People rushed to discuss the imperial list and spread its praises widely. Countless craftsmen were eager to try and picked up their "special skills" one after another and flocked to the capital. Some people in the streets and alleys complained about this commercial tax, and some people complained about this business tax.
The Longtian policy was praised without hesitation. Reading between the lines not only made some people see hope, but also made some people change their previous ideas and start to get in touch with "new learning".
In the alleys and alleys, there are no longer just the cries of birds reciting the Analects of Confucius, but also some multiplication tables and hydrogen helium lithium beryllium boron... Although I know a little about it, even if the free school cannot accommodate so many children,
They can be allowed to listen to classes outside the wall without anyone driving them away...
The people of Daliang... are gradually changing...
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Nowadays, most of Yingxian Academy is basically empty. It is not that all these craftsmen have gone away, but Yan Bing has placed them in schools of all sizes, and has become a "part-time" teacher. He does not force or force, and likes to teach.
Those who hammer iron can go back to Yingxian Academy at any time, and those who fall in love with teaching can also review the past and learn new things in the school, making their own preparations before spring comes.
This move also means that the skills of firecrackers and artillery are no longer so important. At this time, Yan Bing, after bidding farewell to his fellow Feixia sect members, took his master and four wives to go there.
On the way to Jinan.
The first 5.8mm steel bullet assembly line is waiting for her to come to the scene and cut the ribbon...
Yes, with the advent of electricity and steam engines, lamination, extension processing, punching, core and warhead pressing can all be carried out on a mechanical assembly line. The only thing that still requires the intervention of workers is the bullet.
The most minute details, the flash cap and the sealing paint...
The silence and accumulation of the previous two years all exploded at this moment!
The Mosin Nagant, a bolt-action rifle that truly has rifling, had already built a prototype a year ago. It is only waiting for the number of bullets and guns to accumulate to a certain amount before it can be distributed and installed in the army!
Due to factors such as manganese, nickel, chromium, platinum and other mineral deposits that are not yet available, it is still impossible to manufacture modern artillery that can withstand huge chamber pressures, so it has to be temporarily shelved, waiting for further development and development. The outstanding young students in Yingxian Academy
, was also sent to the Jinan Arsenal by Yan Bing.
The R&D team formed by these talented young people completely broke away from Yan Bing's support and opened up a virtuous circle and a path of independent research and development. They have a clear division of labor. Some are responsible for exploring the mineral deposits left to them by Yan Bing, while others follow the instructions.
Yan Bing's drawings begin
The research on internal combustion engine technology and the technology and equipment required for oil mining have also been updated one after another in the discussions and quarrels of this group of young people. They looked at each other with admiration for three days. This refers to this group of people who are tireless and constantly working hard.
Aspiring young people absorbing all kinds of new knowledge...
Everything is moving towards the right track, everything is within Yan Bing's expectation, and all she can do now is to rely on her own rights and nearly unlimited money to help them overcome obstacles and move forward!
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at the same time
on the other side of the earth
The flames of war are attacking a huge city that countless Europeans yearn for, Amsterdam...
In the night, bursts of artillery fire lit up the dark night. In the capital of the Netherlands, countless Dutch soldiers lined up in neat lines, patrolling back and forth on the Parliament Square. From the hysterical roars of the sergeants, it was not difficult to hear that they had already
The opponent was caught off guard, and without organizing a sufficient scale of resistance, the rebels had already broken through several lines of defense.
Moreover, this group of rebels did not follow common sense at all. They had just won a battle during the day and occupied most of the city, including the port. At night, they sent out sporadic squads under the cover of night to continuously harass them.
, and these people seemed to have completely changed since they came back from Asia. They never attacked from the front, but always feinted from the front and suddenly launched cold shots from the side, disrupting the regular army's encirclement and suppression plans one after another.
At this time, people in Amsterdam were in a state of panic, and the most uneasy among them were probably the arrogant members of Parliament. If this group of rebels hadn't always been elusive, making it impossible for them to determine a safe route, they would have been killed.
Someone fled out of the city with their families, and in this dark night, a series of rapid knocks on the door suddenly sounded at the hotel where the King of Chu and his party were staying.
"Oh! Lord!! For the sake of God!! Open the door quickly!! I want to see Mr. Wang Tongyi!! I have something urgent to see him!! Hurry up!! Hurry!!"
In Europe in the 17th century, there were no large-scale hotels of that kind. Most of the houses were simply renovated and then rented out to tenants by the owners to make a profit, much like today's B&Bs.
So amidst the unbearable knocking on the door, the homeowner quickly put on his coat, picked up a musket and went to the door, shouting: "It's dark! Man!! We are closed now!!"
And it’s so chaotic outside now, I can’t possibly open the door!! You should leave quickly!! Be careful, I’ll call the guards!”
"I'm not a rebel!! I'm not a rebel!! I'm Congressman Jason Parro!! Look!! Look, this is my Congressman's Medal!! Look!!" The shouts outside the door became louder and louder.
Anxiously, accompanied by the strange sound of metal hitting the glass, the shopkeeper carefully opened the curtain with the barrel of a gun and looked over.www.八一zw.????m
The glittering member's badge shines under the reflection of the oil lamp, and behind the badge is an old and panic-stricken face...
"There are only three of us!! And two of them are ladies!! One is my wife! One is my servant!! We don't bring any weapons!! If you don't believe it, you can open the curtains and take a look!! Look!!
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As Jason Parro spoke, he lifted up his coat, walked around the door twice, then clasped his hands together in a pleading manner, came to the window again, and begged in a low voice: "Please, even if you don't
Open the door, you can also invite Mr. Wang Tongyi down, he knows me!! I am not a rebel!!"
"What's wrong...what happened, dear!" The hostess was also awakened by the shouting outside the door. She put on some clothes and walked over. She looked at her man with a worried look on her face, and the man looked at her again.
He glanced out the window, lowered the curtains again, turned around and whispered to his wife: "Go and ask Mr. Wang to come down and see if he is his friend. I will guard here with a gun. Go quickly."
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"No need! I heard such a big noise upstairs. Mr. Geer, Mrs. Geer, I'm sorry to disturb your dreams. I recognize his voice. Please let him in..." King Chu
He slowly walked down the stairs, and behind him, there were four guards.
"So...the person outside the door is really a congressman??"
"Yes, Mr. Geer, at least... he is still a member of parliament now..." King Chu's mouth slightly raised, making a joke.
But the male host was not in the mood to joke. Whether it was members of parliament or rebels, he, as an ordinary citizen, could not afford to offend him. He quickly opened the door, took off his nightcap, exposed his bare head, and bowed in greeting.
: "Sorry, Congressman, I am also considering my safety..."
But Jason Parro, who rushed through the door, couldn't care less about this. He patted the other party on the shoulder, said shakily, "It's not your fault," and rushed towards King Chu, giving him a bear hug...
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"Oh! God! I'm so happy to see you! Friend! You are here!! I believe that our family can at least survive..."
