In Zhou Junwu's later memory, the spring of the tenth year of Jinghan in the Wu Dynasty had a very rough time. As soon as his ambitions for the study of things started to rise, he was hit in the head. The research on gunpowder did not make much progress, and it exploded. He never cared much about his father banning him from the palace and not going out. A group of teachers chirped Master all day. What a humble artisan's way of examining things, but a humble knowledge of ingenious and lewd skills. Grandpa the concubine didn't stand on his side this time. A sister who is realistic and fantasy is even more unlikely to become an ally with his country.
The thirteen-year-old little prince found the direction he wanted to fight for the first time in his life, and was mercilessly poured cold water on him by the world around him, which was a huge blow to him.
It's so tiring, I feel like I won't love anymore...
Of course, the troubles of the young Junwu did not last long. The influence of this spring on him was too great for the rest of his life. At the end of the spring, when Master came back from Hangzhou, he could not go out to visit due to the grounds, but not long afterward, probably around mid-March, Master came to the palace once, although he did not meet and discuss with his father in detail. However, due to the relationship with the concubine's grandfather, he was allowed to go out temporarily, and the foot restraint order was lifted.
Among the literati at this time, the title of the teacher was actually quite particular. Most of the professors of Zhou Junwu's studies in the palace are the great scholars in Jiangning area, but on Zhou Junwu's side, these people are still regarded as teachers. And for Ning Yi, he called him Master after he fell in love with Physics. There is a big difference between the two. Although Ning Yi has not been in Jiangning for a long time, this kind of title will not be talked about at any time. But the differences show up in the smallest details.
These guests in the palace are all people with status and status, and there is nothing to say about being under Kang Xian. But Ning Yi is only a young man in his early twenties, even if he has an amazing talent for quick thinking. To be able to win the name of Jiangning's number one talent, it is only on the poetry trail. To be honest, no one will think that he is inferior to Ning Yi.
because of this. At the beginning of last year, Zhang Rui and Li Tong, two guest ministers in the palace, approached Ning Yi. That time, the assassin happened to assassinate Qin Siyuan, Ning Yi's hot hand startled the two, and the two died. However, after Ning Yi left Jiangning, the little prince became more and more fond of the art of craftsmen, and all kinds of resentment among the guests of the palace swelled up again. Every time when he gave lectures, he persuaded the little prince to rein in his horse and read the way of the sages. But where is Zhou Junwu willing to listen.
Of course, the little prince has a good temper after all. In front of the teacher, he nodded his head to be taught, turned his head and went back to his own business. What he respects is only the identity of the teacher, but not the other person himself. A group of teachers have also advised Kang Wang, but Zhou Yong has been a wealthy and idle king all his life, and he knows that even if his son learns like Kang Xian, it is meaningless. If his knowledge is really high, he wants to do something big. However, there is no way to serve the country, but you will feel depressed, so you don't care. If it weren't for the gunpowder incident, he would be happy with his son's vulgar and boring bad tastes, which is better than having big ambitions like his daughter.
When Ning Yi came back this time, due to some changes on Zhou Pei and Junwu's side, a cadre of guests in the palace also got wind of it. They discussed that when Ning Yi came to the door, they would have a test of scripture knowledge with him. The little prince can see clearly the unreliability of this young man. Of course, it's impossible for everyone to really look down on Ning Yi, but even though Ning Yi is a martial artist, he killed assassins on the street at the beginning, and he has come back in Hangzhou at this time. Personal martial arts are still in the eyes of these scholars. Just a trail. It is not a big problem for a group of middle-aged and elderly scholars to be confident that they will turn Ning Yi on the poetry and scriptures.
They were well prepared for this. After Zhou Junwu heard it, he was quite looking forward to it, but after accepting Zhou Pei's entrustment, Ning Yi just called Junwu out of the door through Kang Xian, and a group of guest officials went to war. No chance to post. In the next few days, the master and apprentice wandered around Jiangning City for a few laps, and Zhou Pei also took the opportunity to go out and follow him around. She originally expected Ning Yi to convince Jun Wu to stop doing those dangerous things, but Ning Yi led Jun Wu to go around, but they were all places such as wharfs and workshops, talking to him about waterwheels and looms. Development, the ingenious and ingenious ideas of various machines, etc., etc., etc... Ning Yi told Jun Wu about this in the past, but now it is just more detailed.
After walking like this for three days, when Zhou Pei took the siblings back in the evening, after entering the palace, Zhou Pei sneaked out, dragged Ning Yi to the alley next to the palace and started complaining, "Sir promised me to keep Jun Wu away from those dangers. Things are moving forward, why are you telling him this now..."
Ning Yi laughed: "Of course I have my intentions."
"However, sir, this will only make Jun Wu more interested in things about the study of physics. Maybe in a few days he will start making gunpowder again. How can you do this, sir, if Jun Wu..."
The girl was anxious, frowning with a sullen face, and said a great deal. Although her usual temperament is still elegant and graceful, it seems that at this time, if you only talk about the image of a girl, her head is a bit big and her chin is pointed. The body is a little thin, like a little hen trying to talk to itself. Ning Yi tilted his head and looked at her for a long time, snapped a finger on her forehead, the girl was stunned, blinked and then stopped talking.
"I have a way, the county owner can just watch it, don't question the professionals."
Ning Yi waved his hand and turned around and walked out of the alley. In fact, unlike Jun Wu's obedience, Zhou Pei was not absolutely convinced of Ning Yi in the past. Of course, this is only on the surface. The small county master is a very assertive person. Even if he has recognized Ning Yi's skills in his heart, he will always say what he should say, ask, and question at the first time. Ning Yi In fact, I appreciate such an attitude, because the superiors cannot rely on teachers only, and the small county master is better than Jun Wu in this regard.
Of course, in the past, if Zhou Peila didn't look ashamed, he would become a mess. Ning Yi would also rudely pat her on the head with something. But at that time, Zhou Pei was still a loli and hadn't seen each other for a year. At this time, the temperament of a girl is mostly, and this action seems a bit ambiguous. Zhou Pei blushed for a while in the alley. Finally stomped back. Over the past year, she has stopped her studies, and she is facing more pressure from marriage at home. Although she has been procrastinating, all kinds of pre-marital education have become the main daily homework. Fang held his chin and thought for a while.
It rained lightly the next day. Ning Yi, Jun Wu and Zhou Pei sat in Yilanju all morning. He picked a position by the window, brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and asked Jun Wu to explain some of his ideas and thoughts while listening to the sound of rain. The maid and entourage took their seats idly around, and Zhou Pei wore a veil very ladylike. While nibbling on pastries under the veil, he turned his eyes to peek at other places. The decoration of Yilanju is actually similar to the tea restaurant of later generations. Each location is separated by screens, flowers and plants. The field of vision is not wide, but there is a kind of pleasure of peeping at others, the sound of silk and bamboo music. When it came, there was a feeling of a large group of people visiting the garden, which combined elegance and tackiness well.
"...Actually, if you want to fly to the sky, you can have several ideas. Let's start with the things we already have, and divide them into three types: kites, two kicks, Kongming lanterns, we can draw them all..."
Ning Yi and her younger brother writing and drawing alongside her is naturally what she cares about most. They were there talking about how to fly to the sky—Zhou Pei was a little helpless about this. She knew that what she was looking forward to most after learning about martial arts was to fly to the sky one day, but her own little brother’s imagination is enough. Today, Ning Yi, who was a teacher, also discussed with her younger brother in a serious manner, and she felt a little out of place in her heart.
But the development of the situation was quite strange. It was raining outside, and there were faint singing in the restaurant. Mr. Ning actually drew a lot of things there. One after another, the possibility of the structure flying into the sky from the structure and principle... Flying? Where can there be such a possibility, it is not a fairy. However, under Ning Yi's detailed and plain description, Zhou Pei felt that it was really possible to fly after seeing the graphics.
Most likely, it is naturally a large Kongming lantern with a basket hanging on it, and the other thing with two pairs of wings is more complicated, but it evolved from a kite, and Zhou Pei can actually understand some of the basic principles. , If large and small kites can fly into the sky, this... is it possible
Such thoughts only flickered through her mind a little, and the thing that depresses her the most is that after listening to this, my younger brother will probably become more fascinated by the science of physics and become a craftsman. This Ning Liheng... Mr. Ning... is not trustworthy!
Then, she heard Ning Yi start to say something else to Jun Wu.
"...In the past few days, I will take you to see the loom, the hanging wheel on the dock, the waterwheel, and the printing. These things have been developing. The loom now has more than 1,600 parts, which is more efficient than Two hundred years ago, it has increased by more than five times. Compared with the most primitive looms a thousand years ago, the development is more than ten times. The waterwheel has developed two to three times, and it is more durable. Now, the engraving has become better and better, and the masters have become more and more skilled. Today's movable type still has big problems, but of course there is room for development, as long as you can find more durable movable type materials, when will you be able to find it, if It should only be a matter of time if this goes on…”
Zhou Pei pouted behind the veil, and Jun Wu nodded desperately. Ning Yi smiled: "But... for more than two hundred years, do you know how many people have been doing this?"
He paused: "There are at least hundreds of thousands of people in the Jiangnan area who depend on the weaving industry. Over the past two hundred years, there have been many generations. Everyone relies on weaving to make a living. To make money, after the establishment of the workshop, a large family like the Su family will at least keep a few craftsmen who help improve the loom. Over the years, with so many people, the efficiency has increased fivefold, and some people have only improved slightly in their lives. One of the small parts…”
When Jun Wu frowned in confusion, Ning Yi sighed: "Actually, those who really study and improve looms are all stupid people, really smart people, as long as they have some skills, they all go to study. After all, everything is inferior. , Only those who are highly educated and have the opportunity to study, who would want to be a craftsman. But even those who devote themselves to this industry are stupid, let's assume there are a thousand... Jun Wu, do you think that you are more powerful than a thousand people? ?"
Jun Wu hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.
"You used to be young, but now you're thirteen, even if you can't start a family, you can start to make up your mind. I can really tell you about these things." Ning Yi put a piece of paper with a hot air balloon next to him and placed it in front of Zhou Junwu. "This is the simplest solution we have decided now. There are several problems that you have to solve. What kind of ropes to use, what kind of fuel to use, and how to control the size of the fire in the most stable way. The fire must be big enough, But the material used for burning should not be too heavy. The fabric used for the upper part of the hot air balloon must be able to seal, resist the heat of the fire, and cannot be broken. Once broken, even if it is a small hole, the person on it will It's all dead. Any of these things need the help of other industries. Just to make this kind of useful fabric, you may have to work in the weaving industry for a lifetime. And the ropes used on it, you know, just The weaving method of the hemp rope used for the hoisting wheel on the pier is related to the efficiency of the hoisting wheel, and it is very particular... This hot air balloon can't control the direction of flight, can you do it alone, in a lifetime?"
"Then... what should I do..." Jun Wu's face was already wrinkled. Zhou Pei was stunned for a while, looked at Ning Yi and blinked, she had already vaguely guessed what Ning Yi was going to say.
Ning Yi tilted his head and looked at the child in front of him with a somewhat demagogic smile: "You are still young, at first you liked these things, you just thought it was interesting, but there is no way you can do it smoothly without always being happy all the time. It's done. What I'm going to tell you next, you can think about it in a few years, because I may be going to the capital, and I don't have time to teach you this..."
"Your sister has always hoped that you will become a big man in the future, set up your mind for the world and create peace for the world, but it is impossible. Although you are young, you actually know this, and His Royal Highness Kang also understands it, so he never cares about you. You can do it in the future, the art of craftsmanship is not a problem at all, you can have money and power in the future, you can win over a large number of smart people, you can make them do all kinds of things with purpose, as long as If you can grasp the overall situation and grasp the direction, the time to get these things out can be shortened tenfold and a hundredfold. Then first of all, you have to learn to be a smart prince and learn how to make more people do the same as you. You are very smart. If you are really interested, there are many people in the palace who can teach you about this... "
When Ning Yi said that he was going to the capital, he seemed to have a sense of solemnity, and almost at that time, Xiao Junwu made the decision with high spirits. And in the months or even years after that, something like a sense of mission gradually built up in his heart with one thing after another: some things, maybe even Master can't do, but he can be done.
This is another story. At that time, Zhou Pei, the small county master on the side, admired the other party's bright tongue even more. This day was regarded as a temporary solution to Zhou Junwu’s affairs. When I returned to Su’s house in the afternoon, I heard Xing’er say that there were several Confucian scholars who came to visit together in the morning. They were all well-known literati in Jiangning. One of them was It was the guest minister of the palace. They invited Ning Yi to attend a literary meeting two days later. However, this literary meeting is different from the poetry gatherings where young people try to make their mark. The participants are all Confucian scholars with profound knowledge, who talk about poetry, write articles, and narrate current affairs. Several people waited for Ning Yi for half a morning, and when they saw that he was not there, they left the invitation.
"Don't go."
Ning Yi glanced at the invitation and saw that there were no words like "you must come or you will kill your whole family", so he threw it aside and left it behind. (...)
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