Song Beiyun

Zhao Cheng, who was holding a rice bowl filled with stir-fried chicken offal with sour beans and carobs, and fried noodles with oil residue, walked up to Song Beiyun, and listened to what they were talking about while eating. Aunt is exactly the same.

She glanced at the food in Song Beiyun's bowl, and found that it was no different from her own, and the same was true of those senior engineers who were teachers. This made her feel better, but the things they talked about were confusing.

"Sea water is much more corrosive than fresh water. Is your iron-clad ship not covered with paint? It won't take you three years, but it will melt through you in one and a half years." Song Beiyun waved his arms emotionally: "Not only do you need to wipe , but also a lot of paint. Every now and then, I have to touch up the paint."

And those senior engineers also expressed their opinions one after another, and the scene even got out of control for a while, and those who didn't know thought they were going to fight.

"You just wipe it off? How does this paint attach to the steel? The paint we have now either cannot be wiped off, or it will fall off in pieces after two days of painting. How do you deal with it?"

When Song Beiyun heard this, he also scratched his head irritably: "Then what do you think should be done?"

The scene suddenly fell into silence... Because this is the focus of overcoming difficulties now, the paint problem is really too difficult to solve, and the lack of paint on sea ships is simply a joke.

"Bao Jin." Suddenly a voice came from beside them.

This group of people turned their heads and looked over, only to find that it was Zhao Cheng who said it. While she was eating, she looked at the group of stinky men in front of her with innocent eyes.

"Bao Jin, I see that the golden Buddha on Wutai Mountain is not broken for a hundred years."

"Can it be the same?" Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "Don't interrupt if you don't understand, go and play next to it."

Zhao Cheng let out an oh, and walked away resentfully.And this group of people continued to chat about this issue, and while they were talking, an engineer suddenly said, "Actually, it's not impossible to pack gold."

"Gold-filled? Are you sure?" Song Beiyun squinted his eyes and looked at him: "How much gold does a ship cost, and how much does the gold weigh?"

The engineer narrowed his eyes and said, "Master Song, have you heard of gold leaf?"

Chapter 798: Sunny October 4, Eight Years

Gold leaf is definitely not an option because it is too fragile, but what about gold plating?

As we all know, gold is almost the most stable metal element in nature. It hardly reacts with any substances that exist in nature, and as long as it does not wear out, it can exist almost constantly.

However, it is impossible for a ship to avoid collision and wear, but what if an interlayer is set?The idea of ​​using gold to insulate seawater from corrosion is absolutely perfect.

Although the high cost is a bit high, before the paint problem is solved, dozens of catties of gold are not worth mentioning for an ocean-going ship.

"According to the current technology, we can hammer one gram of gold into a sheet of [-] centimeters square, which is [-] square meters. The thickness of the gold plating is also based on this. We only need to calculate the area of ​​the bottom of the boat to figure out how much it will cost. Gold."

After all, they are professional players. After they came up with this theory, they quickly started to calculate.

In the end, I got a very surprising news. A ship, even the main ship, needs less than three kilograms of gold to cover its hull with gold.

After that, we need to find a way to protect this layer of gold, which can greatly increase the life of the ship. Three kilograms of gold is only 60 taels, and 60 taels of gold is what an oiran spends on the Qinhuai River for two nights.

And two nights for an oiran can make a main battleship overcome the corrosion of sea water. Even if the steel plate is plated with gold on both sides, it only takes four nights.

A whore's four nights were exchanged for a golden battleship, this deal... done!

Just do what he said, Song Beiyun led the School of Chemistry and immediately launched an action to overcome difficulties. During this period of time, he was neither a human nor a ghost, and he was so busy that he couldn't touch the ground.

The reason why system engineering is called system engineering is that it really affects the whole body. The School of Chemistry is busy, and the School of Engineering is not idle. The immature new technology of aluminothermic welding let them give it a try. The game has worked out, but the problem now is that the refining of aluminum is more expensive than gold.

So back to the starting point, the smelting team and the chemical team have worked all night to improve the refining process of aluminum. Song Beiyun's death order has come down, that is, the problem of refining industrial aluminum must be overcome before May this year.

Song Beiyun has finished the industrial process of electrolytic aluminum, and the rest needs the cooperation of seventeen departments to make it go from the drawing to the workshop in a short period of time, but how can this be an easy task, anyway, not here What goes wrong is what goes wrong there.

And these problems have catalyzed the full-speed assault of electric energy, and the assault of electric energy has brought about the outbreak of a large number of subsidiary industries.

The development of the industrial system may really start at a point that people have never thought of, such as now... No one would have thought that the ancestor research of stable alternating current was to gild a ship.

But this all takes time. Song Beiyun, who is working in three shifts, now sneaks into the house after work, and when he goes in, he takes a bath and goes to bed in a daze. He doesn't think about anything else. , it's not as good as watching that little thing flying up and down in the pickling pool and glowing.

"The hull can't be broken, it can't be broken, it can't be broken... No, it must be galvanized first, then hung on aluminum and then gold-plated, it can't be broken! Put a cover on the outside! Cover it up!"

Biluo was awakened by Song Beiyun's dream talk, Biluo straightened up and looked at the man beside him distressedly.How vigorous and handsome he was back then, but now he has been tortured into this state by the nightmare, it really makes people feel distressed.

But Biluo also knows that the cause he is doing now must be correct and great, otherwise there would not be so many people like him who would plunge headlong into this poor mountain without hesitation.

Thinking of this, Biluo became more and more dwarfed by the comparison, and felt a pang of sadness in her heart.Although at the beginning of the acquaintance, they were just working together and sharing different dreams, but as time passed, Biluo became more and more fond of this man, and after many years passed, she never saw anyone like him again.

"Okay, okay, sleep well, Mrs. Gong." Biluo patted Song Beiyun gently like coaxing a child: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, even if you stay here for the rest of your life, I will be with you."

And when the technology tree was sprayed out here, the revolution in Jinling and the big case in Luoyang had entered a white-hot stage.

Zhao Xing put forward a brand-new idea, which is to remove hair and shave in order to restore the new. This is the subversion of the monarch, the minister, the father, the son, and the son. The rituals of the heaven and the earth, the monarch, the relatives and the teachers, stop here, and it is no exaggeration to say that the last sentence is broken and happy.

If Song Beiyun was here, if he didn't scold Zhao Xing for being a genius, but Song Beiyun was feeding monkeys in a ravine and didn't know about it.

Countless ritual-observing people knelt outside the palace and wept bitterly. They denounced all kinds of things after the collapse of ethics, but Zhao Xing appeared in front of everyone with a flat head and started a powerful and pioneering speech.

His fans were extremely fanatical, and more and more people responded to Da Song, the incomparable emperor, to cut off the hair and beard that had been accumulated for a long time. They waved flags to respond to Zhao Xing, showing off their power in front of those conservatives.

I don't know who accidentally discovered that the short-haired, jade-student outfits that don't need to be worn by students are very suitable. Almost overnight, the entire Jinling seemed to be full of men wearing "jade-student outfits" with their hair cut off.

Taking off their cumbersome gowns, putting on trousers, and inserting pens in their chest pockets, these rebellious young people immediately set off a trend. Chinese young people, who have been full of punk spirit since ancient times, suddenly awakened in this era. It's like coming over, in the age before being poisoned by Cheng Zhu Neo Confucianism, the blood in their hearts was a little bit hot.

Zhao Xing could no longer simply be called the emperor at this moment. If Song Beiyun was the light that pierced the darkness, then Zhao Xing was the hurricane that lifted the shady layer. He practiced his duty without hesitation in his own way.

The ministers were not without trouble, but they found that after years of operation, young officials with short hair in "Yusheng costumes" appeared in their respective yamen every day.

So they also stopped, and many people retired and returned to their hometowns, and Zhao Xing agreed to all of them with a big wave of his hand.In the court hall, apart from Zhao Xiang, Ding Xiang and Yan Shu also had their hair cut, and put on the double-breasted attire that should have belonged to young people.

Zhao Xing still wears the dragon robe, but it is no longer tied with the emperor's crown, and the dragon robe has also been changed beyond recognition, and it looks like a battle robe on him.

Yes, the emperor who declared war on the old world was wearing a war robe.

And when Song Beiyun knew the news, it was already the tenth day of Yifu Revolution. When he saw the letter, his hands were shaking and he was so angry that he didn't eat anything for two days.

"Zhao Xing, Zhao Xing!"

Song Beiyun gritted his teeth and talked about Zhao Xing. If he was in Jinling now, if he didn't scold Zhao Xing from Baicao Garden to Sanwei Bookstore, his surname would not be Song.

But on second thought, it was extremely ridiculous.A staunch materialist traveler is trying to maintain the imperial power, while an emperor is persistently emancipating his mind.How absurd this is, how absurd, and how even novels dare not write like this.

Doesn't Zhao Xing really know what the result will be if this goes on?It shouldn't be, Song Beiyun told him.

Now that he knew it, he still wanted to be a real warrior. Song Beiyun couldn't understand his thoughts, but one thing was certain, Zhao Xing was definitely a born emperor, even if he didn't want to be such an emperor.

This person has been weakening the imperial power, and now the imperial power is indeed weak, but the problem is that the whole country is still firmly in his hands.

In other words, he no longer relies on the oppression and dominance of the imperial power to govern the country, but relies on fanatical fans and his absolutely advanced thinking.

For a moment, Song Beiyun couldn't figure out whether Zhao Xing was also a time traveler, and there would be an emperor who would engage in republicanism in the feudal society.

As for whether he will succeed, Song Beiyun doesn't know.But since Zhao Xing believed in him so much, then as the Dharma Protector, he ate the blind box, followed Mai Ding and left, and he plunged forward without hesitation and it was over.

"Zhao Xing, Zhao Xing..."

Song Beiyun leaned on the chair, but he could only sigh helplessly, but when he sighed, he felt a little curious about what kind of flowers Zhao Xing could make this world bloom.

The next time you have a chance to meet that wayward bastard, Song Beiyun must ask him why he is so crazy to do such a thing.

The content of the other letter is not so exciting. It is nothing more than Fo Baonu's killing spree, involving more than 500 people from top to bottom, and the number of people killed has reached an astonishing [-]. .

[-]% of the official positions above the court have been vacant, and in order to quickly fill the vacancies, Fo Baonu has already offered generous conditions to poach people from the Song Dynasty, and the person who made this suggestion was Han Qi, Now the youngest prime minister of the Liao Kingdom, Han Qi is known as "our Song Beiyun here".

"Era is like a giant wheel." Song Beiyun shook his head and put down the letter in his hand: "It's only after being run over that we realize that the world has become like this, but it's also interesting."

Song Beiyun laughed, then got up and left the room to the dock.

"Master Song..."

"what happened?"

"We successfully electroplated the iron plate, but the gold is too soft to withstand bumps at all. We need to find a protection for it. But what should we do with this protection?"

Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "Go to the electroplating pool first, and try to solve this problem no matter what."

But what about an absent-minded Song Beiyun, he was halfway through the experiment and then he suddenly got up and patted his head: "You guys get busy first, I'll go out for a stroll."

Chapter 799: Sunny October 4, Eight Years

5 people are on duty, and the number of people on the follow-up supply line will reach 50. The short-term workload is no less than digging a Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal again.

What is a great country? This is undoubtedly a great country. In a few months, the mountains were moved and the sea was filled, and the prototype of an all-round port was created on top of the barrenness.

Moreover, the development of an area will definitely bring prosperity. The surrounding population gradually wants to gather in this area, and the original barren land gradually has a human atmosphere, and even natural villages and settlements begin to form.

Standing on the newly built lighthouse and looking at the endless smoke and dust in the distance, it is like standing on the shoulders of giants and overlooking the prosperity of the world from the perspective of the sky.

The future prosperity and prosperity of this place can't help appearing in my mind. The Chinese nation cannot lose the ocean, just like the Yellow River and the Yangtze River cannot be lost, because the facts have proved that those who get the right to develop the ocean will get the foundation of prosperity in the next era .

A civilization that loses its sea rights will become a fish under the knife of others. Song Beiyun does not want this to happen a second time in his memory, let alone allow the highest point of the world to be stepped on and suffer humiliation.

The sea breeze was howling, and a staff officer who came with Song Beiyun was lying on the railing and looking into the distance with Song Beiyun. He might have thought of something, and suddenly turned around and asked: "Master Song, we have spent so much energy, manpower and resources. Financial resources, to build such a port, is it worth it?"

"There are not only civilizations born above China in the world. If you don't grasp it, others will seize the opportunity. You think you have a vast land and resources, but looking around, it's just a drop in the ocean. Of course, we have the foundation we have now, and we can close the country and everyone closes the door." Live a peaceful life inside, but what about the future?"

Song Beiyun glanced at the staff officer beside him, and laughed: "Weakness and ignorance are not the obstacles to survival, but arrogance is. When one day someone uses a stronger army than you, more advanced guns than you, and ships more terrifying than you Standing on your coastline, and sending a few people to tell you 'open the country or we will open the barrel', how should we explain to future generations and how to explain to our ancestors?"

The staff officer pondered for a while, sighed for a while: "Although I don't know if it will happen, but I don't want to see that day."

"That's the reason. Whether it's worth it or not is up to you and me. It's up to future generations and history books to evaluate." Song Beiyun's cloak was wrinkled by the wind, and he turned around with his hands behind his back and looked at The boundless sea in the distance: "The sea in the distance, the starry sky above. It all starts here."

The number of workers is still increasing. The Song Dynasty is supporting this place with almost all the strength of the whole country. The things that the Ministry of Households usually use to dig the gaps in the walls are surprisingly generous this time. The entire court is tightening their belts to support this unprecedented situation. The construction of a huge port.

The big ship is still in research and development, because the new technology is really hard to get. In order to save time, Song Beiyun decided to use the existing technology to make magic changes, but the research and development of new technologies has never stopped.

In August, the first deep-sea fleet of the Great Song Dynasty must leave the port in August, even if it does not have an iron-clad flagship, and all the research on iron-clad ships will become a technical reserve. Song Beiyun still doesn't believe it.

While studying this ship, other technologies have also begun to mature. The steam forging hammer has replaced the water forging hammer. With a stable energy source, assembly line production has officially started. Many things can be called changing with each passing day. , Those geniuses' flashes of inspiration are now being realized slowly. Although it is not enough, it is enough to comfort Song Beiyun who has been immersed in failure.

"Princess, why haven't you married yet?"

When working together, the woman next to her asked Zhao Cheng curiously, but Zhao Cheng just smiled and said, "I'm a widow."

"That's no wonder. A few days ago, I always saw Supervisor Sun greeting you, and I heard that he also died of his wife, so why don't you make do with it." The lady next to her teased while twisting the hemp rope skillfully. : "Inspector Sun is a little shorter, but everything else is fine. He became an inspector when he was less than 30 years old. If you follow him, you will have a good life in the future."

Zhao Cheng just laughed when she heard it, but she no longer sneered like before, because the rough woman next to her was one of the few friends she had here, and she took care of her a lot on weekdays.

"If you want that, I'll ask my man to talk to Supervisor Sun at night, and you will move in with him tomorrow."

Zhao Cheng lowered her head and refused to speak, but at this moment a black shadow shrouded in front of her, the woman next to her looked up and saw that it was actually Song Beiyun, and hurriedly nudged Zhao Cheng with her elbow.

Zhao Cheng raised his head, saw that it was Song Beiyun, but turned his head away with a snort.

"I heard that Sister Cheng has suffered a lot these days."

Song Beiyun squatted down and pulled Zhao Cheng's hand. Seeing the scattered small wounds on it and the calluses on the pads of his fingers, he couldn't help laughing: "You can go, why do you have to suffer so much here?"

Zhao Cheng didn't speak but didn't withdraw his hand, but the woman next to her seemed to have seen something extraordinary, because Master Song, who was usually like a fairy, was squatting in front of her, holding her little sister's hand, During the conversation, the two seemed to be very familiar with each other.

"I don't want you to care." Zhao Cheng gave him a hard look: "You go!"

"Hey, yes. It made me see a different sister Cheng. You used to be very delicate." Song Beiyun put down her hand, took out the letter and a package from her pocket: "This is a letter from the prince. , and the spring clothes that your side concubine entrusted someone to bring you. There were some cakes, but I thought you might not be used to them, so I took them away."

"You!" Zhao Cheng snatched the things and reached out to Song Beiyun again: "Give me back the things!"

"Don't worry."

Song Beiyun looked up and down at Zhao Cheng who was dressed in work clothes. It might not be unkempt, but it was not that delicate. His hair was pulled back, and the sweat on his face was dripping down his chin.

However, compared with when she first came, she was obviously round and healthy, no longer the sickly sallow color, her cheeks had flesh, luster and blush.

Prince Fu was also worried about his daughter, and had asked someone to write to him several times to inquire about Song Beiyun's situation, but now everything seemed to be fine.

"Okay." Song Beiyun took another package: "Aren't you just kidding, why are you angry?"

After giving everything to Zhao Cheng, Song Beiyun left this place.Zhao Cheng first opened the package containing the pastries, which were really exquisite pastries that could only be found in the palace, before she had eaten them herself, she handed a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake to the sister next to her.

"You...you..." The woman looked at Zhao Cheng in disbelief, and didn't even dare to take her snacks: "You and Mr. Song..."

"Hold it!" Zhao Cheng yelled, "Hands are sore."

The woman picked it up and put it in her mouth. She had never eaten such an exquisite dessert in her life. After eating it, the sweet taste dissipated immediately: "It's so sweet."

Zhao Cheng hummed, and put the basket aside: "If you want to eat, take it yourself."

After she finished speaking, she continued to do the work at hand, and the woman next to her was shocked for a while, and immediately entered the gossip.

"Sister, just tell me, you have a relationship with Mr. Song. I promise not to tell others."

"The enemy."

"Enemy? It's not like that. I just saw my lord holding your hand..." The woman had a nympho look on her face: "If it was me, my lord would hold my hand once, and I would miss him even in my dreams. Look at Song How good-looking your lord is, tall and handsome, I heard that he was still practicing with those soldiers on the school grounds a few days ago. He is capable of both literature and martial arts, and he is still so young."

"Okay, I envy you to hold his hand later."

"All the claws have to be cut off by me." The woman laughed and said, "And I saw that when the lord held your hand, didn't you struggle?"

"Struggling? Is it useful to struggle in front of him?"

Zhao Cheng's words carried many layers of meaning. After saying it, she couldn't help but think of the grievances of these years, tears rolled in her eyes, and her nose was blocked.