Chapter 1208: Lengtouqing

Song Li is very innocent, and he was besieged during the New Year's Eve. In fact, it was not considered a siege. The managers of those mines came to his house one after another, asking for the installation of tracks and the popularization of pulleys in the mines they were in charge of.

"Just say, master, I'm on vacation and don't see any guests."

Du Nima sealed you and you still come, you really don’t regard Shangshu as dry food, right?

"etc."

Song Li suddenly thought of Water Transport, and asked, "Did the people from Water Transport come?"

"No sir."

Song Li waved his hand, and after the people left, he said to himself: "Once the water transportation is equipped with this set of things, how much will the cost be reduced? Isn't the benefit those people got lost?"

Song Li only felt a little cold. He knew that many officials along the water transportation line were relying on mountains to eat mountains. If labor labor was reduced on a large scale along the way, those officials would go crazy.

Even if you want to offend people these days, you have to have art. Offending a small number of people, you can establish an image of integrity, but if you offend most people...

"My lord! What's the matter with you, my lord?"

The news of Song Li's illness spread very slowly, after all, everyone was still on vacation.

Fang Xing is on a complete vacation, playing wildly with his two children at home all day.

The snow in the yard was all ruined, Tudou and Pingan were dragged into the bathroom to take a bath, Fang Xing took off his shoe covers, and said nonchalantly, "I don't have wet shoes, it won't be hot."

Zhang Shuhui asked someone to bring a basin of hot water, and pressed his feet into it herself. Xiao Bai watched Fang Xing's shoes beside the stove, looking funny, and baked them on the side of the stove.

At this time Mu Hua came in and said, "Mr. Xie sent word that Song Li from the Ministry of Industry was ill."

Fang Xing nodded to show that he understood. As for why Song Li fell ill, he was not interested in knowing.

After the performance of the horse-drawn carriages in the big market, where will the people of Water Transport go?

The current water transport is not the behemoth that hundreds of thousands of people depended on to make a living in the future, and with potatoes in the north and grain from Nuer Gandusi, the importance of water transport has dropped a lot.

"Someone is going to cry!"

...

Zhou Yangqing, the left servant of the Ministry of Industry, clapped his hands at the door of the house with a smile on his face and said: "I already know the purpose of everyone's visit, let's go back, and wait for a result to be discussed at the Central Committee after going to the Yamen."

Someone from the crowd outside the gate shouted: "Master Zhou, we have quotas every year, and we will be punished if we fail to meet them. Even if you are pitiful, please ask the Ministry of Industry to pave the track as soon as possible."

These officials are all in charge of a certain mine, and they take advantage of the opportunity of the Chinese New Year to go to Beijing to do business and give benefits to certain people so as not to be put on small shoes.

After seeing the carriages and the set of pulleys and carts in the great market, these people couldn't sit still.

The rail carriage instantly became a hot topic in the capital, even the palace heard about it.

"What is Fang Xing doing at home?"

Zhu Di finally had a few days of leisure, but Sun Xiang didn't have a chance to rest, so he said, "Your Majesty, Xing and Bo didn't come out when they were at home, and they haven't shown up."

"Is he scared?"

Zhu Di said dismissively: "Xing Hebo, who once faced the attack of the grassland coalition forces without fear, is afraid?"

Thousands of people point at it, but die without illness.

Sun Xiang said: "Your Majesty, the track of the big market was opened that day. Except for the common people, countless people were gnashing their teeth and saying that this was a strange trick. It was only to frighten those common people that they didn't show it."

Zhu Di had a strange expression on his face, as if he had heard a joke.

"Are they afraid of the people?"

"Scared!" Sun Xiang recalled the scene at that time and said: "The people and businessmen were very fanatical. If those literati started a disturbance at that time, they would definitely be beaten, or they might die."

"Oh! It's good to be afraid! As for Fang Xing, it's good to let him sober up, lest that Zhuzi always think that he can get things done by going on a rampage."

Zhu Di remembered when he was young, it was so good at that time!

Sun Xiang sighed slightly in his heart, feeling that Zhu Di's favor and trust in Fang Xing was too much.

This tone is similar to how he treats his nephew. If the prince can get this kind of treatment, he will probably gain ten catties in a month of excitement.

At this time someone came in and reported: "Your Majesty, Yushi Lanjian has gone to Xinghebo's house."

Zhu Di supported his forehead with his hands, and said through gritted teeth, "They're all stunned, don't worry!"

...

Lan Jian's head was wrapped with a cloth, and his face was still a little swollen, but he was very imposing.

"Uncle Xinghe, I saw that the railway track can be used for mine docks, but how can those lowly merchants use it?!"

There were two other people who followed Lan Jian, both pretended to be filled with righteous indignation, but refused to speak.

Fang Xing sat up, Ma Su stood up and said, "May I ask Master Lan, why can't merchants use it?"

Lan Jian saw that Ma Su was young, so he shouted: "You are still young, you don't know the filth of merchants who value profits over righteousness, and you don't know what encouraging merchants will cause?"

"Scattered flowers gradually become attractive to the eyes, and money is touching people's hearts. After merchants are everywhere, people's hearts are not old, and material desires are rampant. Thinking about that scene, I feel terrible!"

Lan Jian shook his head, as if he wanted to get rid of the remaining images in his mind, and then said sincerely: "Uncle Xing, from ancient times to the present, suppressing merchants has been something that has been done persistently throughout the dynasties. The Ming Dynasty is flourishing, why promote merchants? "

Ma Su sighed slightly in his heart, and said, "Lord Lan, do you know how the many government-run workshops in Daming have been doing these past years? Do you know how much Daming's business tax revenue has been over the past year or so?"

"With so much land in the Ming Dynasty, it is invincible to conquer the north and south without commercial taxes!"

Lan Jian looked at Ma Su with that kind of pitiful eyes and said: "Xing Hebo has arrested many businessmen with connections to foreign countries. It can be seen that this generation has no family and country king in his heart, so he should be killed!"

Fang Xing was very helpless. After Lan Jian went all out to impeach him last time, Zhu Zhanji came to explain, saying that this is the stunned young man in the censor.

Lengtouqing couldn't make sense, so Fang Xing simply asked Ma Su to come forward to receive him, while he was thinking about the impact of the rails.

Generations of Han people have been walking on dirt roads and stone roads, and a rail transit suddenly appeared. Although it is only for transporting goods at present, it subverts the traditional concept at once.

And this is what some literati are afraid of. It’s like a successful person who suddenly finds that most of his life experience has been overturned by others. The confusion and fear can be imagined.

This Lan Jian must be one of them. After seeing the rail carriages in the big market, he was so dazed and helpless that he couldn't help but came to find Fang's house.

However, Fang Xing could understand this feeling. He remembered that when the train entered China for the first time, the common people respected it as a god, while those literati, out of fear, denounced it as a strange skill and a sleight of hand, destroying Feng Shui.

Thinking about these things here, Lan Jian saw that Ma Su could not be persuaded, so he turned his gun and knelt on the ground with a plop, which shocked Fang Xing.

"What are you doing? Get up!"

Fang Xing's first reaction was to get up and avoid it. The tears in Lan Jian's eyes really scared him.

"Uncle Xinghe, Xiaguan's family is poor. Fortunately, Daming has social studies, and Xiaguan has come all the way to today. Daming is the root of Xiaguan. Seeing merchants running rampant, the common people cheered, Xiaguan felt like a knife, and wished he could live forever. Burn it all up! If you take the liberty today, just ask Xing Hebo to close the academy!"

When Xin Laoqi walked in, Fang Xing nodded, and he pulled Lan Jian up.

"You didn't do that, Yushi!"

Fang Xing asked someone to bring hot tea to Lan Jian, frowned and said, "You don't have a deep understanding of the affairs of the court, if you intervene rashly, you will only cause bad things, understand?"

Seeing Lan Jian's still firm face, Fang Xing said helplessly: "Da Ming wants to develop, you should understand this, right?"

Lan Jian nodded, if he denied this again, Fang Xing would have his servants carry him out immediately.

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