Zhui Xu

In the later memory of Zhou Junwu, this spring of Wu Dynasty Jinghan’s ten years passed very badly. [Ye*zi] [Yu*you] The school of physics has just risen and the ambition has been a great one. The research on gunpowder has not progressed, and it has exploded. It has always been difficult for his father to ban him from going out in the palace. A group of teachers swearing Master's way of doing things all day is a humble craftsman's technique, but it is a sinister knowledge of Qi Qiao's lustful skills. Grandma Huma did not stand on his side this time, as for the whole day. An older sister who is annoyed to marry someone but has many unrealistic fantasies is even less likely to become an ally with him.

At the age of thirteen, Xiao Wangye found the direction he wanted to struggle for the first time in his life. In this way, the surrounding world ruthlessly poured a cold water, and the blow to him was quite big.

It’s very tired, I don’t think I will love again...

Of course, this trouble of the young Junwu did not last long. The influence of this spring on him was too great in the rest of his life. At the end of the spring, Master came back from Hangzhou. He could not go out for a visit because of the ban, but not long after, it was probably near mid-March, when Master came over to the palace, although he did not meet with the father. However, due to the relationship between Grandma and his grandfather, he was allowed to go out temporarily, and the prohibition order was lifted.

Among the literati at this time, the title of the teacher is actually quite particular. Among the professors in the Wangfu, Zhou Junwu’s academics are mostly Confucianism in Jiangning, but on Zhou Junwu’s side, these people are still commensurate with the teachers. And he told Ning Yi that he liked Master after he liked to study. There is a big difference between the two. Although Ning Yi has not been in Jiangning for a long time, such a title will not hang on his lips at any time. But the differences can be expressed in the details.

These guests in the palace are all people with status status. There is nothing to say under Kangxian. Kangxian is a horse, and his own knowledge is extremely deep, but he has not been able to make a name. But Ning Yi is only a young man in his early twenties, even if his thinking is agile. Can take down the name of Jiangning's first talent, that is only on the poetry trail, to tell the truth of the real learning, no one will think that they are not as good as Ning Yi.

Because of this. At the beginning of last year, Zhang Rui and Li Tong, both of Wang Fuzhong, had found Ning Yi. That time happened to encounter the assassin assassinated Qin Yuyuan, Ning Yi's hot hand shocked the two people, and the two men died down. However, after Ning Yi left Jiangning, Xiao Wangye increasingly liked the craftsmanship of the craftsmen. The various feelings of the Wangfu guest were inflated, and every time he lectured, he persuaded Xiao Wang to rest on the cliff and read the sages. But Zhou Junwu is willing to listen.

Of course, Xiao Wangye’s temper is still good. In front of the teacher, he only nodded and nodded to teach, turned his head and went to get his own things. He respects the identity of the teacher, but not the other person. [Ye*zi] [Yu*you] A group of teachers also confessed to Kang Wang, but Zhou Yi’s life is a rich and idle king, and knowing that his son’s learning of Kang Xian is not meaningful, if it is true. The high, if you want to do something big, but you have no way to report to the country, you will be depressed, and you will not be in charge. If there is nothing wrong with gunpowder, he would be happy with his own son's vulgar and boring taste, which is better than his daughter.

This time, Ning Yi came back. Because of some changes in Zhou Pei and Jun Wu, the guest of the Wangfuzhong also got the wind. When he was waiting for Ning Yi to come to the door, he had to compare with him to learn the scriptures. Xiao Wangye can see the young people's unreliability. Of course, nowadays, everyone can't really look down on Ning Yi, but even if Ning Yi is martial arts, he killed the assassin on the street. At this time, he has returned to his death in Hangzhou. Personal Wu Yong is still seen by these scholars. Trails only. A group of middle-aged and old-aged students are confident that it is not a problem to turn Ning Yi on the poems and scriptures.

They made preparations for this. After Zhou Junwu heard about it, he was quite looking forward to it. However, after accepting Zhou Pei’s entrustment, Ning Yi only called Jun Wu out of the door by Kang Xian, and a group of guests went to war. There are no opportunities for posts. In the following days, the mentor and the apprentice wandered around in Jiangning City for a few laps, and Zhou Pei took the opportunity to go out and follow the wandering. She originally expected Ning Yi to convince Jun Wu not to get those dangerous things, but Ning Yi led the monarch to turn, but it was some places like docks, workshops, etc., telling him about water trucks and looms. Development, all kinds of mechanical ingenuity, and so on, and so on, Ning Yi has said this with Jun Wu in the past, but now it is more detailed.

After strolling for three days, when the sisters returned to the evening, Zhou Pei went into the palace and sneaked out. He pulled Ning Yi to the alley next to the palace and began to complain: "Mr. promised me to keep Jun Wu away from danger. Things are going up, now how to tell him this..."

Ning Yi smiled: "Of course I have my intentions."

"But, this way, Mr. will only make Junwu more like the things of the material science. Maybe he will start to get gunpowder in a few days. How can you do this, sir, if you want to..."

The girl’s anxious, frowning and frowning said a big pass, although her ordinary temperament is still elegant and graceful, but it seems that if the girl’s image is alone, the head is a bit big, the chin is pointed, The body is a little thin, like a little hen who talks desperately. Ning Yi looked at her so close to her head for a while, and a slap of a finger on her forehead, the girl "squatting" stunned, and blinked and did not speak.

"I have a way, the county owner will look at it, don't question the professionals."

Ning Yi waved his hand and turned and went out from the alley. In fact, unlike Junwu’s obedience, Zhou Pei’s past is not absolutely convincing to Ning Yi. [WWw.YZUU point m] Of course, this is only on the surface, the small county owner is a very opinionate person, even if the heart has already recognized Ning Yi’s ability, what should be said on weekdays, the question, the questioning is still the first For a time, Ning Yi is very appreciative of this attitude. For the superiors, they can't be the only ones. The small county owners are better than Junwu in this respect.

Of course, if in the past, Zhou Peila would not become a stalker. Ning Yi will also take something to pat her head. But at that time, Zhou Pei was still a loli, not seen in a year. At this time, the temperament of the girl is already a lot, and this action is a bit embarrassing. Zhou Pei was red in the alley for a while. In the end, I still went back. In the past year, she has stopped her studies. At home, she is more exposed to the pressure of marriage. Although she has been dragging on, all kinds of pre-marriage education have become the main homework in the day. At this time, she is knocked on her head and will inevitably return. The room was holding the chin and thinking for a while.

It rained the next day. Ning Yi and Jun Wu, Zhou Pei sat in the blue house for a morning. Picking a position near the window, using a pen and ink, while listening to the rain, let Jun Wu say some of his ideas and ideas. He and his entourage sat idle around, and Zhou Pei was wearing a veil. While licking the pastry under the veil, I turned my eyes and peeked at the rest of the place. Recalling that the decoration of Lanju is already similar to the tea restaurant of the later generations, the position of each place is separated by screens and flowers, and the view of which place is not wide, but there is quite a kind of pleasure to peek at others, the sound of silk music When it came, there was a feeling of a large group of people swimming in the garden, which combined elegance and tackiness.

"...In fact, if you want to fly to the sky, there are several ideas. From the things that are already there, think about it. You can divide it into three kinds: kites, two kicks, and Kongming lanterns. We can draw them..."

The content of Ning Yi and his younger brother writing and painting next to it is naturally the thing she cares most about. They talked about how to fly to the sky. Zhou Pei is somewhat helpless about this matter. She knows that after Wang Jun’s study, she is most expecting to fly to the sky one day, but her own younger brother is so empty. Today is enough. Ning Yi, the teacher’s teacher, also discussed with her younger brother, and she felt that she was not in tune.

However, the development of the situation is quite strange, it is raining outside, and the vague songs in the restaurant. Mr. Ning actually actually painted some things out there. The possibility of flying from the top of the structure and principle to the sky... Flying? There is such a possibility, it is not a god. However, after Ning Yi’s detailed and plain explanation, Zhou Pei looked at the graphics and felt vaguely that it was really possible to fly.

Most likely, it is naturally a large hole lamp with a basket hanging, and another thing with two pairs of wings is more complicated. However, this is the basic principle that evolved from the kite. Zhou Pei actually understands some. If large and small kites can fly to the sky, this... is it possible?

This kind of thought is only a little over the heart. What makes her most depressed is that after listening to these things, the younger brother may be more fascinated with the material science and become a craftsman. This is Ning Liheng... Mr. Ning... don’t talk about credit!

Then she heard Ning Yi start talking to Jun Wu about something else.

"...In the past few days, I took you to see the looms, watch the hanging wheels on the docks, watch the waterwheels, watch the printing, these things have been developing, and the looms now have more than 1,600 parts, efficiency. Compared with two hundred years ago, it has increased by more than five times. Compared with the most primitive looms of the millennium, the development is dozens of times. The development of waterwheels is two to three times, and it is more durable. In the workshop, the engraving has been getting better and better, the master is becoming more and more skilled, and there are still big problems in the type of living, but of course there is room for development. Just find a more durable type of living material and when can I find it. If this continues, it should only be a matter of time..."

Zhou Pei whispered after the veil, and Jun Wu nodded desperately. Ning Yi smiled and said: "But... for two hundred years, do you know how many people are doing this?"

He paused: "There is at least a few hundred thousand people who have been eating in the weaving industry in the south of the Yangtze River. Over the past two hundred years, they have experienced many generations. Everyone relies on weaving to make a living. After making money, after the rise of the workshop, a big family like Sujia will have at least a few craftsmen who help to improve the looms. Over the years, so many people have increased their efficiency five times. Some people have only improved a little in their lives. One of the small parts..."

When Jun Wu frowned, Ning Yi sighed: "In fact, the real research and improvement of the loom are all stupid people, real smart people, as long as there are some roads, they go to study. After all, everything is down. Only those who have a high school and have the opportunity to study, who are willing to be a craftsman, but who are committed to this line, even if they are stupid, we assume that there are a thousand... Jun Wu, you feel that you are more than a thousand people. Is it amazing?"

Jun Wu hesitated and shook his head.

"Before you were young, now you are thirteen, even if you can't get married, you can start to make aspirations. These things can really tell you." Ning Yi put a piece of paper with a hot air balloon in front of Zhou Junwu. "This is the easiest way we have set now. There are several problems that you have to solve. What kind of ropes, what kind of fuel, and how to control the size of the fire most stably. The fire must be large enough. But the one used for burning can not be too heavy. The fabric used as the upper part of the hot air balloon must be able to seal, and can resist the heat of the fire. It cannot be broken. Once it is broken, even if it is a small hole, the person above will Nothing is wrong with it. Any one of these things needs the help of other businesses. Just make this kind of easy-to-use fabric. You may have to live in the weaving industry for a lifetime. The ropes used above, you know, just light. The knitting method of the hemp rope for the hanging wheel on the dock is related to the efficiency of the hanging wheel. It is very particular about it... This hot air balloon can't control the direction of the flight. Can you do it alone, for a lifetime?"

"That... what to do..." Jun Wu’s face has been wrinkled. Zhou Pei was stunned for a long while, looking at Ning Yi's eyes, she had vaguely guessed what Ning Yi had to say.

Ning Yi turned his head and looked at the child in front of him with some confusing smile: "You are still small. At first you liked what you like, but it just feels interesting, but the world is not always happy. Things to do. Next I want to tell you, you can think about it for a few years, because I may have to go to Beijing, there is no time to teach you this..."

"Your sister has always hoped that you will become a big man in the future, and for the world to open up peace for the world, but it is impossible. Although you are small, you know this, and the King of Kang Wang also understands, so he never cares about you. You can do it in the future, the art of craftsmanship, there is no problem at all. You can have money and rights in the future. You can have a large number of smart people. You can let them do all kinds of things purposefully, as long as You can grasp the big picture and grasp the direction. The time for these things can be shortened tenfold. So first, you have to learn to be a smart prince, learn how to make more people do the same with you. You are very smart. If you are really interested, there are many people in Wangfu who can teach you this..."

Ning Yi said that when he was going to Beijing, he would have a sense of dignity. At that time, Xiaojunwu would decide to do it. In the next few months and even years, something like a sense of mission gradually piled up in his mind with one piece of things: Some things, maybe Master can't do it, but he It is ok to do it.

This is a follow-up. At that time, Zhou Pei, a small county owner, admired the other's tongue. This day is a temporary solution to Zhou Junwu's affairs. In the afternoon, I returned to the Su family, but I heard april talk about it. In the morning, several Confucian scholars visited the home, and they were all well-known literati in Jiangning, one of them. It is the guest of the Wangfu, they invited Ning Yi to attend a two-day seminar. This essay is different from the poetry that ordinary young people try to make a comeback. The people attending the conference are Confucian scholars with profound knowledge, discussing poetry, discussing articles, and telling current events. A few people waited for Ning Yi half a morning, and when he saw him absent, he left the invitation.

"Don't go."

Ning Yi looked at the invitation and glanced at it. Seeing the words "You must come or kill your family", you will throw it aside and leave it behind. RS

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