Northern Song Dynasty Revitalization Strategy

Chapter 389

Wang Chongyang looked at the bucket truck full of coal, not very fast, but moving forward extremely steadily, and smiled contentedly.

He walked out of the mine with the truck step by step, suddenly enlightened, Wang Chongyang saw the entrance of the mine, surrounded by people.

When the truck slowly appeared in the field of vision, the crowd burst into loud cheers.

The coalfield mining in Datong Prefecture is not only done by Khitan people, there are also many Han people in it. Although mining is a very dangerous thing, there are still many people working because of the extremely rich rewards.

The hardest part is not digging coal, but transporting coal. Carrying coal up from the pit is the most fatal thing.

No one would ignore Wang Chongyang who was standing beside the bucket truck, his footsteps were somewhat flimsy.

It was this man's steam pump that drained the water from the mine and ensured the safety of the miners.

It was also the person who discovered for the first time that there would be explosive gas underground, and inserted a deep iron pipe to solve the gas.

It was also this person who worked wholeheartedly in the mine and had today's truck.

From now on, you don't have to work so hard.

Wang Chongyang shyly waved to the crowd and let everyone disperse. He dragged his tired body and walked to the staff's workshop. He was a little tired and needed to rest.

The bang bang bang bang accompanies Wang Chongyang's footsteps, that is the huge steam pump connecting rod, the sound of twitching, and the pungent smoke make people's noses itchy.

This huge water pump was his experiment and the first water pump he built. After repeated calculations and demonstrations, he finally made this water pump about three feet high.

Like a giant beast lying prone on the hill, it continuously spews out hot steam, and the flames continue to burn under the giant beast, flickering on and off.

The connecting rod fell down at an extremely fast speed, and then rose slowly, gurgling ground water, forming streams of rivers.

And the black gray smoke left after burning rose into the sky.

"The smoke is turbid, and the sky is clear. It's not right when the turbidity rises and becomes clear." Wang Chongyang was still thinking about how to deal with the vigorous black-gray smoke.

He is a Taoist monk, and he subconsciously believes that the rise of such turbid air violates the principle of Taoism following nature.

Wang Chongyang, who hadn't thought of a solution yet, couldn't help scratching his head.

He suddenly frowned and looked at the huge connecting rod, and then at the cart pulled by the livestock.

There were not many large livestock in the Song Dynasty, even Wang Chongyang, the ones he looked for were rough horses to pull the carts.

The speed of the bucket truck is a bit slow, and the coal truck is fully loaded with coal.

It will go all the way south along the straight road, enter Xinzhou from Yanmen, and divide into two directions in Taiyuan City, all the way to Guanzhong and all the way to Zhaozhou, supplying most of Yunzhong, Hedong, Guanzhong, Hebei and other places.

Most of the coal on Gyeonggi Road is supplied by the Cizhou mining area supervised by the government.

Wang Chongyang looked at the dark stones. They contained countless vigorous powers and the hope of the Great Song Dynasty.

This is a magical power, Wang Chongyang once thought it was the true power contained in the world.

It's just that Wang Chongyang's eyes are still patrolling the steam pump and the bucket cart, and he always feels that there is a big mystery here.

When Yang Yizhong saw the unkempt Wang Chongyang, he felt inexplicably distressed.

This is a Jinshi, this is a Taoist monk, and this is a fifth-rank minister of the court, but now his face is dark, and the word "worry" is written all over his body.

A gentleman is far away, but the dark Wang Chongyang is still a gentleman in Yang Yizhong's eyes.

A gentleman is a kind of conduct, not a moral bondage.

"Wang Wupin, you asked someone to send you a small steam pump. The official has already received it, and the official said that he likes it very much." Yang Yizhong handed over a water bottle.

It contains kumiss from the Khitan people. When you drink it for the first time, it may feel sour and astringent like old vinegar.

But after a long time, this wine is inseparable.

It is most suitable to recover from fatigue. After washing up, have a few sips of drinks, and fall asleep, leisurely riding the wind.

"It's good that the officials have received it. Provincial officials always think that Wang Wupin, who he appointed, spends his days in the corpse's place." Wang Chongyang nodded, holding the kettle in his hand.

He turned his head to look at the huge steam engine, and glanced at the bucket cart. There was an inevitable connection between the two.

It's just that he couldn't figure it out for a while.

"The officials said that the Datong Coalfield matter had been dealt with clearly, so they returned to Beijing. It is not a problem for a Beijing official to be outside all the time." Yang Yizhong looked at the huge steam pump and admired Wang Chongyang very much.

He solved a problem in the Datong coal field that could not be solved for hundreds of years.

Knowing that there are countless high-quality coals under the groundwater, they can't dig them out.

"It's the enlightenment given to me by the officials." Wang Chongyang stared at the black smoke in the boiler. This kind of thing can cause endless harm.

"Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things. I didn't expect that someone would stay here for several months." Wang Chongyang stretched out his hand to the huge boiler, his eyes were a little confused.

At first, he just wanted to use steam to pump water, and he thought this idea was very interesting.

But when one problem is solved, two or three problems arise, and then countless problems follow one after another.

Solving a problem that has plagued him for a long time is enough to satisfy him.

But the countless questions that came to him made him at a loss.

Occasionally he will be confused, but most of the time, this confusion is replaced by busyness.

He is cultivating the Tao, and he is looking for the ultimate truth in the world.

"Yes!" Wang Chongyang patted Yang Yizhong hard, and laughed loudly.

Yang Yizhong was not surprised by Wang Chongyang's appearance, because he was no stranger to seeing it, and Wang Chongyang would be like this every time he suddenly realized.

He vigorously rubbed his arm, which was where Wang Chongyang patted.

It wasn't because Wang Chongyang had too much carbon dust on his hands and stained his clothes, he wasn't that hypocritical.

It was entirely because Wang Chongyang had too much strength in his hands, and it was impossible to dodge at all.

Wang Chongyang, who was supposed to be a unparalleled, chivalrous and courageous romantic, did not lose his martial arts.

"Say it the next time you shoot someone!" Yang Xinzhong saw Wang Chongyang's state, and knew that his words were in vain again.

The man is lost again in his own little world.

"One breath transforms the three cleans, kill the three corpses and prove the way of heaven!" Wang Chongyang muttered to himself and walked back to the workshop.

Yang Xinzhong was afraid that Wang Chongyang, who would lose his mind, would fall on the road, and followed him all the way. When he reached the workshop, a smell of urine came over his face.

Wang Chongyang concentrated on writing and drawing on the paper, while Yang Xinzhong was staring at the source of the urine odor in a daze.

It was a small bottle of white crystal carefully collected by Wang Chongyang, a treasure that Wang Chongyang pulled out from the ashes of the scorched coal.

Wang Chongyang attaches great importance to this white crystal of urine odor. His family is a big family in Guanzhong. He has seen this crystal and smelled it.

The smell of manure sprinkled on the fields is exactly the same.

In fact, Wang Chongyang used to have more than ten cans of these crystals, but the only one left has turned into lush lilacs outside the door.

Lilacs and locust trees grew all over the mountains and plains in Datong Prefecture. These bunches of lilacs were brought back and planted by Wang Chongyang.

In the two lilac flower fields, the lilac flowers with white crystals are obviously much more vigorous than the lilac flowers without white crystals.

It is really useful, Wang Chongyang told him that this thing is really useful with real facts.

It's really a heaven and a man descended from the earth!
Yang Xinzhong believed that this was the most precious treasure in the world refined by Wang Chongyang.

If Wang Chongyang ascended in the daylight one day, Yang Xinzhong felt that he would not be surprised at all, this person is really successful in cultivating immortals.

How could ordinary people have such supernatural powers to make puppets weighing tens of thousands of catties (five tons) run in an orderly manner under his control?

The large and small stick that Sun Houer in "The Poetry of the Tripitaka of the Tang Dynasty" can also wield is only 1 catties! 【Note [-]】

This is a fairy character!

Yang Xinzhong turned his head to look, with a smile on his face, that fairy-like figure fell asleep.

"If you're tired, go to sleep." Yang Xinzhong put the cloak in his hand on Wang Chongyang's body.

If Zhao Huan were here, he would tell Yang Xinzhong that it was urea.

　Note 1: "Da Tang Sanzang Qujing Shihua" is a vernacular script of the Song Dynasty, and Tang Sanzang, the master, appeared in it, but he was a man who could publish books, and there were also stone carvings about stone monkeys learning Buddhist scriptures.In fact, the story of "Journey to the West" was not accomplished overnight. There are many interesting stories in "The Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty" written by Zhen Tang Xuanzang. If you are interested, you can go and have a look.I saw a reader asking, so I will explain it here.

　　
　
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