Begging in late Ming Dynasty

753 Three Years
In the blink of an eye, as if the rolling wheels of the Ming Empire were rushing forward, three years passed in a flash. However, since the beginning of the Liaodong War in the 48th year of Wanli, the peace that the Ming Dynasty had not achieved for decades has been rarely achieved in the territory of today's empire.

Song Qingshu remembered that there was a movie called "All Quiet on the Western Front" before the time travel, but now, it is really called "All Quiet in the South of the Yangtze River". The long-lost peace has come to this ancient East Asian country. People can finally take this opportunity to lick their wounds, and let this ancient empire slowly heal the huge scars caused by the turmoil.

And compared to the Wanli period when the Ming Dynasty was the most dreamy, the Ming Empire with only half of the country left has also made great progress.

In later generations, China used to be called the factory of the world, but what it exported were light industrial products such as shoes, clothes and trousers, as well as raw materials such as steel and coal. What was imported was not to mention automobiles and large-scale production equipment, but only one kidney, six kidneys and seven, and the technology contained in it The output can kill half an export container in seconds.

But now, although most of the goods exported by Daming are shoes, hats and clothes, they can be regarded as high-tech industrial products of this era, especially jade-like porcelain, which has become the darling of kidney six. Well, if you are a baron or a justice of the peace, you don’t have a few pieces of porcelain from China to eat at home, and you are almost ashamed to go out.

Before there was any oriental porcelain, those wealthy people in Western civilization used solder plates and bowls. Once they ate sour food, the lead in the tableware would easily overflow, leading to lead poisoning, so that Westerners would die for 400 years. Tomatoes are considered to be poisonous food. As for the poor, they dig wood into a bowl to eat. This thing is prone to mold and poison after a long time, and mouth sores, but smooth porcelain does not need to worry about these at all.

It is conceivable that the porcelain exported from Jingdezhen folk kilns and other places, resold to Europe through India, brought a new trend to European kitchens.

And the silk as thin as cicada's wings, even the pope of Rome is proud to wear Chinese silk. The exquisite oriental carriage, like the Rolls-Royce and BMW of later generations, has become a Western upstart, but the most profitable one. , or consumables such as tea, sugar, tobacco, and spices. After all, a piece of clothing can be worn for a few years if you save it, and it will be gone after a sip of tea.

Owning more than half of the Indian market, the colonies of the New World also indirectly communicated with Western civilization. From food, clothing, housing and transportation, the Ming Dynasty exported goods. Such a vast market can greatly stimulate the country's self-manufacturing industry, from Songjiang to Guangzhou in the south. , a series of coastal cities and nearby inland bases, there are many factories. Every day, boxes and boxes of goods are shipped out from the workshops, half of which are supplied to the country, and the other half are directly loaded onto ships and sent overseas. Shuttle every day Ships in the port are like crucian carp crossing the river.

The title of Maritime Coachman has been well-deservedly taken over by Da Ming from the Netherlands. In its heyday, the Netherlands had more than 2 large and small ships floating on the sea. Now, with the stimulation of commerce and the development of overseas colonies, the number of ships in Da Ming has doubled. doubled.

The atmosphere of modern times began to infect this ancient oriental country from the inside out.

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The whining roar sounded from the head of the steel monster that was emitting thick smoke. The driver of the locomotive tried his best to tighten the brakes on the iron wheels. Amidst the splashing of metal sparks, the 100-meter-long steel monster finally stopped at 56-[-] meters beyond the parking line.

Immediately afterwards, each carriage opened, and passengers with suitcases got out of the car one by one as usual.

However, in the middle of the crowd, the two stupid guys holding salutes were obviously out of place. The roaring train, the busy station, everything seemed too new to them.

Hillbilly from the North!
With a sense of pride that we Yingtian people have never seen before, a large group of shopkeepers, secretaries, traveling businessmen, and ordinary citizens returning from visiting relatives and vacations squinted proudly at the past, but this kind of heartfelt onlooker did not last for a moment. But it disappeared completely.

"Miss Yu'er!"

A resplendent four-wheeled carriage painted with red sails was parked at the exit. More than a dozen muscular men in Chinese tunic suits gathered around vigilantly with their waists slung over their waists. In the middle, one was wearing a white hat with a large flower brim. , wearing a pure white hairpin dress, a beautiful woman like a lily was waiting there with some expectation.

In recent years, Yu'er no longer needs to perform on stage, but her figure has never left the public eye. Songjiang Hospital and Changshu Hospital were built by her on behalf of Song Qingshu. In the welfare home, now Yu'er is equivalent to acting as Song Qingshu's image secretary. With her gentle and soft side, she continues to win the hearts and influence of her adoptive father.

More importantly, this golden lady is still unmarried!On weekdays, Yu'er is like a goddess who can be viewed from a distance and cannot be touched. Immediately, a few well-groomed children from aristocratic families tidied up their appearance, and wanted to go forward to strike up a conversation, at least to leave a good impression on the No. 1 girl of Ming Dynasty , Unfortunately, before they approached, the former commander-in-chief's personal soldier, and now the cabinet bodyguard had already crossed his arms with a cold face to block him.

Such a star figure seemed to be waiting for someone, but amidst the envy and jealousy of a large group of rich kids who couldn't eat grapes and murmured sour grapes, a scene that almost made their eyeballs pop out happened.

"Brother Song, Young Master Zheng!"

Shouting in surprise, Yu'er actually jumped out on her own initiative, but she gave an active hug to each of the two "hillies" they had laughed at before.

Now in the battle of the Three Musketeers, Zheng Sen is the first to be out. He married the daughter of the North Korean king. Although he had a great advantage on the peninsula battlefield, he lost the qualification to compete for the first son-in-law. Thinking back to Fengyue back then Under the grand theater's bold words and hug, he couldn't help shaking his head sighingly.

Such a grand welcome originally made Song Yongzhong a little bored. After staying in Liaodong for three years, he thought that the relationship that should not have developed had faded with time. The hug with fragrance caused ripples in his heart again. For a moment, he was in a daze, and then he bowed his head humbly.

"I've seen Miss!"

"Where are there so many young ladies! Brother Song, you are still so rigid, let's not talk about this, my father asked me to pick you up before leaving, get in the car!"

The highest military officer in the Liaodong War Zone and the largest intelligence leader in the empire, he was low-key when he came back at this time. Although he hadn't seen him for a long time, he was very excited, but Zheng Sen and Yu'er quickly boarded the carriage. As the door closed, the carriage opened. Galloping out of the station, there were two black carriages with bodyguards protecting them one after the other, but no one noticed under the envious and jealous eyes of the crowd, a dozen unlucky guys with sketch pens were captured by a group of Kicking out of the exit hall, he muttered a few words indignantly.

Nowadays, there are more and more newspapers and magazines. In addition to the huge party magazines that publish news and current affairs, tabloids discussing Confucianism, art, and even lace news are also springing up. If you don't want to lose the newspaper qualification certificate you finally got, a large group of reporters have to choose to keep their mouths shut.

After boarding the carriage, the two big men who returned from the distant battlefield unexpectedly met an old friend on Yu'er's carriage.

Compared with three years ago, Little William looked a lot more dusty, lost some prodigal taste, became a little mature, decadent, with a golden hair drooping weakly, sitting on the side of Yu'er with a stern face, looking Zheng Sen was quite surprised and asked while leaning back with his arms folded.

"William, aren't you in Mumbai? Why are you running to answer the sky?"

Although listless, this guy's mouth is still so cheap, he barely raised his head, but suddenly he showed a smirk in a slippery tone.

"Mr. Zheng, are you too heartless? This gentleman has traveled all the way to answer the sky to meet you. Is that why you don't want to see me?"

"Besides, this gentleman is the future son-in-law of the cabinet lord. Miss Yu'er is there, so of course I am!"

Yu'er was already powerless to complain, she was lying lazily on the table with the appearance of being defeated by you, but she couldn't lose her temper with this bastard, but an old friend, Song Yongzhong also shook his head helplessly, but it was Zheng Sen's cold mask It was rare to show some sincerity, and joked with a smile.

"Success for me? The young master must appreciate it. As for the fact that someone wrote to me half a year ago to buy Dongzhu and Korean ginseng, it hurts my feelings, so let's not mention it!"

"Don't, don't!"

This time it was Little William's turn to be dumbfounded, and hurriedly shook his hands.

"In our Great Britain, it is most appropriate to talk about this matter at the wine table! It is the most appropriate! It has been a long time since we Three Musketeers have parted ways. Today I am the host, and the leader of the Song Army must also give face. Let's get drunk. !"

"That won't do!"

She rolled her eyes cutely, but Yu'er interrupted William's "bold" scene.

"Although the eldest father is not at home, Aunt Caiwei has already prepared a home-cooked meal. Brother Song Zheng must follow me to the Zijin Mountain Bieyuan. If you want to drink, Huangmao, go by yourself!"

This once again stunned little William, with a face as bitter as a bitter gourd.

"By the way, miss, when will the handsome come back?"

There is no radio now, and these three years have been busy holding the Hauge card to split the Qing court. Song Yongzhong has a lot to report to Song Qingshu face to face. Even though Little William is separated, he still can't help but listen to it, but This question made Yu'er pouted helplessly.

"The eldest father took the princess vixen from the Pioneer News to Hankou. The Songhan Railway was completed and opened to traffic. He had just finished running in Fuzhou, and he went there to attend some ribbon-cutting ceremony. Aunt Xiangjun was left behind. In my opinion, it is probably the eldest father. I want to have a private meeting with that fox!"

It's the master's business, so don't make rash comments. Song Yongzhong has become a dull gourd again, and he has become dull. On the contrary, Zheng Sen and Song Qingshu are also right-hand assistants and friends. , just changed the topic.

"By the way, Yu'er, when we came here just now, was that the railway? This thing is so convenient! Songjiang Yingtian arrived in less than half a day. How did this thing work?"

"I do not know either!"

When it comes to this, Yu'er still has a bitter face.

"This thing needs to eat coal from Jianghuai. The buses in the city are also pulled by this thing, which makes the street smell strange. I heard that some Spaniards came to beg my father to sell the two of them recently. The front of the car, I really don’t understand, what are they doing all the way to buy such a dirty thing?”

"Sell locomotives?"

Little William, who was listless just now, suddenly his eyes lit up like a light bulb when he heard these words, and like a rabbit seeing a carrot, he suddenly collapsed again.

"Dear Yu'er! Consider your future husband's poor company!"

"roll!"

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While talking, a steam rail car passing by Yu'er's convoy, looking at the green flag waved by the imperial traffic commander, the bodyguard car that was just about to pass before the horse could take a step, suddenly Had to stop, amidst the clanging sound, a group of young people happily passed by on bicycles, and disappeared beside more and more small brick and concrete buildings on both sides of the street, several "Zhongnanhai" were angry The bodyguard blew his beard and stared.

On the balcony next to the street, a few old pedants shook their heads with their newspapers, as if lamenting that people's hearts are not old, and the world is getting worse. Farther away, the roar of the steam engine driving the machine seems to be heard so far away.

Ten years ago, the Ming Empire was still a big step behind the Western colonial powers, but in the past three years, not only has the Ming Empire caught up, but it has also left them behind by at least 120 years!

　I've been out lately, sorry...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)