Xiaguan Pier.

A Confucian scholar in his thirties stood at the bow of the ship and looked at the dock that was gradually getting closer.

"This thing is very powerful!"

He said, looking at the arms on the dock.

This boom, which is still mainly composed of wooden structure, is not manpower, but is driven by the cattle, winch and pulley set next to it. The front end of the thick square wood is made of iron chains and hooks cast by pig iron, which hooks up the pig iron blanks tied with brown-olly on a cargo ship. Then it turns to the outer Qinhuai River on the right and slowly put it on a small boat, which is already full of the same pig iron blanks.

"This was cast in Chizhou iron yard, but there is only a pig iron furnace in Chizhou, and the iron furnace is still under construction, so it needs to be transported to the iron yard in the capital."

The boatman beside him said.

"What's this?"

The Confucian scholar pointed to the pier that was about to set foot on.

The ground in the drizzle was covered with water, but there was no accumulation of water. This water light stretched forward dozens of feet, looking like a pool of calm deep water. There was a lot of mud and sand at the end, but when you reached the shore, you could not see mud and sand.

“This is the newly laid cement!”

The ship owner said.

At the same time, the passenger ship from Wuchang leaned onto the dock. A young woman, who was a little younger than a man, walked out of the cabin. Under the support of the maid holding an umbrella beside her, walked towards the bow of the boat curiously. The two servants finally walked out with salutes. The man waited for a moment and stepped onto the concrete floor with the young woman. He subconsciously looked down, probably not feeling anything abnormal, so he continued to move forward.

"Can the guest officer come into the city?"

Suddenly a smile appeared in front of him.

The man's eyes turned along the man's arm to the carriage on the left. The door of the four-wheeled carriage was open, and the soft cotton pads on the two two-seater benches facing him...

"One monday, the whole city will be delivered!"

The smiling face stretched out a finger and said.

So they got into a taxi. Not only did the young couple have seats, but even the two servants could stand in a special position behind the car. Their salute was placed on the roof and covered with tarpaulin to avoid being wet. The four-wheeled carriage equipped with shock absorbing springs quickly drove out of the dock and headed straight to Dinghuai Gate on the Sanhe dirt road. The middle of the wide four-lane road was divided by willow trees and flowers, and there were intersections for crossing. A soldier in red patroled with rattan strips. He immediately blew the whistle when he was trying to cross the flower bushes and ran over with a fierce whistle.

"interesting!"

The Confucian scholar said with a smile.

"Is this too unkind?"

The gentle young woman said.

"Rules, no rules cannot be achieved without rules. Everyone must learn to understand rules even when walking in daily life."

The Confucian scholar said.

At this time, their carriage reached a crossroads, and in the middle was a pavilion. In the pavilion, the same soldier kept blowing the whistle. The carriageman quickly turned the carriage that was originally driving outside to the inside and waited. On the horizontal road ahead of them, the carriage that was passing by directly. After a moment, with the soldiers' gestures, their carriage began to turn, and the outsiders moved straight forward.

Soon the carriage drove onto Dinghuai Bridge.

"Is this cement?"

The Confucian scholar looked at the bridge and said.

There is a new bridge on both sides of this ancient stone bridge being built, and at this time the piers are being built, one on both sides of the river, which extends slightly towards the river channel and is made of stone. The workers smeared the mixed gray-black mud on the square stone and then built it directly.

"But how to build a pier in the middle of this river?"

He said in confusion.

"No need for bridge piers. It is said that the Hou Zhongyong and Mr. Song have developed a new bridge repair method. They can cross the Qinhuai River by making racks with wood and iron. In the future, the bridges on both sides will take the car, and the people will take their own way, and they will not block the boats below. In the future, these new bridges will be built on both sides of the bridge around the capital. It is said that they are to protect the stone arch bridge in the middle. After all, these were built by Emperor Taizu back then."

The coachman said.

"I want to see how I don't use the piers."

The Confucian scholar said.

Of course he didn't know that there was another thing in this world called wooden trusses and arch combination bridges. The Swiss could build this thing to a span of more than 70 meters in the 18th century.

The carriage turned to the side and stopped in front of the city gate.

Immediately afterwards, a soldier led the dog forward, and the Confucian scholar handed over his road guitar, and at the same time he handed over a small red book with three words "Delegate Certificate". The soldier immediately changed into a warm smile, but he still held the dog's leash and let the dog sniff it on the salute. After confirming that there was no abnormality, he returned the road guitar and the representative Certificate to him, indicating that he could enter the city.

The carriage drove into the city gate immediately.

The soldier walked to the officer sitting in the booth and said a few words. The latter quickly opened a big book and wrote a line of words on it:

Wang Fuzhi, the representative of scholars and civilians in Hengyang County, Hengzhou Prefecture, arrived.

At this time, Wang Fuzhi, a representative of the scholars and civilians in Hengyang County, Hengzhou Prefecture, was sitting in a carriage to appreciate the scenery of Nanjing. It was obvious that the city had changed too much, which made him a little dazzled. The original ancient capital of the Six Dynasties was already the most prosperous city in Jiangnan, but compared with the present, Nanjing was obviously much darker. The cleaner streets, more new buildings, and more new products made Wang Fuzhi a little dazzled. Even the pedestrians on the streets were obviously not what he remembered. The poor people who could still see food everywhere were rarely seen, and more people were obviously wearing new clothes, let alone the colorful signs on both sides of the street.

It is obvious that the changes in recent years have exceeded the past few hundred years.

"Husband, is this?"

Mrs. Wang looked at the pineapple posing in front of a fruit shop curiously.

And it is sold out.

"parking!"

Wang Fuzhi said.

The carriage stopped immediately, and he pushed open the window behind and said, and the servant standing behind immediately went over and bought six, one for each coachman.

"I thank you for the rewards and ask you for the blessings. I wouldn't be too young to bear to eat this."

The coachman said with a smile.

“What is this?”

Wang Fuzhi asked.

"This is pineapple. It is said that it was not originally from the Ming Dynasty. Like sweet potatoes, they were brought from the Americans by those red-haired people. It has been brought for only 20 or 30 years. At present, only people in the south of Fujian have grown it. This thing is afraid of the cold and cannot be planted northward. These are all transported from Nanyang Company's merchant ships from Fujian. They were tributes before, but later they were made into cans and started selling them. The food we ate is not fresh, but they were sold on the can. The fresh ones were not sold at all, and they were delivered directly to the mansion where the ordering was done."

The coachman said.

"Isn't this the concubine who is riding in the world laughing?"

Mrs. Wang said with a smile.

"That's just a legend. No matter how fast the lychees in Lingnan are, they cannot be delivered to Chang'an intact. Yima is in expedited to send military information in an urgent manner, and it is impossible to travel across mountains and rivers from Shaoguan to Chang'an in two or three days. As for this, it is done by vendors, which is profitable. At most, it is just a luxury for people to eat. But they pay to buy them, so that those who run this business can benefit from top to bottom, otherwise their money will be buried in the cellar."

Wang Fuzhi said.

"We are also common here. You can buy lychee food at the canned shop. There are fruits from all over the world, as well as various birds, animals and sea fish. Even if you want to eat giant whale meat in the sea, you can also eat the mountains in the sea!"

The coachman said.

"Giant whale meat?"

Wang Fuzhi said in surprise.

"It's the giant whale meat. There are only cans in Nanjing. You can eat fresh meat when you go to Zhoushan. However, the taste is not very good. It's all very greasy and fat. The whale oil lamp is very good. The small ones now use whale oil lamps, and rich families use whale candles..."

The coachman said.

"Look at the newspaper, the latest Yingtian Daily, the state newspaper that just died..."

At this time, a young man and a half walked over and waved the newspaper scroll and shouted.

Wang Fuzhi hurriedly called him.

The servant immediately gave the money, and a copy was sent by various newspapers. Wang Fuzhi opened the report and said with doubt: "What's going on with the main state news? Fang Yunsheng, the main writer? Why did he die in his early fifties?"

It is obvious that he knows Fang Dayou.

Although Lao Fang is not good at character, he was a famous calligrapher and painter in the late Ming Dynasty. His paintings are very popular in modern times.

"Customer, please read further!"

The coachman said with a smile.

Wang Fuzhi then saw today's state affairs report, and then he came to his face with familiar names, and their eulogy poems and essays. Of course, they also condemn the murderer who committed the crime in the street, accused the government of being incompetent, and sheltered the murderer and caused him to escape from justice.

Most of the other newspapers are like this.

In other words, Yingtian Daily remained neutral and only published a eulogy to commemorate this newspaper colleague who sacrificed his life for freedom of speech.

But that's enough.

After all, Yingtian Daily has different identities.

"It's ridiculous. Where is the law of this country? The Ming Dynasty has no words to be punished. Even if Li Zhi and his fellow Xinyin are not punished for words. What's more, this Datong country is just based on the words of the wise men. Moreover, the author is Huang Nanlei, not Fang Yunsheng. Even if he is guilty, he should be punished by the Youzi. How can there be any heroes who lynch their lynching and kill them? Go to the State Administration immediately!"

Wang Fuzhi said.

Li Zhi's death cannot be said because of their rebellious and disobedient words. The former was the persecution of the Donglin Party to safeguard its ideological orthodoxy. After all, when Li Zhi wrote those remarks, even the top scholars like Jiao Hong stood up for him. Behind Li Zhi, there were a lot of civil servants who were not the Donglin Party, who wanted to use this academic star to deal with the Donglin Party. To put it bluntly, he was a victim of the party struggles in the late Wanli period.

The latter is purely because of illegal association.

"Your guest, you can't see anyone when you go there."

The coachman said.

"Why?"

Wang Fuzhi asked.

"They submitted an application in the Five City Military and Ma Si. They would carry the coffin to the Marquis of Huaiyuan to ask for an explanation. If Marquis of Huaiyuan does not give them a satisfactory reply, they would go to beat the drum to petition the supervisor and ask the supervisor to make decisions for them. At this time, they would probably have gone to block the Marquis of Huaiyuan."

The coachman said.

"Well?!"
Chapter completed!