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At the same time, earth-shaking changes were also taking place in the Ming Empire.

Emperor Wanli passed away and served for 48 years, making him the longest reigning emperor in the Ming Dynasty.But in this short 50 years, the moisture is surprisingly large, and later generations are called the "Emperor of Moyu", the originator of the world of Moyu.

He reigned for 48 years, of which he did not leave the palace for 30 years and did not go to the early court for 26 years.

Such feats will make future generations of fishers in the workplace call themselves experts.

The emperor took the lead in paddling, and the officials at all levels followed suit. The whole court was in a mess and chaos.The absurd ending must be death, which is an eternal truth.

Emperor Chongzhen came to power.

Although he has the heart to govern the government, it is difficult to suppress the deep-rooted forces of the court.

In the end, he simply let go of it, inherited the "excellent" tradition of Wanli's father, kept his ears to the outside world, and indulged in the false dream of prosperity.

Wanli 47 years.

That is, the last year of Emperor Shenzong's reign.

Song Yingxing is approaching middle age, and his career path is not bright.

He dragged his tired body and stepped into the examination room for the last time, but the result was unsatisfactory and he still failed the exam.Yu Tianqi and Chongzhen retested again in the early years, but they all failed.

So far, the idea of ​​scientific research has been cut off.

The eldest brother Song Yingsheng dragged Tu Shaoying's relationship and found a job in the capital.

Facing the two people's persuasion, Song Yingxing glanced at the bustling capital, shook his head and sighed, and politely declined.After returning to his hometown, he devoted himself to writing a book.

Under the pressure of survival, he found a temporary worker in the local county government office and worked as a teacher in the county government office.

The income is low and can only maintain daily expenses.

But he was poor and at ease, with more smiles on his face, no matter who he met, he would greet everyone cordially.

The official career failed, but found another world.

The eight years of teaching and teaching were probably the happiest days of Song Yingxing's life.

In his spare time, he organizes what he sees and hears on the scientific expedition.

At night, he looked through all the records in the county.

During the winter and summer vacations, he rushed to other places to inspect the technologies of various industries.

The world's first craft encyclopedia "Tiangong Kaiwu" was compiled during this period.

Not only that, he also gave detailed explanations on a series of crafts such as handicrafts, sugar making, shipbuilding, oil pressing, paper making, and metal forging, and drew manufacturing drawings.

"Tiangong Kaiwu, which means Tiangong Kaiwu, which means Tiangong's replacement and creation of things, was compiled by Song Yingxing's life. But just like his scientific research, it received attention at that time, and was even listed as a banned book by the Qing Dynasty. "

"Following the camera, let's look back at that period of book writing history together."

Chongzhen eight years.

The suburb of Tongxiang County, Zhejiang Province.

Located in a thatched hut beside the farmland, there are piles of paper manuscripts, and the fragrance of ink is in the air.

A middle-aged man fell asleep at his desk.

Holding a brush tightly in his hand, the ink from the pen has already dried out, and the table is covered with manuscripts.

The window is slightly open, and the breeze is blowing.

The paper rustled.

Song Yingxing opened his eyes. He had been reading a book last night, and finally his eyes were darkened, and he fell asleep at some point.

He stood up and looked at the thick manuscripts piled up on the desktop with a childlike smile on his face.

"It took eight years to gather manufacturing technologies from all walks of life, a complete set of scientific systems, replace them with natural workers, and create things into business, hahahaha!"

Laughter fluttered in the fields with the brisk wind.

The first draft is done, now it's time to print.

Thinking of this, Song Yingxing's excited eyes suddenly dimmed.

He lacks nothing but money.

Printing requires money, without money everything is empty talk.

However, the printing factory in the county is only interested in profit. Song Yingxing had contacted with it in the early years, and the group of unscrupulous businessmen who only cared about making money dismissed the books in popular science and technology, and they were even mentioned for printing and publishing.

The printing house prefers best-selling authors such as Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng, or supplementary materials for scientific research, such as textbooks that private schools of all sizes purchase steadily all year round.

Who would buy a book like "Tiangong Kaiwu", the whole book is hand-drawn drawings, and there is no desire to read it at all.

"Even if the pot sells down and all the property is exhausted, I will print this book!"

As an author, others don't understand the importance of this book, how could Song Yingxing not know.

Once this book is published, it will bring about qualitative changes in all walks of life and greatly promote social progress.

In the future, it will no longer be a closed door. Relying on this book, there will be traces to follow, and it will be a godsend to the development of craftsmanship in the Ming Empire.

He fumbled all over his body, and only found a few copper coins, which were still the money for the next meal, and he couldn't help laughing at himself.

"A useless person is a scholar!"

Suddenly, he thought of his elder brother Song Yingsheng who was the county magistrate in the Yamen, as if he had grasped the last straw, his eyes sparkled.

Without further ado, he changed into a robe.

Holding the first draft of "Tiangong Kaiwu", he hurried to the county government.

He staggered under his feet, and fell into the mud on the ridge of the field full of potholes.

Standing up, still with a smile on his face, he let go of his feet and continued to run excitedly.

Tongxiang County Government.

Song Yingsheng, who was wearing an official uniform, looked up at the muddy younger brother who was sitting aside, and couldn't help but sighed.

"Chang Geng, you have been ruined by farming all your life. If you came to my county government to hold an official position, you wouldn't end up in such a miserable state."

Song Yingxing took out the manuscript from his pocket.

"Brother, take a look at this book."

Song Yingsheng didn't care at all, took a cursory look at the hand, and after a while, his eyes froze.

"This……"

"You wrote this?"

Song Yingxing nodded repeatedly, and said, "I believe that elder brother is not a fool, so he naturally knows the importance of this book..."

The voice paused, and then said: "But I am short of money now, and I need funds for printing and publishing. I made a special visit today and asked my elder brother to help me with some money."

Song Yingsheng thought for a moment.

He raised his teacup and took a sip, looking at Song Yingxing's excited smile.

He has always taken good care of his younger brother.

At this time, I don't want to say anything more.

And that book, after a rough look at it, was quite valuable and could be called an immortal work handed down from generation to generation. If it was not printed, it would be a waste of money.

Song Yingsheng stood up.

"Wait a minute, I'll go back as soon as I go."

As soon as the voice fell, he turned and left the lobby.

Song Yingxing smiled, the eldest brother is going to get the money.

After a while.

Song Yingsheng fetched a wooden box, and after opening it, there were silver notes and some gold and silver jewelry inside.

"Chang Geng, this money is all accumulated by my eldest brother, and some of your sister-in-law's dowry. But I'm afraid it's still not enough, but brothers Tu Shaoying are school inspectors in Sichuan, so they must have accumulated some money."

"You might as well write a letter, and he will certainly support you."

Song Yingxing's eyes were moist as he looked at the banknotes and the gold and silver jewelry.

"Big brother..."

Song Yingsheng waved his hand.

"I still remember when you were a teenager, you went out to the field early in the morning to observe the growth of rice, and you even forgot to eat lunch. Brother Wei was deeply moved. Now that the first draft has been completed, this is your lifelong dream. Father, I will definitely support you with all my strength!"