The daily life of the science master's book-wearing group

Chapter 512 Returning to the Capital

In 1776, the steam engine designed by Watt began to be commercialized. Since then, Watt has continued to improve the steam engine designed by himself.

In 1844, Baltimore-Washington used the most primitive telegraph machine to send the infamous message "What did God create?"

The products with a difference of nearly 70 years are miraculously appearing in the same era at this time.

Anyone who has used the telegram service is crazy about it.

A businessman who is doing business abroad, a wanderer who is studying abroad, a wife who is looking forward to her husband's return home soon, or a parent who is looking forward to their child, who can resist the temptation of the letter arriving on the same day?
Since the first two months were free, the telegraph stations were insanely busy.

After Song Qingyue and her party arrived at Qiandi in the capital, her desk in Wufangzhai was full of letters from various station masters requesting more manpower.

Song Qingyue put these letters aside, and ordered someone to send a telegram to the stationmasters of each site, asking them to make a statistics of the places where letters were exchanged.

These statistics will be used to optimize Telegram in the future.

The little maid named Qing Luo who was originally in charge of sending and receiving telegrams with the Imperial Palace in Taiyuan was now selected by Song Qingyue to be in charge of this line.

Song Qingyue called her to her side, and taught her while drawing a topological map: "For example, if Pingyao County under the jurisdiction of Fenzhou Prefecture sends a letter to Qingyuan County under the jurisdiction of Taiyuan Prefecture, the signal must first go from Pingyao to Fenzhou Prefecture. State, and then to Taiyuan City, before finally turning a corner to reach Qingyuan. There will be two transit exchanges in the middle. But if we count that the demand for letters between Pingyao and Qingyuan is particularly large, we can Build a direct line between two tertiary stations. In addition, the current rating of each station is determined by our population. But the future communication volume may not be directly proportional to the population. Each station needs telegraph commissioners and messengers The number of members should also be adjusted according to the actual situation. This is the optimization of the network communication network, and it is also the direction you need to study in the future."

She raised her head, looked at Qingluo's still confused expression, smiled and pulled her to sit down, and said in a low voice, "Have you heard about the communications department?"

Qingluo nodded.

Song Qingyue said: "I expect that people from the Communications Department will definitely interfere with our operations. How about you, use your brains on what I just told you, and try to write a communication network research report within a year, which is of a high standard If you do so, it will be published in a science magazine. At that time, I will write a recommendation letter for you to enter the Academy of Sciences as an associate professor. If you have a grade in the future, I will have a reason to send you to the Department of Communications. Do you understand what this princess means?"

Qingluo was the little girl, her eyes almost popped out at this time, she stared at Song Qingyue in shock but couldn't recover for a while.

"Mother...what does your mother mean, you want your slaves to be officials?"

"Why, you don't want to?" Song Qingyue looked at her with a burning smile.

Qing Luo still felt like she was dreaming, she suddenly felt like she was drunk, she was a little dizzy, she almost couldn't stand still.

Being a female official is not the kind of female official in the palace who has no freedom.

From a servant to a female official who saw her and needed to salute?

What can she do? !

Song Qingyue said again: "Your surname is Xu, right? In the 34th year of Jingning, during the severe drought in Shanxi, it was sold by your parents."

Qingluo was sold at the age of six and entered the palace in the same year.

Counting, she has lived in the palace for 12 full years.The old suffering was too long ago. The princess mentioned that she didn’t feel any discomfort in her heart, but her eyes were filled with the golden pancakes that the princess had drawn for her. A delicate little face was flushed with excitement and excitement, and her body Trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing her like this, Song Qingyue didn't say any more, but said softly: "Go back and work hard, I have high hopes for you."

Qingluo nodded, blushed and retreated in a dizzy way.

The reason why Song Qingyue valued Qingluo was because this child had always been the number one in the Wangfu literacy class for three years. This child not only had a superb memory, but also had an extremely fast arithmetic speed.Song Qingyue personally taught her quick calculations, and this child will be able to do it in no time.

After becoming a telegraph operator in the Wangfu, he also proposed a plan to optimize the [-]-character telegraph code text conversion booklet according to the radicals of the folk prescriptions.Now she sends telegrams, translates codes, and doesn't even need to read pamphlets, which is a bit of a genius.To be honest, she is the girl with the highest IQ that Song Qingyue has met in all these years.

In the palace, the emperor hugged Li Fugui very happily.

Li Kun roundly opened his eyes wide and looked curiously at the younger brother who was still wiggling his fingers, thinking, the younger brother seems to be not as annoying as Mr. Dai's said!

"Grandpa, grandpa! When my younger brother is enlightened in the future, I will teach him to read!"

The emperor handed the child back to Li Zhao, touched the elder grandson's brain and smiled, "Yes, when Ah Heng reaches the age of enlightenment, you can teach my younger brother how to write. Alright, follow Ah Fang back to do homework, grandpa and you After the father discusses the matter, he will let you go home to see your mother."

"Okay! Grandson must do his homework well! I'll take my brother out!" He stretched out his little hand, eager to try to hug the baby.

Li Zhao hesitated for a moment, but taking a look at Li Kun's sturdy little body, it really didn't look like he couldn't hold a child.

He handed Li Heng over: "Your brother is still young, you should be careful! If you can't hold him anymore, give it to Ah Fang, and don't fall!"

"I know! My father is so talkative!" The seven-year-old Li Kun seemed to have begun to be a little rebellious, and he didn't talk too much about Lao Tzu.

Li Zhao exhorted worriedly: "If you make my brother stupid, you will have a stupid brother in the future, do you hear me?!"

"I heard it, father, don't worry!"

Li Kun hugged the little boy over half a year old, imitating his father and grandfather, supporting the little baby's head with his hands, and walked out with steady strides.

Gee!
this kid!
"I haven't seen you in a year, and I've grown so much taller!" Li Zhao sighed.

The emperor laughed, he raised it!Can you feed poorly? !
The father and son walked to the meeting hall outside.

As soon as the emperor sat down, he asked, "Is your wife in good health?"

Li Zhao hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly and said in a low voice: "Your self-cultivation is still good. But father also knows that Yue'er's body is not very good, and having a child is detrimental to her vitality. In the midsummer of June this year, she is still in the house. It needs to be wrapped in a blanket. Even if he is fattened up by the medical officers, my son will not dare to be careless."

What's small in his heart, the emperor's door is clear.

The son was afraid that the queen would make Song Qingyue suffer because of her pregnancy, so he deliberately said that she was not in good health, and made excuses for his daughter-in-law not to come to the palace to greet her mother-in-law.

The emperor nodded at Li Zhao helplessly, but didn't say anything.

Song Qingyue is in good health, which is a good thing.

However, the emperor took a sip of his tea and said, "I'm exhausted from the long journey, so it's fine to rest for a day or two. It's time to go to pay my respects. If you're worried, just follow along."

Li Zhao was stunned and scratched his head in embarrassment. The emperor then changed the subject and went to talk about business.

The father and son have been separated for more than three years, and they can't finish talking about things they want to talk face to face.If you don't pay attention, the sun is almost setting, and the conversation between the two is not over yet.

Eunuch Wang came in and reminded: "Long Live Lord, it's time for dinner. The younger one should order someone to bring it to Qinzheng Hall or go back to Yangxin Hall for dinner?"

As soon as the emperor raised his head, he noticed that the sky was already so dark. After thinking for a while, he said, "I think Kun'er is also anxious to see his mother. I won't leave you father and son to eat in the palace today. Go back soon."

Li Zhao saluted and planned to leave.

But the emperor said again: "Go back and ask your daughter-in-law to take the time to clean the middle road of Qiandi in the next few days. If there is anything you need to add, you can add it according to your wishes. Let's move there next month."

Li Zhaolian and all the waiters in the room were shocked.

The emperor still looked indifferent, as if it was not a big deal, and said: "It's about time, I have asked Qin Tianjian to choose an auspicious day for the auspicious day, so let's make him the crown prince next month. There is no need to procrastinate any longer. "

"Yes, son... son..."

"Go back and rest."

The emperor waved his hand, took off the glass glasses on his face, pinched the bridge of his nose, and looked a little tired.

Li Zhao took advantage of the fading daylight to look at his father a few times, and then suddenly realized that his father had a lot of white hair on his head.

In the seven years since his father ascended the throne, he has been self-restraining, diligent, conscientious, and has been devoting himself to Da Zhou every day.Li Zhao himself is in charge of Shanxi in Taiyuan, and there are big and small things going on every day, while his father is in charge of the whole Zhou Dynasty. Today it is flooded here, tomorrow it will be dry tomorrow, and there are countless moths crawling all over the ground.

It is not easy to be a holy master who will bring peace to all generations.

A sense of sadness suddenly rushed to his heart, and Li Zhao had mixed feelings for a while, and he didn't know what to say.

The emperor simply didn't want to say anything more. After chatting for a whole day, smoke came out of his throat and he couldn't move his head.

Before dark, Li Zhao returned to the Qiandi with his two children.

As soon as Li Kun saw his mother, his prudent appearance of a young adult was immediately abandoned, and he rushed into his mother's arms like a cannonball, hugged her tightly and acted coquettishly.

"Mother! Mother! Akun misses you, Akun misses you so much!"

"Mother also misses Akun."

The half-grown bear cuddled up and down in his mother's arms, completely unaware that he had grown nearly ten centimeters this year, he was fat and strong, weighing 48 catties, and wanted to climb on top of Song Qingyue , expecting mother to hold him on her lap like before.

Poor Song Qingyue's small body like a piece of paper was about to be crushed to the ground by her bear-like son.

Li Fugui, who was held in the arms of a nanny named Shen Guilan, opened his beautiful peach blossom eyes wide, watching this strange child crawling on his mother, holding his mother's close and kissing, out of some instinct, The stinky boy suddenly became unhappy. Most of the time, he was quiet and didn't cry or make a fuss. Suddenly, he burst into tears at the top of his throat.

He stretched out a pair of small arms and yelled at Song Qingyue, "Da--! Da--! Da da da da!"

Li Fugui is also a precocious person. He already knows how to call someone in less than six months. Song Qingyue still can't pronounce the sound of mother, so Song Qingyue tried to make him call mom and dad, but the boy called da da and papa, mom It’s da da, dad is papa.

Song Qingyue looked over upon hearing the reputation, glanced at Li Zhao, and signaled him to rush to coax him.

Li Zhao hurriedly took Fu Gui from the nanny's hand, took the child into her arms, and coaxed him to the wing.

Song Qingyue lowered her head and touched Li Kun's chubby face, and kissed him twice, looking at his round, fleshy face, she couldn't help frowning slightly: "Ah Kun, you...you are so mellow when you eat it. !"

"Mom!" Li Kun's face darkened, "Grandpa said that my son is growing up, and when he grows up in the future, he will lose weight all of a sudden!"

"Hey." Song Qingyue sighed, and squeezed the flesh on Li Kun's face, "I will start practicing kung fu with your father tomorrow morning, don't be lazy, do you hear me?"

"Mom! You detested your son when we first met!"

"No, no! It's too late for mother to like you!"

In the evening, Li Zhao wanted to tell Song Qingyue that she might be crowned prince soon, and she needed preparations, especially the side of Qiandi Middle Road, which needed to be cleaned and decorated, and could be modified according to her preferences. After another month, the mansion will truly and completely belong to them.

However, Li Kun has been clinging to Song Qingyue and is unwilling to leave, and insists on sleeping with his mother in a stern manner, and his small mouth is even talking non-stop about all kinds of encounters in the capital this year.Li Zhao had no choice but to sleep with Li Fugui to Baoguang Hall.

In the early morning of the next day, Li Zhao came to Wufangzhai, picked up the chubby Li Kun from Song Qingyue's bed, and dragged him out to run and practice. The mother's identical almond eyes were squeezed flat by the flesh on his face!

People, they are indeed intergenerational relatives.

The emperor simply fed his son like a pig!

Not long after he started running, Li Zhao discovered that this kid definitely didn't practice kung fu well during the year in the capital. He was lazy for at least half a year. He only ran around the mansion twice, and he was panting!
Li Zhao's face sank, and he swung the whip to follow behind the little piggy, and slapped the whip: "Run ten laps! One lap must not be missed! Don't stop! Dare to stop and make another lap!"

Li Xiaokun vomited up in the morning, and was carried back by his father limply, unable to eat his breakfast.

Song Qingyue held back a smile and told him to take a bath quickly, and he had to go to Zhaoyue Primary School for class later.

After sending the children away, the husband and wife have time to sit down and have a quiet breakfast together.

"Yue'er, let's move to Zhonglu next month." Li Zhao said while eating his favorite Cantonese shrimp dumplings.

Song Qingyue was stunned as she bit the Yangzhou Sanding Bao in her mouth.

"What do you mean?"

"Father is about to become the crown prince." Li Zhao said calmly.

"Oh... oh... that's it... no, you said it so casually, don't you think you're handsome?!" Song Qingyue glared at him.

Li Zhao laughed loudly, and pinched Song Qingyue's face: "I went into the palace yesterday, and saw that my father's hair was all gray. Maybe the old man is too tired and wants to find someone to share the burden."

Song Qingyue unconsciously looked at Li Zhao's shiny black hair, fearing that once Li Zhao became the crown prince, he would not be able to keep the black hair on top of his head.

The long eyelashes blinked a few more times, and she snorted: "Alright, let's settle down early, so as not to make some people feel uneasy."

She was talking about Li Yi.

That man is now a prince too.

No, in fact, now she understands why the emperor suddenly became generous this time, the title was raised as soon as it was said, and he had already planned to be crowned prince.

(End of this chapter)