At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

"So as long as there is water, the iron box will not be burned through."

Xie Yunhua nodded in understanding, "Isn't this the same as cooking soup? If the water is boiled dry and you don't add water in time, the iron pot will be burned through."

"It can be understood that the steam engine uses the 'heat of the soup' to propel it."

Xie Yuheng smiled, and Sister Yunhua's mind was spinning very fast.

The iron box was glowing white, but it stayed in place for a long time.

Just when everyone thought that what Xiao Yuheng did was to live up to expectations but failed to live up to expectations.

"It's moving! It's moving!"

Xie Lin, who had been paying close attention and remained silent, shouted excitedly.

The chicken cart started running as fast as it could, running faster and faster.

Along with the sound of Kuang Kuang Kuang, smoke filled half of the corridor.

The boys and girls ran after him, which was extremely strange.

Yang Chengwu and Si Yuandao, who had gotten off duty, were coming around the corner of a house on the side road.

Seeing a big black mouse scurrying past, Yang Chengwu was about to say something degrading to his friend.

Then his great grandson Yang Bingwen directly picked him up, put him aside, and immediately let go and chased the big mouse again.

Yang Chengwu's old teeth were grinding loudly. He didn't want to lose face, you little bastard!

"Yang Bingwen, come back to me!"

Yang Chengwu took off his shoes and said angrily.

Yang Bingwen's voice came from far ahead, "Grandpa, my grandson is suddenly suffering from deafness. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

"(Birds singing and flowers fragrant)"

Yang Chengwu cursed and put on his shoes again, then turned to look.

Hey! Si Jinzhou's old dog also disappeared.

Xie Yuheng took a leisurely stroll, holding a few green plums in his hand.

At this moment, he passed by Yang Chengwu and was grabbed by his sleeve by the silver-haired old man.

"Come on, come on, Xiao Yuheng, how about we discuss the Changpingcang caravan?"

Yang Chengwu smiled kindly, a kind look that Yang Bingwen had never seen before.

Xie Yuheng swallowed the plum meat and saw that the smoke was approaching the end of the corridor.

He shook his head decisively and refused: "How about another day, Uncle Master, Yu Heng is busy at the moment."

Seeing Yang Chengwu in a sluggish state, Xie Yuheng kindly put a green plum in his hand and quickened his pace to catch up with the large army.

Yang Chengwu pitifully watched Xie Yuheng go away, and subconsciously put the green plum into his mouth.

He almost gave it away after one bite, and his old teeth were almost sore!

Shivering from the soreness, Yang Chengwu also moved forward with his old legs.

Let him see what kind of epilepsy medicine these people are selling!

After Yang Chengwu figured out what it was, the little silver-haired old man wanted to hold the iron box and kiss it twice.

After wiping the dust off the chicken with his official robe, Yang Chengwu's eyes were as wide as bells, and he first glared at Si Yuandao.

Then, in a voice so gentle that it could drip water, he asked Xie Yuheng:

"Good boy, can this thing be made into a big one?"

Xie Yuheng calmly rubbed the goosebumps on his arms and nodded: "Okay."

Yang Chengwu was the minister of the Ministry of Industry, and his mind was spinning very fast.

What kind of chicken is this? It can run by just burning charcoal and adding water. Isn't it so fast to transport supplies to the battlefield? !

Civilians transport military rations, transport half of it, and eat half of it themselves.

With this magical chicken, civilian labor is no longer needed, and a lot of food and military pay can be saved.

"But this small steam train can run on the stone road, but the big one can't."

Xie Yuheng added.

Yang Chengwu suddenly fell from heaven to hell, covering his chest and saying:

"Good boy, can you please stop breathing heavily when you speak? Uncle Master is getting too old and can't bear it anymore."

"cough."

Xie Yuheng touched the tip of his nose. Isn't this the art of speaking?

After all, with the current level of industry in Daliang, building a railway is quite difficult.

The imperial court is still short of money, which is even more embarrassing...

"However... you can cast a track out of iron and use gravel and wood as sleepers to make it travelable."

“Without the track, it would be stuck on a dirt track.”

"Even the green bricks couldn't bear the weight of the big steam train and broke into pieces."

His mood fluctuated greatly, and Yang Chengwuqian almost fainted.

He understood: chickens are cheap, don’t have much meat, and don’t get much food.

Big chickens are expensive to build and are picky eaters and difficult to serve!

Even so, Yang Chengwu, an old fox, could see this thing at a glance.

It has the same existence as the Yangzhou Canal. It has disadvantages for the present generation but merits for generations to come!

Of course, if the court is rich, there is actually no disadvantage. In the final analysis, it is all the fault of poverty...

Daliang is so poor that the wealth of the whole country cannot afford the whims of a single Qilinzi.

Suddenly, Yang Chengwu let go of Tie Gupao and pulled out the great grandson Yang Bingwen.

He returned home so proudly that people were left scratching their heads.

Xie Yuheng had a question mark on his head. He turned to Si Yuandao and asked, "Uncle, what's going on? Is the stimulation damaging your brain?"

Do you want to find someone to know...

"It's nothing, don't worry."

"It's said that the disaster will last for thousands of years. How can he be such a person who can't bear the blow easily?"

Yang Chengwu was indeed fine, but those who strongly did not support the caravan suffered.

There were also those departments that were worried about the cost of the public kitchen and asked the household department how many times a year they needed money for meals. Yang Chengwu scolded him bloody in the court.

The Ministry of Works directly took over the work of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and the imperial censor of Zuodu bowed deeply to Yang Chengwu after going down to court.

He said sincerely: "With an official like Yang Shangshu, how can we not be prosperous? How can we not be prosperous? How can we not be prosperous? In fact..."

Si Yuandao looked at his old friend sympathetically, and when he was caught by the most nagging person in the court, he waved and walked away.

Why stay here if you don't leave? He doesn't have the habit of listening to monks chanting sutras.

The days passed, and the ministers discussed it carefully every day.

In the end, it was decided that after Xie Yuheng's improvement, it was more suitable for the beam whip method, but there were some changes.

In addition to adapting measures to local conditions in some areas, the property tax will be changed to a money tax.

Common people could exchange grain for money at normal prices at the banks designated by the imperial court.

In addition, caravans were trialled in Yizhou and Jiaozhou, and permanent warehouses were trialled in Yanzhou.

......

Unknowingly, it is the Xiaoman season, and April 21st is also the day of the palace examination.

The nightingale sings in the green willows, and the bright moon wakes up in the sky.

There were six people in Xie's Academy who took the examination, and all six of them passed, so naturally they also participated in the palace examination together.

When the six of them were ugly, they got up to bathe and change clothes. Even their hair was tied up one by one by the nun invited by Si Yuandao.

When it was her turn to tie Xie Yuheng's hair, Grandma hesitated for a moment, and then asked in a low voice:

"How about I give Mr. Hou some lipstick from the girl's house and make him look healthier."

Xie Yuheng blinked, and the person in the bronze mirror also blinked.

The young man lazily said, "Mommy, if you are serious about it, there is no need to apply grease."

Anyway, it's not like the emperor has never seen her before. She looks a little sick, which makes people feel even more distressed.

"Yes."

Mammy couldn't help but sigh in her heart. Who among those who were struggling to make a living in Shangjing City could not understand the imperial court's new policies?