The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Early in the morning,

Wang Busui came to Yan's Mansion and whispered to Yan Chengjin: "Master, all the comics were taken away yesterday evening."

Those people didn't know where they came from. There were twenty carriages. It was rare to see such a posture in the capital.

Wang Busui didn't dare to ask any more questions and ordered people to load the car secretly.

Yan Chengjin knew that Zhu Houzhao had taken care of things.

"It's Uncle Chang Ning's carriage. When did it leave Beijing last night?"

Wang Busui whispered: "It's Youshi, young master, can you still seal it?"

"Don't print it yet, the prince's new work hasn't been finished yet."

Yan Chengjin guessed that Zhou Yu was doing business with Tibetan merchants and sent them to Jiangnan or even Guangdong. He must have a green channel.

Zhou Yu was different from the Zhang brothers. He followed the principle of helping if he could, and he was very good at managing connections. He couldn't use the power of Beijing officials, but he could do it with local officials.

From the previous dynasty to the present, his connections extend far beyond the borders of the capital.

It's November, and it's snowing in the cold winter.

On the road from the capital to Liangxiang, Bai Xue was heavily pressed by carriages.

Yan Chengjin came to Liangxiang in a carriage. Chuanshi College of Science had been open for teaching for two months, and the number of students was increasing.

The canals in Liangxiang were frozen and covered with a thick layer of ice, and business in the shipyards was deserted.

But merchants can still be seen in land transport, transporting ironware, paper, refined salt, sugar and many other goods from good places.

The Ming Dynasty had prosperous commerce, such as in Ganzhou, Jiangxi, and a large amount of grain was shipped to various parts of the court every year.

The damask and cloth produced in the south of the Yangtze River were spread all over the world, and thousands of merchants came to buy textiles.

But the taxes and money are not as good as Liangxiang.

The tax money collected by Liangxiang this year is enough to cover the summer tax and autumn grain of Shanghejian Prefecture. Liangxiang is just a county.

He seems to have the potential to become the righteous bird of the Ming Dynasty.

The commercial tax was so huge that the accounts had to be checked. The Liangxiang Yamen would clean it up, hand it over to Xie Yu to clean it up again, and finally Wang Busui would do the calculation before submitting it to the Ministry of Accounts.

Li Zhaofan rode a horse and followed Yan Chengjin's sedan to Liangxiang.

When he was observing his filial piety, he had long heard from scholars from his hometown that there was a library in Liangxiang with the largest collection of books in the bookstore, even inferior to that of the Imperial College.

"It is indeed not a false rumor."

Li Zhaofan stood in front of the library, feeling a little excited. He looked up and saw a towering building standing between heaven and earth.

He walked into the library with some curiosity and excitement, browsing from the first floor to the fifth floor one by one.

Li Mansion,

Li Dongyang stayed up late to write a lecture note. His stepson's knowledge must have declined in the past three years. He usually had no time to teach, so he could only let him read his own notes.

When he came to the study, he didn't see Li Zhaofan: "Where is the second young master?"

Before the maid could answer, Li Qing'e said first: "Just now, my servant came back to report that my second brother has gone to Liangxiang."

Li Dongyang frowned slightly and put the handout on the desk: "Why did he go to Liangxiang? Dad has always seen him absent-minded these past two days."

"Second brother has been mourning in his hometown for three years. He must have been depressed for a long time. The capital is more prosperous than Chaling. It's normal to go out for a walk. Dad, don't worry." Li Qing'e said.

Li Dongyang took a deep breath and nodded.

Song Jing would go to the School of Science to give lectures in his spare time.

"What I want to talk about today is force in physics. Everything in the world will be pulled by force."

There were many subordinate officials and refugee children in the hall. They concentrated their attention, but only a dozen or so people could understand.

They come here every day in the heavy snow, with their heads hanging from their heads and their buttocks stabbed, and their mouths breathing white, just to sprint for the last science exam of the year.

Sitting among the crowd, Li Zhaofan never thought that there was such knowledge as science in the world.

He was a little curious, how did Song Jing discover this kind of knowledge and write it down on paper?

Faculty of Science, Dean's Room.

Wang Yue smiled and said: "My dear nephew, it is good to leave this school of science to me, right?"

"We have a holiday at the end of this month. It's too cold to go out. Song Jing and Xie Pi also need to prepare for next year's spring." Yan Chengjin said.

Needless to say, Xie Pi was extremely talented and had the guidance of his father, Xie Qian, who was the number one scholar. Even if he didn't get a good rank in the exam, he wouldn't fail.

Song Jing is different. He is really dull in terms of stereotypes. Sure enough, when the gods open a window, they will close a door for you.

Song Jing was self-taught in science, and he could practice it just by looking at the theory. However, his problem solving was not satisfactory, and he was much worse than Xie Pi.

There is still four months left, and he can make an impact by relying on the title sea tactics.

Wang Yue said with some reluctance: "How long will my nephew be kept free?"

"Three months." Yan Chengjin said.

Three months is just over the winter, and by March next year, the weather will be warmer.

Wang Yue sighed: "Many foreign students may have a lot of inconvenience when they return home."

"The college just doesn't teach, it's not driving people away. Just let them stay in the college." Yan Chengjin said.

After Wang Yue announced the holiday, the courtyard was noisy.

The March holiday means that there will be no engineering exams for three months, which is a pity for those who have already had some confidence.

If you wait for the engineer exam, you have to wait until next spring.

Those who have become engineers are secretly happy that the harvest will be guaranteed despite droughts and floods, and they can also receive three taels of silver every month during holidays.

It's freezing and snowy, and there's no harvestable crops in the ground. Even if some of them are refugees, they won't starve to death this year.

Back to Yan Mansion, it was evening.

Zhu Houzhao was in front of the mansion, kicked the wall of Yan's mansion out of boredom, and saw the carriage slowly coming towards Yan's mansion.

"Lao Gao, I just heard from Zhou Yu that all the comics have been shipped away."

Yan Chengjin lifted the curtain of the car: "We should be at Hejian Mansion. Why does Your Highness ask this?"

"I am here to remind you that the carriage will be slower than my father's urgent report. When you arrive at Songjiang Prefecture, I am afraid that the ship has already sailed out to sea."

When Zhu Houzhao is serious, his mind is extremely delicate.

The factory guards sent by the court, riding the best BMWs, will definitely travel farther than the carriage in a day.

He came to remind Yan Chengjin specifically that if the ship left when he arrived at Songjiang Prefecture...

Yan Chengjin said: "I have sent someone, Your Highness, don't worry."

If Zhu Houzhao could think of it, how could he not think that Wang Bushui sent someone to deliver a letter a few days ago.

………

Five days later, Jinshan Guard Station.

Wang Shouren was waiting for the court's order to go to the island country and retrieve the remaining three large ships.

But when the imperial edict came, he was a little confused.

Your Majesty ordered Liu Jin to take the monk soldiers to the island country?

Liu Jin did not understand the art of war, and the Japanese pirates in the island country must be more than those in Xiaoqi Island.

Although the monk soldiers are highly skilled in martial arts, there are only more than 200 of them. Going to the island country by force alone may not work, and strategies are needed.

Wang Shouren planned to go there in person to retrieve the three large ships.

But His Majesty issued an imperial decree, asking him to stay in Songjiang Prefecture to guard the island, and Liu Jin would lead the monk soldiers to the island country.

"Does Eunuch Li know why His Majesty wants to send Liu Jin?"

Eunuch Li, who came to announce the decree, smiled sinisterly: "I heard that it was recommended by Lord Yan."

Wang Shouren looked at Liu Jin in confusion: "How did you offend Brother Gao?"

Liu Jin almost cried: "I don't know, Lord Yan has been trying to kill me since we met."

No matter how powerful the poison is, it can't kill an island of Japanese pirates.

He rescued a large ship for the court. He had no merit but hard work. He didn't expect to be treated like this by Lord Yan...

Eunuch Li said sinisterly: "Do you still want to disobey the order! This is the decree of the court. You pack up and set off."