Author: sole red

Near the end of the year, a big event happened outside the palace: the wired telegraph line linking the Jin Palace in Taiyuan and the Imperial Palace in Beijing was about to be connected.

In order to give his father a New Year's gift, Li Zhao planned to send the first wired telegram to the capital on New Year's Day.

At the same time, lines linking Shanxi Town and Taiyuan Prefecture, as well as from the capital to Daning Dusi and Liaodong Dusi, were also being constructed simultaneously.

Guarding eunuchs across the country received imperial edicts to build local telegraph stations.

Although most people don’t understand what a telegraph is and what a telegraph station is used for, it is said in the imperial edict that the telegraph station will be built next to the inn. What kind of concrete building does it need to be built like?

The drawings are attached to the imperial edict.

Seeing Li Zhao holding the drawings of the second phase of the telegraph project in his legs for study, Song Qingyue said with envy: "My father is really the same as before, so impatient... He remembers seeing the old man cracking a table with one palm of his hand.

Well, why do you look like you’re too late to do anything!”

Li Zhao shook his head with a smile, pulled Song Qingyue on his lap, kissed her cheek, and muttered: "We didn't have much control that year, why was my belly so quiet? I don't know about Wanshou Day next year.

Before, I didn’t have time to tell my father the good news.”

"Hiss!" Song Qingyue gave him a red eye in disgust, "I'm talking about business, I'm thinking about all kinds of nonsense!"

Li Zhao pressed his forehead against hers and smiled deeply, his eyes as if he could drown someone in them.

"I said, that year when I went to Lusu, I never had time to rest." He put the drawings on his legs to the east, wrapped his arms tightly around the woman in his arms, and put Dongba on her shoulders and said, "

It’s the Chinese New Year, so let’s not talk about business.”

Song Qingyue snorted: "If you don't talk about business, what are you talking about?"

"Talk... talk about love and talk about ruthlessness!"

puff!

Song Qingyue burst into laughter, and her body started to cough.

Li Zhao tilted his head and kissed her cheek: "I said that my father always acted like he was too late to do anything, and so was I. We all disagreed. Next year, don't whip yourself like a spinning top with a whip.

Um?"

"Okay! Let's all work more slowly next year!"

The two of them hugged each other and enjoyed the little warmth of Dongdong, but they both knew that it was just a matter of words, whether it was true or not, it was really a matter of urgency.

On the New Year's Day of the sixth year of the Apocalypse, the emperor was waiting in the telegraph room before dawn, and even breakfast was consumed in the telegraph room.

But a few months ago, the secret letter sent by Li Zhao clearly stated that signals had only begun to be sent at the beginning of the year!

But the emperor can’t wait a little bit!

He was holding a bowl of bird's nest porridge and walking in front of the disc clockwork clock sent from the arsenal. He stared at the hands closely, looking very stupid.

The Emperor Bu Nao didn't care, he only cared about the telegraph receiver in front of him.

Think about it, the news can be transmitted from thousands of miles away to his legs with almost no time difference. Even if he has misunderstood the principle, he will still feel that it is a miracle from heaven!

Is this an irrefutable proof that God bless Zhou and himself?

That's right, he was the only one who could cause such a miracle to happen.

Is he the real Dragon Emperor?

After dawn, several close ministers came one after another.

Thinking of the bright moon, a telegram will be sent from Taiyuan Prefecture to the capital. Who cares about the Chinese New Year! Everyone is looking forward to witnessing the miracle!

"Song Henqing, Xiao Song, what auspicious New Year!" Before his ministers could greet him, the emperor took the lead in speaking auspicious words to the Song family father and son who came to the door.

Song Jianming and Song Chenxu hurriedly bowed to the east: "Long live your Majesty! Long live your Majesty! I will give you my best wishes for the New Year!"

"No need to be polite! No need to be polite! Get up and go!"

The emperor was not only in a good mood, but also had a glowing face. It was obvious that he had been in a particularly good mood recently.

I personally pulled Song Jianming's sleeve, spread out a map of the Great Zhou Dynasty, pointed to the connected lines on the map, and started talking about next year's construction plan.

Mei Naodu, Lu Zongli, Zhang Guangjian, Eunuch Yang, Fu Chengfeng, Yu Weiliang, Jiang Yuanchao, Shuai Jicheng, Xiao Jinrong, as well as Ning Gongye, Ning Yuan, Xu Gongye, Xu Youzhong and other generals.

Inside, Mr. Ning, Mr. Xu and other military officers and nobles had no idea about wired telegraphy before the bright moon. Everyone knew that the emperor was building a project. He erected more than 20,000 cement poles and dragged a The line of more than 1,300 miles passes through Baoding Prefecture, Zhending Prefecture, Jingxing County, Pingding Prefecture and Shouyang County, linking from the Imperial Palace to the Jin Palace in Taiyuan.

No one knew what the thick rubber-wrapped wire was for. They didn't know what to do. Even the construction team themselves didn't know what they were doing.

Since Diandong had previously built a craft boat that did not use oars or sails, and the new rubber soles were also very comfortable, everyone's acceptance of new gadgets was much higher than before, just like what the eldest prince Diandong had done Good things come as no surprise.

The generals all speculated that the thread should be related to transmitting messages.

But how exactly it delivers the message, no one can guess.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, they were called into the palace early by the emperor and told to shut up. They thought it was because the emperor wanted to show his closeness.

No one expected that they would be asked to show them exactly how that thick and long wire conveyed messages!

Ye Yi's room of only about ten square meters was filled to the brim by a group of grown men. The emperor walked directly in front of the desk casually, picking up the Chinese code book in his lap and flipping through it from time to time.

Ning Hansong looked at the telegraph receiver in front of him with confusion and anxiety on his face.

"Master Song, what do I know?" He whispered into Song Jianming's ear and asked.

Song Jianming put his legs in his sleeves, chuckled, and replied evilly: "Well, Dongguan has never seen him before, just like my father-in-law!"

Hearing that Song Jianming called himself Dongguan, Mr. Ning couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

He was the librarian of the Academy of Sciences and the director of the Royal Printing Factory. In name, he was a ninth-grade sesame official, but he was called into the study by the emperor every three days to shut up!

Who the hell dares to really treat that person as a ninth-grade official?

"Master Song... don't be so humble! Who in the whole Zhou Dynasty is as knowledgeable as you, Master Song?"

Ning Yuan stood aside, silently listening to his father praising Song Jianming in every possible way. Although he felt uncomfortable in his heart, he accepted his fate.

Now he finally understood why Li Zhaohui disapproved of the little girl from the Song family and put his sister in the backyard as a decoration.

That little girl from the Song family is indeed a geek. Let’s just say that in the past year, the new equipment obtained by the army: rubber-soled leather boots, linen backpacks, and aluminum pots, are all excellent things, Dad. I was full of praise for the quality of the new supplies for the imperial court. ("The quality" originally referred to military rations, and later also generally referred to military supplies.)

The request arrived immediately, and when the minute hand of the clock slid towards the number 12, everyone in the room who knew about the telegram had their hearts in their throats.

Song Jianming and Song Chenxu prayed in their hearts that nothing would go wrong in this matter, but what they didn't know was that the most nervous person in the room was the emperor himself!

It took so much effort and a lot of money to set up more than 1,300 miles of wires, but we must not lose track at the critical moment!

That kind of mood is like the director of the Spring Festival Gala. He just wants to show the moment when he creates a miracle in full view of everyone!

After all, Li Zhao did not disgrace his old father. The pointer had just passed 12, and the machine started running on its own.

At this moment, everyone had the same expression. They stared at the machine with wide eyes. Suddenly, without anyone's intervention, the machine started to move.

The paper roll connected to a set of reduction gears rotates slowly, driving a roll of thick red paper to slide forward at a constant speed. At the same time, the electromagnetic head embedded in the carbon black block lights the paper in one direction and the other in the paper.

Long and short traces.

As the paper was running over there, there was already a little supervisor writing a new series of numbers on another piece of paper based on the long and short scratches on the paper. Then there was another little supervisor, opening a book.

The thin booklet converts those digital codes into corresponding Chinese characters.

Ning Hansong and Mr. Xu stared at them dumbfounded the whole time.

It took about five minutes to send the entire telegram, and about ten minutes to convert the code into text.

I wish you a brief New Year's greeting from the King of Jin's Palace. You first identify yourself, and then wish your father good health and a happy new year. He also said that everything is well in Taiyuan, that you and the princess are in good health, and that Li Kun is studying well, and so on.

At first I wrote a letter hoping that my father would reply.

That short telegram contained thirty-eight words.

There are only thirty-eight characters in "Bu Nao". In the past, did we need to send troops to cross mountains and ridges? It would take six or seven days at the fastest to deliver the letter! What's more, it's a freezing winter now!

The roads are icy and the mountains are blocked by heavy snow, making it even more difficult to send a letter!

But with that thread of more than 1,300 miles, the letter reached my legs in just a cup of tea!

The emperor looked at the letter, tears flashed in Gaoxin's eyes, and he said three good words in succession.

It was also the first time for Song Jianming to see him. Although he was shocked, he did not forget to remind the emperor: "Your Majesty, the east side of the main hall is looking forward to your reply!"

"Wrong, wrong, wrong!" The emperor took the note translated by the young foreign eunuch and patted his forehead, "Look at me, I am so happy to patronize you and I really want a reply!"

The emperor immediately ordered Eunuch Wang by mistake: "Wang Lu'en, please reply to my letter quickly and say...the telegram has been received. I am all well!"

"Hey! I'll convert it into a telegraph code, slave."

Ten words, a comma, 44 digits, and 176 signals. The young supervisor who was responsible for translating the telegram had been trained for a whole year and converted it into the telegraph code in less than five minutes. The other young man who sent the telegram

The foreign supervisor used the help of the small foreign supervisor in charge of translating to knock the signal into the telegraph sending machine.

It was sent out in less than two minutes.

Only then did everyone present know whether the signal was sent out like that!

After two cups of tea, the receiver started working again.

The news that came from Taiyuan that time was: "Received a reply, Li Kun sent New Year greetings to Grandpa Huang!"

Because the word "kun" was not included in the two thousand words, "kun" was used instead. The emperor didn't mind after reading the letter.
To be continued...