The king behind the empress

Chapter 67
Tao Qiong looked at the ignited coal stove for a while, although he didn't know why Mo Zizai was excited when it was ignited, but with his knowledge, it was not difficult to see that Mo Zizai wanted to use this thing to keep warm.

"My lord, please forgive me for talking too much. Although your design is exquisite, the amount of anthracite is too small. If it is used for heating, it may be difficult to popularize."

Because coal mines are too difficult to ignite, they are generally only used for forging, so the amount of mining is not large, especially the amount of anthracite that comes from mining bituminous coal is even less.

So wanting to use it to popularize heating, in Tao Qiong's view, it doesn't show at all, let alone the whole Dazhou, even if it is only used in Tianjing City, the number of coal mines may not be enough.

Looking at the briquette stove, Mo Zizai felt as if he had returned to his previous life. After hearing Tao Qiong's voice in his ear, he came back to his senses and replied casually: "Don't worry, there will be more of them soon. .”

"After all, coal isn't just for heating."

Although Mo Zizai is a scumbag in science and engineering, he still learned very solidly in the nine-year compulsory education, especially the certain boiling water and his steam engine printed on the wrong textbook when he was a child, which impressed him even more.

Therefore, he is very aware of the importance of coal, and it is not an exaggeration to call coal the cornerstone of the first industrial revolution in his previous life.

"If there is coal, then there is a steam engine, and if there is a steam engine, then a steam train can be built. If there is a train..."

Mo Zizai's eyes flickered slightly, and he imagined the situation of counterattacking the Three Kingdoms many times in his mind, but every time it was difficult to keep up with the food, grass and luggage. If there was a steam train, he would lay the track while fighting, even if he hit the sky, he would not be able to keep up. Don't be afraid.

Today he thought about the steam engine at the Military Weapons Bureau for a day, and the final result is that it is feasible, because the steam engine is to burn a large boiler, and then use the high-pressure steam in the boiler as an energy source to generate huge energy. The principle is different. It's complicated, and the technical content is not high, so it shouldn't be a problem to make it.

However, although what Mo Zizai thinks is feasible, he has to try it out to know whether it will work or not. After all, technology is not imagined.

As for the technological explosion after the steam engine, he is not worried about it. Without enough basic theoretical support, even if there is a steam engine, technology will not go far. If it is exhausted, it will be able to develop some derivatives relying on the steam engine. , nothing else is possible.

After all, the technological explosion of the industrial revolution in the previous life seemed to have been developed in those 200 years, but in fact it was based on the basic theories of countless great scientists, and it could not explode out of thin air.

Therefore, if the world's technology wants to develop, even if there is a steam engine first, it will take more than 200 years, and after 200 years, I will probably die long ago, what the hell.

Mo Zizai looked at the sky, and it was almost four or five o'clock in the afternoon. Even if he wanted to do something today, he didn't have enough time, so he said to Tao Qiong, "Ambassador Tao, help me with some things. "

"The king wants a boiler, two rails, and two pairs of iron wheels."

After carefully explaining her needs to Tao Qiong, Tao Qiong said confidently: "Don't worry, my lord, these things are not difficult to make. You come tomorrow, and I will give it to you."

"Okay, then the king will go back first."

These things are extremely simple, and it is not troublesome to build the Weapons Bureau, so Mo Zizai didn't give too much advice.

Taking a look at the late-morning sky, Mo Zizai planned to go back to Shangyang Palace directly. After all, there was a daughter-in-law waiting for him to warm the bed in Shangyang Palace.

"Hey, it's a hard life, and I have to warm my daughter-in-law's bed."

……

After night fell, two important guests ushered in the mansion of Minister of the Ministry of Household Qian Min, Minister of War Wang Fucheng, and Minister of Rites Yin Qishan.

The three sat upright in Qian Min's study, and none of them would speak first, the atmosphere in the study seemed a little dull for a moment.

"Mr. Qian Ge, since you have invited us here, it doesn't matter if you have anything to say."

Yin Qishan, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, couldn't hold his breath at first, and couldn't help asking: "But what happened again?"

Hearing Yin Qishan's opening, Qian Min glanced at him. In the court, the Minister of Rites and him were regarded as a faction, and they were all officials from the Jiangnan line. Therefore, Yin Qishan always followed his lead and seldom followed him. sing a different tune.

As for Wang Fucheng, Shangshu of the Ministry of War, he can barely be regarded as a member of King Bei'an, and he and Du Xing, Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment, are considered to be in the same faction, but the two have different personalities. Although they are both in the same faction, they seldom cooperate.

As for the remaining two, although the Ministry of Officials is the head of the six ministries, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, Yang Weishang, neither formed a party nor defended the Empress.

Only the last Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry can truly be regarded as a person who is completely devoted to the empress.

That is to say, among the six departments, the empress really controls only the Ministry of Industry.

Qian Min, who had gone through these things in his mind, glanced at Wang Fucheng who was still silent, and said slowly, "Something happened in Xunzhou."

"What happened in Xunzhou?"

Yin Qishan, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, obviously didn't know anything. When he heard Qian Min say something happened in Xunzhou, he was shocked immediately, "What's going on? Has Xunzhou fallen? What's the matter with Zhang Yuan, can't he keep it?" ?"

"What's the hurry, Xunzhou has not fallen, and it will be very difficult for Xunzhou to fall for a long time."

Qian Min said with a serious face, "That old man Zhang Yuan killed all the patriarchs of the aristocratic families in Xunzhou, and even copied their homes."

"Copied all the aristocratic families in Xunzhou?"

This time, Yin Qishan became even more anxious. The aristocratic family in Xunzhou gave him at least 10,000+ taels of silver every year. If they copied them, it would cut off his fortune.

"How dare this man! Who gave him the guts to rebel? I will write a letter to impeach him and ask His Majesty to dismiss him and investigate."

"Who gave him the courage? Of course it was Mo Zi."

Wang Fucheng, Minister of the Ministry of War who had been watching coldly, said quietly: "Mo Zizai not only let Zhang Yuan copy those aristocratic families, but also violated the ancestral system and let Zhang Yuan take over the military and political power in Xunzhou."

"If Mr. Yin wants to impeach, he might as well impeach Mo Zizai directly. If he is impeached, Zhang Yuan will be easy to handle."

"..."

Hearing the three words Mo Zizai, Yin Qishan, who was still filled with righteous indignation just now, calmed down in an instant. Money can be greedy again, but he only has one life. Go kill yourself.

Seeing Yin Qishan who fell silent for a moment, Wang Fucheng smiled, he knew that the minister of the Ministry of Rites had been frightened by Mo Zizai's massacre in the court hall, and he didn't have the courage to stand against Mo Zizai at all.

Of course, what he knew better was that not only Yin Qishan, but also himself, Mo Zizai's unruly and unscrupulous killing in the court really frightened all of them.

(End of this chapter)