The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Song Jing put aside his unhappiness just now and got a little excited: "I didn't expect that Master Yan is so young. He came to see you just because he wanted you to write this method into the laws of the strong so that silkworms all over the world can imitate it."

"Don't write." Yan Chengjin shook his head.

Song Jing was dumbfounded: "Why?"

"Because it's already finished."

"…………"

Historically, Song Jing was an out-and-out upright official. The first half of his life was quite bumpy. He finally entered the official career, but because he was too upright and reckless, he offended Liu Jin and was suppressed and not reused.

It was not until the Jiajing period that he returned to officialdom and became the censor of Zuodu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. He was a minister with great power in the Ming Dynasty.

He is also the highest-ranking official in the Song Yingxing family.

However, this man was a bit reckless. He said he knew Yan Chengjin, but he followed him to his house without any doubts. He was really a newbie who had never seen a bad person before.

Yan Chengjin thought to himself that being able to draw inferences from one instance and apply the Law of the Strong into practice is also a talent.

Maybe he is like his father, a compound talent who was delayed by becoming an official.

When scholars study, they only think about becoming an official. They study for the imperial examination and study for the purpose of becoming an official.

How do they know that besides being an official, you can also pursue other careers, such as being a scientist, a doctor, or a construction engineer?

This is the importance of freeing the imprisoned mind.

Studying is equivalent to being an official. How pedantic is that?

This idea has killed many versatile talents like my father who can fight and write novels.

However, this is not their fault. After all, this is an ideological imprisonment that has been passed down from generation to generation since ancient times. It cannot be broken overnight.

Song Jing was stunned for a moment, a little suspicious: "Sir, why are you looking at this official so closely?"

Yan Chengjin asked: "What are your plans next?"

Song Jing said solemnly: "After meeting Master Yan, the student will go back to study and strive to obtain merit and honor as soon as possible. Speaking of which, the master is much younger than the student, but he is already able to serve the imperial court. The student is really ashamed."

Daming's future depends on you. Please forgive me for not letting you go.

"How about staying in the capital to study?"

Song Jing shook his head: "I have a wife and children to look forward to at home, so the students should rush back early."

Yan Chengjin directly showed off his cards: "Yingke Song is my father, and I also know Mr. Chuanshi and Mr. Qingshan. If you stay, I will give you their autographs...inscriptions, inscriptions! You can also send calligraphy treasures."

Song Jing was stunned and blinked his eyes: "Did you tell the truth, sir? Can you really give students the calligraphy treasures of Ying Ke Song, Qing Shan Jun and Mr. Chuan Shi?"

"Can I still lie to you?" Yan Chengjin had an expression that said, 'If you don't believe me, I will be angry.'

Song Jing muttered: "Sir, you just lied to the students..."

Well done!

He actually became more cautious, a child can be taught!

"Do you know what the real name of the welcoming pine is?" Yan Chengjin asked.

Song Jing smiled and said, "Students know, isn't it called Yan Kesong?"

The next moment, Song Jing looked at Yan Chengjin suddenly: "Could it be that you are..."

Yan Chengjin said seriously: "I am the son of Yingke Song, and there is only one."

Few people in the entire capital knew that Yingkesong's son was named Yan Chengjin, let alone those in the corner of Fengxin Yaxi.

Song Jing nodded vigorously.

After signing the "Confidentiality Contract that the Son of the Yingke Song Shall Not Be Revealed", copied it a hundred times, and swore a hundred oaths, Yan Chengjin took him to the Zeng Mansion.

The doorman of the Zeng Mansion announced and took them to the main hall. There were many calligraphy treasures hanging on the walls. It seemed that Wang Yue had mentioned that Zeng Jian had a collecting habit and liked to collect calligraphy treasures.

Zeng Jian was in the study watching the old man writing big characters and delivering iron tools to the Three Kingdoms. Thinking about it gave him a headache. When he heard that Yan Chengjin was coming, he hurried to the main hall.

"My nephew is here." Zeng Jian saw a dumbfounded scholar standing behind him, carrying a baggage, and asked, "Who is this scholar?"

"Student Song Jing, I have met my senior." Song Jing didn't know that this was the residence of the left minister of the Ministry of Industry.

Yan Chengjin took Zeng Jian aside and said, "Sir, will you accept any disciples?"

Zeng Jian looked back and saw the scholar's naive look, and muttered a few times, a little embarrassed: "Shibo never accepts disciples. Accepting disciples is too tiring, and he doesn't form a party for personal gain."

Political cliques were very common in the imperial court, either among fellow villagers, teachers and students, or between northern and southern Zhili. It is no wonder that Zeng Jian said so.

Yan Chengjin thought for a while: "I wonder how the Ministry of Industry will handle the matter of iron tools?"

"We collected a large amount of iron tools from the shops. The stocks and the newly refined ones were just enough to make it together," Zeng Jian said.

The imperial court exchanged grain for iron tools made by the people, and then handed the iron tools to Siam and other countries. The price of grain fluctuated, and the price of iron tools fluctuated. Either the court suffered losses, or the merchants suffered losses. After all, it was not a long-term solution.

"I recommend this man to be your disciple because he is so special. Does your Majesty know that he made silkworms spin twice as much silk?"

Zeng Jian was wildly surprised: "Is what my nephew said true?!"

Yan Chengjin said that the law of the strong can be used on silkworms to make silkworms spin out more silk.

In fact, many silkworms were frozen to death during the Great Cold, but the status of silkworms was not as important as that of farmers, so they were not given top priority. The Ministry of Industry knew only too well how many silkworms were frozen to death in the Jiangnan Weaving Bureau.

This is the value of a new scientific theory. A seemingly simple theory can set off developments in all aspects.

Yan Chengjin looked at Song Jing: "This man came up with this. You might as well ask him yourself. It's getting dark. I want to go home. It's not safe on the road at night."

Zeng Jian's heart was surging. He strode to Song Jing and looked at him eagerly: "But is it true?"

"You will know it at a glance." Song Jing took out a bamboo tube and poured out a few fat silkworms.

It was nearly twice as big as ordinary silkworms!

Zeng Jian grabbed one with an incredible look on his face. He had seen silkworms, but he had never seen such a big one.

A piece of silk was only sold for a few taels of silver in the local area, but it could be sold for more than ten taels of silver overseas. Even raw silk was easy to sell, but the silk produced each year was not much.

The Ministry of Works must make great contributions!

Zeng Jian laughed out loud. Let's see which censor dares to say that the Ministry of Works only spends money and does not make money in the future. This official will slap him to death!

"Do you know why I brought you to see me?"

Song Jing muttered, a little cautious: "Master Yan said that if I become your student, I will give you the calligraphy and inscriptions of the Welcoming Pine, Qingshan Jun, and Mr. Chuanshi."

"Well, be my student."

Song Jing glanced at him. He was an official after all, so he bowed: "Student greets my teacher!"

Zeng Jian happily let Song Jing stay in his house, and then took the silkworms into the palace.

Late at night, in Fengtian Hall.

Emperor Hongzhi and three important ministers of the cabinet were still discussing the appointment of officials from the six ministries.

Xu Qiong, the Minister of Works, requested to retire, and Bai Ang, the Minister of Punishments, also requested to retire.

One was in charge of the civil engineering of the Ming Dynasty, and the other was in charge of the criminal law of the Ming Dynasty. Selecting a successor was the top priority.

Emperor Hongzhi frowned: "Who should be elected as the Minister of Works?"

Liu Jian thought for a while: "Zeng Jian, the left assistant minister of the Ministry of Works, is an upright official with a long history of achievements. His election as the Minister of Works is also popular. Why does Your Majesty choose someone else?"

Emperor Hongzhi sighed and shook his head: "The person I originally intended was also from Zeng Qing's family, but Zeng Qing's family has become a foreign relative now. If I promote him to the position of Minister, wouldn't it be for the sake of relatives? Choosing his daughter as the Crown Princess is already against the ancestral system. If I promote him to the position of Minister, I am afraid that all officials will not agree."

Liu Jian nodded.

Xiao Jing said to Emperor Hongzhi: "Your Majesty, Lord Zeng said that there is an important matter to report."

Liu Jian and Li Dongyang looked at each other and said Zeng Jian, Zeng Jian is here.

Emperor Hongzhi nodded: "Announce!"

Zeng Jian walked slowly into the hall with a bamboo tube in his hand. After saluting, he said: "Your Majesty, I have an important matter to report!"

Although he is about to become a royal relative,

But he was still very respectful and not as casual as the Zhang brothers.

Zeng Jian poured out all the silkworm seeds that Song Jing had improved, and shouted passionately: "Your Majesty, auspicious... auspicious!"