Ming Zuo

Chapter 596 Zhang Pu's Ambition

"Uncle Zuo, why don't you come and help us? Otherwise, the steam engine would have been produced long ago."

The problem that had plagued the steam engine team for a long time was solved by Zuo Menggeng in a few words, which gave Li Meizhi other ideas.

Zuo Menggeng burst into laughter.

"I still have a lot of things to do, so I can't help you."

He is the leader.

The steam engine is important, but his energy must serve the overall situation.

Besides, all he knew about the steam engine was the minutiae.

If he was really asked to work on a steam engine, his eyes would turn black.

"Don't worry, don't rush forward, take it slowly step by step. I can afford to wait, and everyone can afford to wait."

Zuo Menggeng said such comforting words.

He was afraid that children like Qin Luo and Li Meizhi would rush forward and not only fail to get the steam engine out, but cause an accident instead.

The steam engine is certainly important in the long river of human industrial development, but for Shandong at this time, it is not so urgent.

"The administrative committee has invested the most money into our team, and it has also provided a lot of convenience. If we can't produce anything, it will cause people to gossip."

Apparently, someone has already gonessip.

Otherwise, Li Meizhi would not be in such a mood.

There are a lot of research going on in the Academy of Sciences, all of which require a lot of money and resources.

Among them, Qin Luo and Li Meizhi's steam engine team had the largest share.

But they have been tinkering for many years, but they haven't even seen any effect, which will naturally make other people dissatisfied.

However, the steam engine project was personally instructed by Zuo Menggeng, and it was mandatory to continue to invest. Although the administrative committee knew little about steam engines, it still invested a lot of resources.

"There is a famous poem by Gao Ming in the Yuan Dynasty, do you know it?"

Seeing Li Meizhi shaking her head, Zuo Menggeng read to her.

"Ten years of cold window, no one asks, once you become famous, the world knows."

Zuo Menggeng said solemnly: "Now, I give this poem to you. Don't care about the wind and rain in front of you. The scenery ahead of you is more beautiful. Remember, when you succeed, you will be remembered by history. Will stand shoulder to shoulder with Lao Tzu, Confucius, Mencius and all other sages."

A torrent made Li Meizhi and Zuo Fu beside him all look wonderful.

None of them expected that Zuo Menggeng would speak so highly of the steam engine.

"Commander, is the steam engine really that important?"

After Li Meizhi left, Zuo Fu couldn't help but ask.

Zuo Menggeng nodded.

"Our current machinery is driven by water power. But the water is sometimes abundant and sometimes dry, and the power provided is very unstable. But the steam engine does not. As long as coal is added for combustion, as long as the machine is not broken, it can run forever Think about it, if the looms are running day and night, how much more cotton will be spun? Ships on the sea cancel the sails, but are driven by steam engines. Does it mean that you don’t have to care about the direction of the wind and go wherever you want? The surging steam engine Power, can it make the ship bigger? Can it hold more cargo? Can it hold more artillery? Can the ship even be made of steel, is it stronger? If this is done, we will be in this world, Are there any opponents?"

Zuo Fu was relieved to hear that, and finally understood why Zuo Menggeng attached so much importance to the steam engine team.

He was still imagining the spectacular scene of the steam engine booming in the world, Zuo Menggeng's attention had already shifted to other aspects.

"What is the reaction of the whole world to the matter of the Kong family?"

Zuo Fu came back to his senses and became serious again.

"The impact is huge, it can be described as earth-shattering."

This is a world based on Confucianism.

Confucius is the god in the eyes of the world, and his descendants naturally carry an aura of worship.

Throughout the ages, how many dynasties have changed, how many emperors have been killed, how many royal families have been scattered and dusted?
But what about the Kong family?

Always safe and sound.

This also made the world feel that the Kong family could not move.

However, the Dongjiang rebels informed the world with their atrocities.

The Kong family is nothing special.

Does that mean that Confucius was nothing special?

Confucius has lost his authority, so what about Confucianism?

This is the reason for the panic and anger of the world's scholars.

"Geng Zhongming, Mao Chenglu and others were sent to the capital. It is said that the whole journey was full of people shouting and shouting. If it weren't for the strict security, they would have been beaten to death on the way. They really touched Ni Lin this time. There is no way out."

Speaking of this matter, Zuo Fu was also terrified.Looking carefully at Zuo Menggeng, he was very worried about the consequences if the truth was revealed.

Zuo Menggeng was very calm.

"The Dongjiang rebels are certainly guilty, but I'm afraid we can't stay out of it. If my prediction is correct, the storm is coming soon."

He told Zuo Fu: "Tell people everywhere to keep an eye on it carefully. If there is any trouble, send the news back immediately."

Zuo Fu kept it in his heart, knowing that this was the focus of his work for a period of time to come.

Seeing that Zuo Menggeng was planning to go back, he couldn't help himself.

"Commander, the song you just sang..."

Zuo Menggeng told him: "The song is called "The Motherland Will Never Forget", and I felt emotional for a while, and it came from my heart."

Zuo Fu asked cautiously: "I want to use this song as a training song for the Ministry of Intelligence. Is it possible?"

Zuo Menggeng moved forward steadily, but said: "They are worth it."

Zuo Fu showed joy behind him, and hurriedly followed.

Zuo Menggeng's guess was very accurate.

The matter of the Kong family's extermination has turned into a huge wave.

Especially after Kong Zhenyun, the Xinyan Shenggong canonized by Chongzhen, was driven back, the scholarly community began to surge.

"It's really unreasonable! According to someone, this is Shandong's conspiracy."

Zhang Pu's words were convincing, regardless of whether there was evidence or not, he opened his mouth to target something.

I don't know whether to say that he has a keen sense, or that he has ulterior motives.His testimony is indeed correct.

but……

No evidence.

Zhang Cai stood aside, frowning.

"Yan Shenggong is the benchmark of Shilin, a descendant of the sage. Without Yan Shenggong, how can the saint's hometown be rebuilt? We still have to write to the court to make this happen."

When Zhang Pu heard this, he couldn't help but hum.

"There are many people in the court who have a lot of wine and food. After Yizhai Gong lost his power, there is no righteous voice in the court. Let's see how those treacherous villains ruined this country."

Fushe is Zhou Yanru's backing.

They built momentum for Zhou Yanru, and Zhou Yanru helped them open their eyes.

Originally everything was fine, although Zhang Pu lived in the countryside, his words and deeds could affect the political situation.

This time Zhou Yanru went to the field, cut off Fushe's tentacles in the court, and made Zhang Pu very angry.

"Nowadays, the court is full of warm and benevolent party members. The grievances between them and our generation have long been irresolvable. Instead of seeking affairs, it is tantamount to seeking skins with tigers. The robbing of the saints and Miao descendants is certainly a difficulty in Taoism. Why is it not an opportunity for our generation to ascend to the top? "

Zhang Pu made up his mind.

This time, he will not be a prime minister in civilian clothes.

He wants to clarify his views with great fanfare, firmly grasp the banner of orthodoxy in Taoism, and unite the hearts of scholars.

If it is done well, at worst it can be compared to Zhou, Cheng, Zhu, Wang and other predecessors.

If done...

Zhang Pu didn't dare to think about it anymore.

His weak heart was beating wildly.

(End of this chapter)