfortunately, Wang Qi is not Zhu Di, he does not believe in Buddhism, and he is not the emperor Shenzong. He does not believe in Tao, he only believes in himself.

"Sir, do you not believe in destiny?" The old Taoist said to himself. Usually, after these words, anyone who is ambitious or has a man's heart will stand up and pour tea. I would like to ask you something about the banquet. How can Wang Qi be so cold-faced? Dismissive. "I believe in science," Wang Qi shook his head, feeling a little disappointed: "Or, if you can do arithmetic, metallurgy, breeding, write articles, organize Cuju clubs, or write novels to seduce people, that's fine. Old sir, don’t just rely on a few proverbs to become a counselor and ask others to steal the country’s roads.”

My family has been practicing Taoism for sixty years, hoping that one day, with a few verses, I can climb into the lap of a high-ranking person, so that I can become a prosperous person, become a divine counselor, and control the wind and rain.

But Wang Qi obviously doesn't like this.

This made Li Xiuwei a little helpless.

science?

What is that?
  The old man was a little confused about this new word.

Junior brother has already failed, and he cannot fail again. The orthodoxy on the mountain cannot be extinct!

"But the Duke said, metallurgy?" The old man touched his chin and finally caught a key word in Wang Qi's words: "I do understand a little bit."

"Do you know metallurgy?" Wang Qi narrowed his eyes. Compared with the metaphysics of imperial hegemony, Wang Qi prefers these people to give him something tangible.

"At the foot of the Taihang Mountains, the old master's sect flourished for a while, specializing in brewing elixirs for royal metallurgy. In more than thirty years, there was no elixir, but various metals and metallurgical skills have grown a lot. Now among the sects There are also eight methods of metallurgy to guide future generations of fellow Taoists on how to efficiently extract valuable metals or other metal objects from ores and process them." The old man stroked his gray beard and said confidently: "Li Yangshan's metallurgical techniques , he is considered outstanding among our Taoist sect. If the Duke of Guo is of use, I can write a letter tomorrow to ask him to come back from Jiangxi."

"What did he go to Jiangxi for?" Wang Qi frowned upon hearing this.

"Ahem, cough, cough," Li Xiuwei touched his beard in embarrassment: "There are a few bandits from the White Lotus Sect in Jiangxi. Junior brother goes to try his luck."

When Wang Qi heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

This pair of senior brothers are really obsessed with power and conspiracy.

However, where in the world can things be so easy?
  "If you really have good skills in metallurgy, I can give you an official position to study metallurgy and steel forging. The temples at the foot of the Taihang Mountains can also be moved to Beijing."

"I will write a letter to my junior brother and ask him to return to Beijing as soon as possible!" If he can stay with Wang Qi, there will always be opportunities. Li Laodao still has this vision.

After a while, the old man was finally dismissed, and Wang Qi's ears became much clearer.

The old man recommended by Xu Guangqi cannot really be beaten to death with one stick. If he can have two brushes in metallurgy, he can use it for cast steel and cast iron in the future. It is an opportunity to try.

Moreover, Wang Qi has been preparing to organize a scientific trade union during this time.

With Xu Guangqi as the first president, branches and research institutes need to be established.

"Metallurgy?" Wang Qi smacked his lips: "It's an important branch."

(End of this chapter)