My Daming New Empire

Zhu Di once had a whim, and when he was dealing with a group of thieves outside Chengtianmen, he used the electricity generated by this coil to electrocute people alive.

In the end, the meat is almost cooked, and the person is not completely dead.

Not to mention, this kind of death is rarely shocking, and now the people of Daming like to be struck to death by lightning as the heaviest oath.

This kind of crooked technology tree makes Zhu Zhanji helpless. He knows the direction of development, but without the foundation, how can he build a castle in the air?

"Your Highness, it's time to go back. Today is the birthday of the little Prince Qi Jian, and the Crown Princess also asked the servant to remind you."

Zhu Zhanji nodded, hummed, and said to Ma Di: "I'll go to the riverside some other day to see the hull and sail improvements you made with the Ship Research Institute. Let's stop here today."

Of course, it is impossible for Zhu Zhanji to read the ten research institutes in one day, and it will take a few days.

When he came out, he met a group of organized Western scholars including Carl Soli.

These people have gradually gotten used to the prosperous life here in Daming, but doing nothing all day makes them a little bit impatient.

Now that Chen Cheng is gone, it is Zhu Zhanji's job to arrange their work.

He didn't show up in person, but asked Li Liang to inform them that he would meet them tomorrow, and left Xiamaqiao.

He already has a complete plan for the usefulness of these Western scholars, which is to serve as lecturers at the newly established university, and then give them a platform to play according to their different specialties.

He plans to use the funds from the internal treasury to establish this university, without going through the household department, so that civil servants will not be given the opportunity to intervene.

First put aside the civil servants and make a stand independently, and then consider the matter of integration later.

If these Western scholars are mixed with Confucianism now, I am afraid that Confucianism will never allow these Western scholars to make their own voices.

Moreover, it cannot be called a university in the first place, as this will touch the sensitive nerves of Confucianism.

Why not call it the Royal Institute of Technology, and say that it specializes in training technicians and craftsmen, so that Confucianism will be less opposed.

The sound of horseshoes shook, and Zhu Zhanji saw the bright moon in the sky through the window, looking forward to both Zhu Di and Zhu Gaochi leaving as soon as possible.

He has never touched the bank case, just to give all the courtiers a blow.

(Not in the state, today's transitional chapters will come first, and tomorrow will strive for more.)

Thank you for a catty of white sugar, Mr. Zhang De of the Sui Dynasty, see people with lights, bamboo sticks, I spit you out, Gu Feng for the reward, thank you for your support

Chapter 29 different paths

Inside Jiqingmen, a quiet street between Gongyuan and Qinhuai River.

This street separated from the Gongyuan by a wall was originally called Gongyuan West Street, but because civil servants like to live around the Gongyuan, this street is favored by many civil servants because of its quietness amidst the hustle and bustle.

Because of the large number of bachelors living here, it is now called Bachelor Street.

Yang Shiqi bought a two-entry small courtyard here in his early years, and has lived here all these years.

Besides him, Xie Jin, Hu Guang and others also live on this street.

At this time, the sky had already darkened, and a knight rode a steed into this narrow street that could only accommodate two carriages.

Although the knight on the horse hadn't been clearly seen yet, the concierge of Yang's mansion had already sensed that it was the Second Young Master's return by virtue of the familiar sound of horseshoes.

The old butler Rob, who was guarding the gatehouse, rushed out to welcome the horse. When the horse approached, he recognized that it was his second young master, and asked the second young master to hold the rein. "The second young master is back, the master is waiting for you in the study."

Yang Dao jumped off the horse, rubbed his cold hands, untied the cloak and handed it to Rob. "Rob, this horse has already been fed by the groom of Quang Binh Hou's family today, don't feed it anymore."

"Well." Rob took the cloak and said in a low voice: "Second young master, talk to the master well, don't be stubborn with him again, the master is also for your own good."

"I know……"

Yang Dao led the way into the yard, bypassed the screen wall, and strode towards the corner room on the west side of the main building.

Rob, who was following behind, was old and weak, and couldn't keep up with him at all. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: it's nice to be young!

The area of ​​the Yang Mansion is small, originally only the old couple Yang Shiqi lived there, and the two sons were arranged to take care of the old mother in their hometown.

Father Yang died young, and Yang Shiqi was only one year old at the time.His mother became a widow at a young age, and then married Luo Xing, who was De'an's co-prefect at the time.

Although Luo Xing was a stepfather, he treated Yang Shiqi very well. Originally, Yang Shiqi had changed his surname to Luo. Seeing that Yang Shiqi mourned his deceased father during the sacrifice, he took the initiative to change his surname back to Yang.

It's a pity that Yang Shiqi was underage, and Luo Xing was transferred to Shaanxi border guards because he offended the powerful.

When he was in Shaanxi, Luo Xing, a southerner, couldn't bear the bitter cold in the north, and died of illness.

His mother took him back to his hometown from Shaanxi, and never remarried since then, raising him as an adult.

Yang Shiqi treated his mother with the utmost filial piety, because his mother was not used to the atmosphere of Yingtian Mansion, so he put his two children in his hometown to perform filial piety for him.

But the two children were not around, and he didn't teach too much, leaving both children neglected.

Originally, he liked the smart elder son the most, but the elder son was arrogant and licentious, and took advantage of his relationship to run rampant in the village.

During the Eastern Expedition to Dongying, he actually violated the military order and got involved with the female family members of the royal family of Dongying, and was personally ordered to be executed by His Highness.

At this time, Yang Shiqi came to his senses, and his son still had to teach himself to become a talent.

He went back to his hometown in person to talk to his mother, because his eldest grandson was misled by him, Yang's mother also blamed herself, no longer missed her hometown, and moved to the capital.

Originally, this small courtyard was very comfortable for the elderly couple, but after the mother came, there were also the eldest son's wives and concubines, several children, and the second son, and the small courtyard became a bit crowded.

When Yang Dao passed by the West Wing, he heard his sister-in-law teaching his nephew to write, but the three nieces were sent outside to play so that they would not interfere with his brother's writing.

Yang Dao sighed in his heart, this sister-in-law is good everywhere, but she is too harsh.

Because I was less than 30 years old, my husband left, and I was going to remarry as a rule.

If you don't want to marry, you have to spend money to buy a citizenship.

A woman in her 20s is determined to be a widow, does not need to remarry, and concentrates on raising her nephew.

Even if the concubine's room is too thin, the children born in the concubine's room are too harsh.

After the eldest brother died, she sold several concubines, and the daughters born to the two concubines were also like little maids.

When the three little girls saw Yang Dao, they all smiled and called "Second Dad" softly.

Yang Dao nodded, and said softly: "It's cold outside, brother needs to learn calligraphy, you can go to my study to play."

The little girls smiled and nodded.

Hearing the commotion outside, Pang opened the window and said, "Second Uncle is back, Grant Tong is playing again today, and I haven't finished writing the two hundred characters."

Yang Dao turned his head to look at his nephew with a sad face and said, "The new year has just passed, and my heart hasn't recovered yet. Sister-in-law, don't worry, give Zhitong some time to adjust. I'm going to see my father, and I'll come to check Zhitong's homework later."