A horse-drawn carriage was parked in front of the Angola Mansion.

On the side of the carriage stood an old man wearing a flat turban and a gray-blue robe, his cheeks were thin but tough, and the gray and white goatee was also extremely neatly trimmed.

The old man carried his hands behind his back, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he seemed to have something on his mind.

"Is it Song Lao?" Liu Hong gradually learned that Song Yingxing was coming, and regardless of his physical exhaustion, he even trotted from the middle hall.

"Contemptible Song Yingxing, I've seen the Marquis of Anguo!" Song Yingxing bowed down and saluted, although he is already a grass farmer, he has a reputation for being a person.

"Elder Song doesn't have to be polite, I am going to summon you here, and I hope Elder Song will bear with me!" Liu Hong gradually smiled.

"Hou Ye summoned me, Song should have obeyed the order, but everything at home is cumbersome, so I hope Hou Ye will forgive me!" Song Yingxing is also polite.

The Chinese are like this, even if they know what is going on in their hearts, but they just don't know what to say.

"Where is it, Song Lao has been working hard all the way! Ben Hou has just ordered the kitchen to prepare wine and food for Song Lao to catch the wind and wash the dust!

Song Lao, please! Liu Hong gradually stretched out his hand and motioned for Uncle Song to go first, looking like a corporal of Lixian.

"I don't know what happened when the Hou Ye summoned him? Is it for that thing called a steam engine? Liu Hongjian didn't say anything until he walked to the middle hall, and Song Yingxing's heart was itching all the time.

Originally, he was still a little apprehensive when he came this time, he had just resigned and retired last year, so he had naturally heard of An Guohou's name.

But Liu Hongji's reputation in the south was not very good.

It stands to reason that Liu Hong gradually quelled the turmoil in Liaodong, Shanxi, and Shaanxi by thunderbolt means, and reconnected the nine sides into a line, which should be a fortunate thing for the Ming Dynasty.

But because of this, although the turmoil in the north was temporarily calmed down, the trade routes leading to the border fortress were also gradually cut off by Liu Hong.

Not only that, Liu Hongjian also uprooted all the merchants in the two places, which is simply slapping their scholars in the face!

Cutting off people's financial means not giving people a way to live, so the southern scholars all launched a public opinion offensive, rendering An Guohou a murderous star without blinking.

And Song Yingxing has also heard a little about this, although he knows that those former colleagues are a little exaggerated, but at least he should be a strong-looking and rough general.

But now An Guohou is not only not a rude person, but is still very young, not only young and has no official standing, but also speaks very well.

But he knew that this was not his home, and he didn't come here to be powerful, but because of those drawings, the thing called the steam engine.

He has lived for most of his life, and he has already eaten the workers and peasants of the Ming Dynasty, but he has never seen such a thing called a steam engine.

Originally, he thought that this was a trap and a trick to fool people, but he looked at the drawings from principle to practice, and after the successful development of this thing, it can not only be used for chariots and horses, but also for ships.

But before he could carefully study and taste, he was snatched away by the rude Jinyiwei, which made Song Yingxing anxious, no matter how he pleaded, let him take a few more glances at the drawings, Jinyiwei's people just wouldn't give it to him.

It was for the sake of scientific research that he came here from Jiangxi alone.

"No, no, no, Old Song, this is not just for the steam engine.

I heard that Song Lao wrote a book called "Heavenly Creation", I don't know if there is such a thing? Liu Hong gradually shut up about the steam engine, after all, that thing is too complicated and distant, even the uncle in front of him is estimated to have to study it for a few years.

"Does Master Hou still know about this book?" Song Yingxing was shocked!

"Heavenly Creations" took him decades of hard work, thinking that it could benefit the Ming Dynasty, but he took the manuscript and looked for printing workshops to print it but was repeatedly rejected.

The answers of the businessmen are all unanimous, there is no market!

Whether it is agriculture or handicrafts, it is the work of the poor, who can't even read big characters, can't eat the poor, and how can they have spare money to buy books?

What's more, due to the shackles of the Ming household registration system, the inheritance of craftsmen is passed down from father to son, carpenters only work as carpenters for life, blacksmiths only make iron for life, and farmers farm for a lifetime.

Do you still need to teach this?

As a last resort, the old Song Tou sold part of his ancestral business, and printed hundreds of copies of his own silver, but no one cared about it, and now the pile of things has been piled up in the ancestral house of his hometown for several years, and they are almost moldy.

A Hou Ye who went to the battlefield to kill Tartars actually heard of his book, how could he not surprise Song Yingxing?

"Of course Song Lao's masterpiece Ben Hou has heard of it, Ben Hou has seen it, it is like thunder, shocking!" Liu Hong is getting better and more obedient, it is a set, he has to leave a good impression on others, after all, there is still a lot of work waiting for Uncle Song to do in the future.

"Haha, Hou Ye praised it falsely, I don't know if Hou Ye is interested in the first part of the clumsy work, or the middle part, or the next part?" Song Yingxing's eyes lit up when he was praised, as if he had found a confidant.

It's no wonder that he is so excited, "Heavenly Creation" almost took his life's work.

The first part alone covers farming, the cultivation of grain crops, the processing of clothing raw materials, the dyeing of plants, the processing of grains, the production and processing of salt, how to grow sugar cane and extract sucrose, how to keep bees and extract honey......

The middle part belongs to the category of engineering according to later generations, pottery, smelting and casting, boat and car, hammer forging, burnt stone, plaster, and finishing......

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It took him a lot of energy to experiment, to collect evidence, and even to steal honey from several mountains in order to taste the difference between the honey of various bees.

When is it not the skin and face that has been stung and swollen?

There are all kinds of suffering, and it is not enough for outsiders!

He didn't feel bitter about paying so much, after all, it was all for scientific research, but in the end, the books and periodicals were printed, but no one cared about them, which made Lao Song Tou unbearable.

So much so that the discouraged old Song Tou in the past two years simply put these on the shelf and studied the celestial phenomena and music rhythms......

"Huh? What's the first part and the middle part? "Intentional questioning, unintentional answering, after saying that, Liu Hong gradually regretted it.

He only knows the uncle in front of him, and the book is also a cow fork, but what is written in this book, the ghost knows!!

"Ben Hou just took a cursory look, this book is inclusive, all-encompassing, all-encompassing, all-encompassing, it is because Ben Hou can't bear to be buried, for the sake of the Ming Dynasty, I want to invite Song Lao out of the mountain to seek benefits for my Daming!"

It should be like this, Liu Hong gradually beat the drum in his heart.

"Master Hou praised it falsely, he has been obsessed with it for half his life, and now he knows that this learning is ridiculous, and this is useless in my Ming Dynasty!" As soon as he thought of the moldy books in his ancestral house, Song Yingxing felt a sense of kinship.

No one understands the pain of not being recognized for what they have learned all their lives.

It's like a group of writers sitting in front of a computer in later generations, most of their brain cells are dead, and what they write after months of painstaking work is called garbage-like suffering.

"What Song Lao said is not right!" Liu Hongjian suddenly felt a little sorry for the old man in front of him, such a great scientist, he was still an all-rounder, and he was so mixed.

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