The first Jiangzhou Conference concluded successfully.
In addition to discussing some political, economic, and military development directions, a small Jiangzhou group with Song Yang as the core was also established.
Although no one said it clearly, they clearly knew that the Jiangzhou clique was established.
Going to go it alone.
At the same time, in addition to the reconstruction and recovery of the region, the goals in the following period will also include the task of external expansion.
To complete this mission, the first priority is to have available soldiers.
After the meeting, the adults waited for another day.
Because Tong Qianmei wants to compile the meeting minutes.
During the lunch recess, talk about it carefully and let the adults record it themselves.
But in the excitement of talking at the meeting, I forgot what I had recorded.
Tired girl Tong Qian has been busy for another day organizing the content.
Although she is literate, she does not know how to do this type of work.
The reason why it took a day was because Song Yang gave guidance.
"Your Majesty knows so much!"
"What's this...meeting about?"
"Minutes of the meeting!"
"Yes, yes. The minutes of the meeting! They have been compiled according to the prince's method. They look clear and understandable!"
"Your Majesty, where did you learn these methods?"
Tong Qian was very curious. The palace's private schools did not teach these things, and the palace had not heard of any gentleman who knew how to organize documents in this way.
Tong Qian was educated and even accompanied Song Yang as a book boy in the palace for a few days.
He knew that when the gentlemen in the palace taught something, they would like to break one sentence into a hundred sentences.
The Master said, "Let's talk for an hour and then talk about the essence of a sentence..."
"This king calls it self-taught without a teacher!"
"Then... why don't you, this slave, teach yourself without a teacher?"
"This... everyone's direction of understanding is different!"
"For example, Xiaoqian, your piano, ses, and shengxiao are very good."
"Come on, I just finished sorting it out. Please play a song for me."
"I don't!"
"oops!"
"Uh-huh..."
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Early the next morning, the adults left one after another with a copy of the meeting minutes and a new version of the map.
In the end, only Qiao Jinglong stayed temporarily.
He is waiting for Ma to finish.
It was the classmate who once worked in the Water Transport Yamen and was now appointed as the water transport manager in a critical situation.
As soon as the meeting ended yesterday, Qiao Jinglong sent someone to deliver a message to Ma Cheng, asking him to come and see the prince today.
We can't all be water transport managers, and we haven't even met the boss.
It was almost noon when Ma Cheng finally arrived.
This man looks to be in his forties, and is said to be the same age as Qiao Jinglong.
Although his name contains the character for horse, he cannot ride a horse.
He came over in a carriage, but the official road was full of potholes due to the earthquake and it was difficult to walk on it.
We went out before dawn and didn't arrive until noon.
"Hey, old horse! You came just in time, just in time for the meal!"
Qiao Jinglong went to pick up Ma Cheng from outside the camp, and they started joking as soon as they met.
"Alas! This broken road is going to knock me out!" Ma Cheng smiled bitterly.
"Let's go, let's take me to see the prince." Ma Cheng stretched his muscles a little and urged Qiao Jinglong to lead the way.
Song Yang was busy writing and drawing at his desk in the morning, and it was already noon.
Just as he was about to ask Tong Qian what to prepare for lunch, Qiao Jinglong came with Ma Cheng.
Only then did Song Yang remember that he had sealed off the water transport manager yesterday.
"Your Majesty, Ma Cheng, comes to see you, Your Majesty! Your Majesty is a thousand years old!" Ma Cheng bowed politely.
"Get up quickly. You don't have to do so many complicated things in the future. Special treatment will be given in special times." Song Yang waved his hand impatiently.
"Master Qiao, please talk to you about the establishment of a water transport fleet."
After asking Ma Cheng and Qiao Jinglong to sit down, Song Yang asked.
This was the first time for Ma Cheng to meet Song Yang, and he was not used to being on an equal footing with the prince.
As soon as he sat down, he stood up to answer.
"Lao Ma, sit down. There is no need to be polite in private." Qiao Jinglong pulled him and whispered.
Ma Cheng looked at Song Yangchen's face and sat back honestly.
"When discussing things, talk directly and don't engage in such empty talk." Song Yang emphasized.
"Yes. I understand." Ma Cheng nodded.
"Your Majesty, Mr. Qiao mentioned some of them in his letter yesterday, and I just chatted with him a little bit more."
Song Yang nodded and continued: "Then tell me what you think about the water transport fleet. My requirement is that it must be able to transport cargo and have certain combat capabilities."
Ma Cheng said confidently: "The prince's request will be fulfilled by my subordinates."
"Your Majesty, according to the situation of the ships we have now, it is more than enough to form a fleet."
After the meeting yesterday, Qiao Jinglong asked Fang Zhe and all the adults about the current situation of ships in various places.
I went to pick up Ma Cheng in advance just now, just to have a clear understanding with him, because I was afraid that Ma Cheng wouldn't be able to tell anything when Song Yang asked.
After listening to the existing information, Ma Cheng immediately became confident.
There are now nearly a hundred ships of various sizes in various counties in Jiangzhou Prefecture.
Excluding small fishing boats, there are forty-one medium and large vessels.
It includes thirty-four transport ships, including twenty-one tank ships, four sand ships, six building ships, and three horse ships.
There are seven more warships!
Among them were three stern boats, two black stern boats, and two wheel boats.
Ma Cheng talked about these ships as treasures, but Qiao Jinglong only told him once and he remembered them all.
"Your Majesty, we have so many ships, we can form a powerful navy!"
"we……"
Ma Chengzheng was talking happily, but Song Yang suddenly interrupted him and asked:
"Wait a minute! What kind of ship did you just say you had?"
"Wheels and boats?"
"Ship?"
Song Yang stared at Ma Chengdao.
"Uh, that's right. Didn't you say that Master Liu Huairen has two fifteen-wheel ships?" Ma Cheng turned to look at Qiao Jinglong.
Song Yang also immediately cast a questioning look.
"Yes... that's right. That's what Mr. Liu said. There are two boats. My lord, is there anything wrong?"
Qiao Jinglong scratched his head, wondering why Song Yang asked about this.
"Come here! Ask Liu Huairen to bring those two wheels and boats back to me right away!" Song Yang shouted toward the door with his neck pulled up, his expression a little excited.
"Your Majesty? What kind of ship? Will it come back?" Wang Dabiao poked his head in and asked.
"Send the fast boat to Duchang and ask him to bring the wheels and boats over." Song Yang emphasized seriously.
"Yes! Take your orders!" Wang Dabiao cupped his fists and immediately turned around to make arrangements.
Liu Huairen was on his way by boat in the morning. Fucheng transported a batch of grain and grass to De'an, so he happened to make a round trip to Duchang to see him back.
Now let the clippers chase, and they should be able to catch up with the cannon halfway.
"Old Ma! Are the wheel boats you mentioned driven by wheels?"
"Is this the way the wheels push the water?"
"Someone inside the boat turning the drive shaft?"
Song Yang asked three questions in a row, describing them with words and gestures.
Ma Cheng understood what Song Yang meant and nodded without knowing why:
"Yes. It's this kind of ship. Prince, what's wrong with you?"