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Hearing the news, Zhu Zhangui sat up excitedly, then took a breath, and lay down again.
"Oh, look at you!"
Seeing Zhu Zhangui startled, worried that Zhao Linger's wound would open, she lost her temper for the first time.
Zhu Zhangui smiled awkwardly, and apologized to Zhao Linger who was frowning coldly.
"I'm too excited for a while, madam, don't get angry."
The sound of Ma'am instantly extinguished Zhao Linger's newly raised anger, and then snorted softly, lifted the quilt, and checked Zhu Zhangui's wound.
Hu Shanxiang stuck out his tongue in embarrassment, thinking that he knew that Zhu Zhangui was so excited, so he would wait a few days for the injury to heal.
After confirming that the wound was fine, Zhao Linger breathed a sigh of relief and warned, "Don't get up again, or we won't talk to you!"
"Yes yes yes!" Zhu Zhangui nodded again and again, and then looked at Hu Shanxiang expectantly.
"How about the carrying capacity!"
Hu Shanxiang thought for a while, and replied with some uncertainty: "The servant did not go to see it in person. After all, there are only men there. After all, it is not suitable for a servant to go with a female, so I invited my father to go."
"Father was very happy when he came back. He said that with this thing, it will be much easier to transport food and grass to the army in the future, and there is no need to worry about consumption."
"I didn't say how much it can pull, but I guess it should be quite a lot! But my father said that if I want to install a locomotive around the palace, it can show the strength of Ming to the people and officials of Ming, and also let people all over the world value the skills of craftsmen. , to attract more talent.”
Zhu Zhangui agrees with Dad's idea very much.
China has not paid much attention to craftsmen for too long. Zhu Zhangui has offered a lot of rewards to good craftsmen many times, but there are still many people who are skeptical.
There are many master craftsmen in the craftsman camp, all of whom were invited by their apprentices who came to work under Zhu Zhangui.
Without the help of these apprentices, Zhu Zhangui really couldn't invite this group of masters hidden in the folk.
As for the transportation ability praised by the old man, Zhu Zhangui is skeptical about it.
Although the craftsmen in the craftsman camp have the blueprints he roughly described, but the technical means cannot be learned by just looking at them, and need a little research and pondering.
Zhu Zhangui estimated in his heart that based on the volume of the first-generation locomotive he knew, it would be good if it could pull one or two tons and add a few people.
Thinking of the locomotive, Zhu Zhangui felt itchy in his heart, wishing to fly to Jinling and work with the craftsmen to research the official locomotive as soon as possible.
As long as he has locomotives, Ming's troop projection and transportation capabilities will be greatly improved.
From the northern grasslands in the north, the Guangdong and Guangxi regions in the south, and the deserts of the Western Regions in the west, Daming can easily control them all.
The most fundamental reason why the ancient court could not control such a large territory was the lack of communication and transportation.
If these two things are resolved, communication and transportation can be carried out overnight, and there is no place that cannot be controlled.
The strengthening of transportation capacity can also speed up the development of commerce and trade, the collection of minerals, and the transportation of various resources.
If it is strengthened, Ming's military and economic system will double several times.
With a place to spend money, those landlords and rich people will not bury their silver in the cellar.
If money is not spent, it is just a pile of lumps, and only money that can be spent is considered silver.
Thinking of the benefits of the motorcycle, Zhu Zhangui saw Ji Yun who was massaging his legs to promote blood circulation.
"Yun'er, how is your uncle doing with the things I arranged for him!"
Ji Yuan, who was seriously massaging Zhu Zhangui's legs, quickly replied: "When my uncle came, I already told my concubine that he has already done what you told him, and the route has almost been planned, and this time it is still in the hands of the local people." With the help, I found the most perfect route."
"When the time came, uncle asked my concubine to ask you whether the route should be directly handed over to the Ministry of Industry for repair, or should we think about it after you go back!"
"What's the wait!"
The distance, planning, and construction methods of the railway have already been worked out, and the locomotive just needs to be photographed to sit on it. There is no such thing as waiting for the train before repairing the road.
For the train track, Zhu Zhangui studied with the craftsmen for a long time, and set the width at two meters.
In the previous life, most of the tracks in our country were about 1 meters. It is said that this distance was set by the British Empire, which happened to be the distance between the wheels of a carriage.
It is also said that some unreliable king decided the distance with two asses.
Later, when the Qing Dynasty built railways, it also imported foreign equipment and experts, resulting in the dimensions being based on foreign ones.
In the founding of our country, someone proposed to increase the width of the train track to increase the transportation capacity.However, because the cost of modification is too high, and many of the equipment at that time were imported from foreign countries, they could only be made according to the size of others, so that the transportation capacity is extremely insufficient now.
Of course, the main reason is that our country has too many people. If you put it in a small pot with a small population, such a huge railway and high-speed route may not necessarily see a car for hundreds of miles.
With the lessons learned from the past, Zhu Zhangui will naturally not set the standards of his previous life.
However, how wide it is is a problem. The carrying capacity of the train has been enhanced, but the power will definitely be insufficient, resulting in a decrease in speed. If it is reduced, it is better not to change it.
After research and discussion with the craftsmen, it was finally decided to set a distance of two meters.
The Craftsman Camp began to produce tracks when the project was finalized. It has been nearly two years now, and it is estimated that there are quite a lot of reserves.
As for the fixed cement and steel, it's not a problem at all.
The new book, the university has a special content about this, the craftsmen studied it for a month, and then made the cement and steel.
Although it cannot be compared with the cement of the 21st century, it has reached the level of junior high schools in the 19th century.
Thinking of the railway, Zhu Zhangui couldn't lie down a little bit, and hurriedly said to Zhao Linger who was fanning him next to him.
"In my name, you immediately write to the Ministry of Industry, Jinyiwei, and the Artisan Camp, asking them to immediately start building the route from Jinling to Beiping."
"There is no need to conscript the corvee. There are so many captives in the north, and they can't let them eat. After a while, I will send people to escort a batch back, and let them use these captives to build the railway!"
"I don't care how they repair it, I will give them one year. Within one year, I want the railway to be officially formed, and the quality and quantity must be maintained."
"At that time, I will have someone check it myself. If there is any problem, all the people in charge will be dismissed and investigated!"
"Also tell them that if the railway is repaired within the stipulated time, and the quality and quantity are guaranteed."
"I don't care what the identities of the persons in charge of this matter are, I will apply to the old man for titles after the completion of the work!"
Zhu Zhangui plans to make a big bet.
As long as these people can really repair the railway from Jinling to Beiping within a year, and if the quality and quantity are guaranteed, how about giving a few titles?
Chapter 247: What I said, the emperor's decree is useless.
"Your Highness, our bank and currency conversion plan may fail, and the price is too great!"
The Forbidden City warm pavilion.
Xia Yuanji, who took the lead to move over with most of the household staff, looked at Zhu Zhangui with a bitter face.
Sitting on the brocade couch, Zhu Zhangui frowned and flipped through the memorial written by Xia Yuanji.
Since the 14th year of Yongle, the Ministry of Households has started a plan to open banks across the country, and plans to bring back the value of treasure banknotes, completely cut off private gold and silver transactions, and use treasure banknotes to stabilize the currency.
But later, Zhu Zhangui felt that the treasure banknotes were too ugly, so he gave up without any publicity value, and decided to take back the treasure banknotes and replace them with new propaganda-worthy currencies.
He planned to replace it with Lao Zhu, the old man, and the old man and his avatar. This would not only be promotional, but also satisfy the old man's unorthodox inferiority complex.
At the beginning of this year, Daming Bank started to operate, but for more than half a year, there was not even a ghost except for depositing money at the chamber of commerce.
Ordinary people pass by the magnificent gate of the bank, thinking that any new yamen hides far away.
The Ministry of Households' propaganda is in full swing, and the common people don't even respond to what they should do.
Saving money can increase the interest rate, and the preferential loan policy is not even asked by anyone.
Zhu Zhangui helped his forehead helplessly, and he was very clear about the reason for this.It is nothing more than the reputation of the imperial court in terms of money, which has been ruined.
If you want to talk about the imperial court enlisting troops to fight wars, you may still be able to recruit people, but if you want to talk about money, oh, sorry to bother you.
"Your Highness, as for the plan you mentioned to take back the treasure notes, the minister and the people below have done some calculations and found it unreliable. If we really want to take back all the treasure notes of Daming, our household department will not say that it is bankrupt, but it will hurt our nerves." Bone!"
"In this way, our savings over the past few years will be wiped out."
"Although the common people of Ming Dynasty are rich, our court has also become poor. At that time, you will not be able to sit still in the palace anymore, and you have to go out and use your old business to make money."
Xia Yuanji made another slash.
Zhu Zhangui twitched his mouth, stared at Xia Yuanji and asked cautiously.
"how many?"
Xia Yuanji spread his hands.
"do not know!"
Zhu Zhangui stared.
"Your household department doesn't even know how much money was issued?"
Xia Yuanji's face was full of innocence.
"This thing, if you lack money, you will print it. God knows how many have been issued."
Zhu Zhangui opened his mouth, thinking of roaring at Lao Zhu's spirit seat in the ancestral temple, pulling the old man who was far away in the grassland back, and giving him a hard blow.
Nima, he is cheating his father, you are cheating grandchildren, and you are still the kind of cheating to death.
If you don't understand the economic system, don't mess around. It's fun for you to print indiscriminately. I fucking want to pull the economic system back.
Zhu Zhangui scratched his head irritably.
"What is the market value of the treasure banknote now?"
"It has always been 120 Wen, and this is the price of a few days ago, and now it may be dropped again!"
"It's gone again. Isn't the court rich? How can it still be gone?" Zhu Zhangui was a little puzzled.
"When I went to fight Alutai, the emperor printed another batch, saying that it was to subsidize the soldiers' meals. There must be 40 guan!"
"puff!"
Zhu Zhangui clutched his chest and almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.Ignoring the wound he had just healed, he slapped the table vigorously and roared angrily.
"What did you, the Minister of the Ministry of Households, do? Didn't I say that you are not allowed to print money? I am desperately trying to bring the system back, but you guys are doing my best. You also want to stabilize the financial system. You guys are thinking about farts. With your attitude of doing things, I’m still too busy to worry about what a fart, and everyone can mess it up together!"
"Uh, Your Highness, please calm down, pay attention to the wound, pay attention to the wound!"
Xia Yuanji hurried forward, helped Zhu Zhangui to sit up.
When he came, the crown princess had explained that the emperor's grandson's wound had just healed a bit, so he couldn't be too excited and make big moves, otherwise he would be the only one to ask if the wound collapsed.
Lying on the brocade couch, Zhu Zhangui clutched his abdominal wound and gasped for air.
He reached out and pointed at Xia Yuanji, who was supporting him, "Xia, if you don't give me an explanation, we will never end. If you initiate a proposal, you, the Minister of the Ministry of Households, don't do it, go to slaves to count ants Let's play!"
Xia Yuanji wants to cry but has no tears.
Can he be blamed? At that time, he almost bumped his head against the pillar, but the problem is that the emperor didn't listen.
What else to say, anyway, there are so many releases, so it's not bad at 01:30.
Issuing a little more can save the country some money, and it can also reduce the pressure on my grandson.
"Your Highness, it's not that you don't understand the emperor. In our Daming, apart from the empress who has died, the emperor will only listen to your words."
"When the emperor gave the order, the minister and the crown prince had to wipe their necks to force the emperor to reduce the original 100 million to 40. We really did our best!"
Zhu Zhangui panted heavily.
Although he wanted to scold his mother with hatred in his heart, he could understand the hardships of Xia Yuanji and others.
The old man, don't look at it, as long as he puts forward an opinion, the old man will accept it.In fact, like Lao Zhu, he is a very stubborn person. It is really difficult for ordinary people to change the thoughts and decisions in his heart.
As for your own family, all right, Dad.
Before I came back, my father's words were like farting to the old man, except for listening, it was useless at all.
Not to mention the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty. Unless it is a really useful opinion, the old man will not even pay attention to it. If the old man is pushed into a hurry, he will even stab someone with a knife.
He took a few deep breaths to calm the pain from the wound.
Zhu Zhangui pointed at Xia Yuanji and roared angrily.
"Go and take away all the money-printing equipment in the Ministry of Finance. Without my order, whoever dares to print another copy will be killed."
"Tell everyone, what I said, the old man's edict is useless!"
"Okay, okay... Calm down, I will go and collect the equipment myself, and I will never let them print another one!"
When Xia Yuanji left the Nuan Pavilion in a hurry, Zhu Zhangui lay on the brocade couch and looked at the beams, sighing silently.
"Nimma, you're cheating!"
Yongle December 16th.