Chapter 350 Zhao Fang's Little Criticism

In mid-June, mid-summer, the weather is getting hotter and hotter.

Bianliang City, Kaifeng Prefecture, the capital of the Song Dynasty, has expanded by a full circle compared to before.

If the former palace is regarded as the first ring, the inner city is the second ring, and the outer city is the third ring, then there are now fourth and even fifth rings.

The Fourth Ring Road was the suburb outside the original city, with many houses built and row upon row of streets attracting pedestrians to stop.

The inside and outside of the city seem to be two different worlds. There are still many antique wooden buildings in the city, and occasionally there are a few five or six-story high-rise buildings made of reinforced concrete.

Outside the city, there are mostly brick and cement houses. Since the imperial court opened cement factories and steel plants, they have been built one after another in various places, and the number of factories has also increased.

There are several cement factories in Bianliang alone. They are made of clay, sand and gravel collected from the suburbs outside the city and mixed with iron powder. The mixers are also steam engines bought at a high price from state-owned enterprises under the Academy of Sciences.

Now steam engines can be manufactured in batches. According to estimates from the School of Chemistry, the finished rubber brought back by Chen Haizhong from overseas can produce tens of thousands of steam engines.

After all, the main structure of the steam engine is still steel, and the areas where rubber is applied are very few, except for a few places that need to be sealed.

Therefore, there is still no problem in supplying steam engine manufacturing.

But if we need to study rubber products in the future, such as rubber shoes, tires, tape, shock absorbers, etc., the dosage will increase.

But by that time, the rubber industry in the south will have basically been planted, so there is no need to worry.

At this moment, in a cement factory in the west of the city, the steam engine roared. In the huge cement tank, the lever of the steam engine twisted back and forth, driving the huge mixing blades to rotate.

It didn't take long for the cement to be mixed out, and then it went through a series of drying, powdering and other operations. It was packed in sacks and transported outside to pile up in mountains.

Zhao Jun is inspecting this factory today. The imperial court has now established a large number of state-owned enterprises, such as salt companies, grain and oil companies, and the steel and cement industries are naturally operated by the state.

And it still occupies the bulk.

Because many things are emerging industries after all, private businessmen may not necessarily understand them, so Zhao Jun is needed to guide state-owned companies to get on the right track, clarify the industrial chain, and then spread it to private companies.

Steel, cement, and bricks are the simplest construction industries, and steam engines as engines can greatly increase the production of steel and cement.

Once the entire industrial chain is formed, the construction and manufacturing industries of the Song Dynasty will quickly rise to more than one level.

"Zhiyuan, cement has been manufactured now, and the output is not low, but now it is all orders from the imperial court, and there are not many people who want cement. I am afraid that the business will suffer losses by then."

The director of the cement factory, wearing an eighth-grade official uniform, followed Zhao Jun out of the factory building and said with some concern.

Zhao Jun smiled and said, "It's okay. The imperial court needs a lot of cement now. Roads and river embankments are being repaired all over the country. We must meet the imperial court's needs first, and the needs of the people will naturally follow in the future."

"yes."

The factory director nodded slightly.

Zhao Jun got into the carriage and slowly disappeared into the street.

When it comes to setting up a factory like this, he will often travel around to see and provide guidance and opinions.

In this way, when the technology and management are familiar, and other industries want to set up their own businesses, they can recruit people from state-owned factories in Bianliang, or simply go to local branches to set up branches.

After all, this is not the era of later generations when factories are everywhere in every county. Many things are started from scratch and Zhao Jun is required to take care of everything.

After returning to the palace from the cement factory, Zhao Jun went to the Constitutional Yuan, handled some official business, checked the time, and then went to the harem.

At this time, the harem was no longer a forbidden area, because it used to be where Zhao Zhen's concubines lived, so foreign ministers were not allowed to enter after passing the Funing Palace, Baoci Palace, Yanfu Palace and other places.

But now all the concubines have moved to the back garden, fearing that the poisonous buildings in the palace will affect the concubines' health and cause them to be unable to have children.

Therefore, the harem was basically emptied out and was now used as a place to store books.

But because of this, several of Zhao Zhen's children usually study here, especially the eldest son Zhao Fang, who is ten years old this year. Zhao Zhen pays special attention to his education.

Therefore, a school was specially opened in the harem. On weekdays, Zhao Fang received Confucian teachings from the great Confucian scholars in the morning, and Zhao Jun personally taught in the afternoon.

Zhao Jun now has a full schedule throughout the day. He has an early morning meeting, a morning meeting at the Constitutional Yuan, and a little free time at noon. He may go to the city or various government offices to visit, or take a nap in the Political Yuan.

At about one o'clock in the afternoon, he will go to the Ruisi Hall to teach Zhao Fang two hours of reading, and then return to the Constitutional Yuan at three o'clock to sort out the content of today's meeting. From four to five or six o'clock, the prime ministers and Zhao Zhen will be there in the afternoon. It was time to discuss matters in Chongzheng Hall, and then go home from get off work.

The Ruisi Palace was newly built. It was built by Emperor Shenzong of the Song Dynasty in history. However, most of the palace buildings were poisonous palaces. It would take a lot of money to demolish and rebuild again. Zhao Zhen felt that before there was so much money, he would not demolish and rebuild, but only a little Just build a few palaces.

Therefore, this school was specially built to facilitate the children to attend classes. After all, the teachers who taught classes could not be allowed to come to the back garden where the concubines lived.

Zhao Jun passed through the Ruisi Gate, and in front was the Ruisi Hall. It was a tall palace. The outer walls were made of red bricks and cement, painted with white paint. The foundation below was poured with reinforced concrete, completely abandoning the previous wooden structure. result.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the gray tiles, brackets, cornices and other classical architectural forms still used above.

When Zhao Jun came over, Jiang Deming, the eunuch in charge of Zhao Fang's daily life, suddenly coughed a few times, then ran over with a smile on his face and said, "I've seen the magistrate before."

"What are you doing here?"

Zhao Jun looked at him strangely as he walked forward.

On weekdays, Jiang Deming should not be able to leave Zhao Fang for an inch, so why are he outside today?

Jiang Deming hurriedly stood in front of Zhao Jun and said, "The prince came early today and is reading inside. I don't dare to disturb him."

"oh."

Zhao Jun's pace was not slow, but he speeded up a bit, quickly passed Jiang Deming, and pushed open the door of Ruisi Palace.

In the room, Zhao Fang was sitting on the table and chair, looking down at a book. When he raised his head and saw Zhao Jun coming, he quickly stood up and said, "Uncle."

Zhao Fang's biological mother is Empress Cao, and Zhao Jun's wife is Empress Cao's sister. Therefore, although Zhao Jun is a descendant of the Zhao family thirty or forty generations later, in terms of relationship, he is still Zhao Fang's elder.

Zhao Jun nodded, glanced casually, then sat cross-legged opposite him and asked, "How did you do with the fractions and decimals I taught you yesterday?"

"finished."

Zhao Fang obediently took out his homework and handed it over.

Zhao Jun flipped through it casually, then suddenly looked at his waist and said with frightened eyes: "Fang'er, stand up quickly, there is a spider on you."

"spider?"

Zhao Fang was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He jumped up from the chair and kept slapping him.

But the spider didn't fall down, and a booklet fell out of the sleeve of his clothes.

"Snapped!"

The booklet fell to the ground. Zhao Fang was stunned for a few seconds, and then instinctively wanted to bend down to pick it up.

However, Zhao Jun was one step ahead and picked it up first.

"uncle!"

Zhao Fang looked horrified.

Zhao Jun glanced at it and his eyes froze.

This booklet is actually...

He looked at Zhao Fang again with a playful expression.

Is this what a ten-year-old should do?

Then Zhao Jun raised the pamphlet and said, "Where did it come from?"

"I am alone."

Zhao Fang's face instantly turned red and he was speechless.

"Tell me about it."

Zhao Jun sat opposite him again.

Zhao Fang looked like a child who had done something wrong, and whispered: "I picked it up."

"oh?"

Zhao Jun asked: "Are you sure?"

"real."

Zhao Fang looked like he was about to cry.

This thing was really picked up by him. After all, many palace maids and eunuchs in the harem had it. Although it was relatively well hidden, if it was not kept intact, some people would carry it on their bodies and accidentally fall out.

Jiang Deming also tried to persuade him, but Zhao Fang was just curious. Jiang Deming couldn't control him anyway, and he didn't dare to control him, so he took a look every chance he got.

It is a pity that his schedule and time are very tight on weekdays. In the morning, his father and mother would have breakfast with him, and then many gentlemen would teach him Confucianism.

After class in the afternoon, I had to go back to Queen Mother Houyuan, and she also lived with Queen Cao. Only after lunch at noon did I have an excuse to come to the school and study it before Zhao Jun arrived.

Unexpectedly, I just took it out for observation today and was caught by Zhao Jun.

"Fine."

Zhao Jun put the pamphlet into his sleeve and said, "Confiscated."

Then he added: "Sit down and do the questions."

"yes"

Zhao Fang sat down obediently, his expression uglier than crying.

Zhao Jun poured himself a cup of tea leisurely - there was a pot of tea on Zhao Fang's table that he usually drank.

Zhao Fang was not sure what to do while holding the brush on the paper, while observing Zhao Jun's expression.

He looked quite cautious, as if he was afraid that Zhao Jun would angrily question him in the next second.

But fortunately, Zhao Jun seemed to have always maintained such a tepid state. Holding the teacup in his hand, he just urged: "Don't be stupid. Come on, what is zero point five times eight?"

Zhao Fang had no choice but to start calculating, but the more he calculated, the more confused he became. He drew half of it on the paper, and then said with a sad face: "I can't do it."

"This question is not difficult. Zero point five is half, so it can be calculated as eight divided by two. Or you can multiply five by eight first, and then move the decimal point back one place to get the result of four. "

Zhao Jun said with a smile: "You are good at addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. You are quite smart. Yesterday you were able to calculate three point six times four. Why can't you calculate zero point five times eight today?"

"I"

Zhao Fang had no choice but to immerse himself in the problem and continue to do it. After barely regaining his concentration, he finally solved it.

"Um."

Zhao Jun nodded with satisfaction: "That's right."

So in the following time, Zhao Jun patiently began to teach him.

But unfortunately, Zhao Fang was obviously a little absent-minded. Today's teaching was not successful. It was not until the second half that Zhao Fang got on the right track.

After finally waiting until the teaching time was over, Zhao Fang knew that Zhao Jun was going to Chongzheng Hall in the afternoon. After getting up, he looked embarrassed.

Zhao Jun was about to leave, but when he saw his coy look, he said, "Don't even think about this thing. You are not allowed to touch it in the future."

"Uncle, can you not tell the emperor and the queen?"

Zhao Fang showed a pleading look in his eyes and said, "Please, uncle."

"okay."

Zhao Jun nodded.

"ah?"

Zhao Fang originally thought that Zhao Jun would refuse, but he didn't expect that Zhao Jun agreed simply.

Then he suddenly smiled and said, "I knew my uncle was the best to me."

"But don't be too happy too early. Don't read unhealthy books at your age. Don't be with palace maids in the future. Only eunuchs are allowed around you."

Zhao Jun smiled and said.

"Why, the palace maid sister smells delicious."

Zhao Fang almost cried again.

Zhao Jun shook his head resolutely and said: "If you don't want to be with your father in the future. Well, if you don't want to suffer from premature aging, just listen to your uncle. This is about your life span."

It is not known whether the yellow shadow will affect lifespan, but it will definitely make it easier to have children.

In history, Zhao Zhen and later the last emperor Puyi were both unable to give birth to children because they were exposed too early and their bodies were weakened.

Therefore, some things do not necessarily have to be prohibited. Children who are slowly entering adolescence can be curious, but they must not be uncontrolled.

"All right."

Zhao Fang had no choice but to agree.

Then he saw that Zhao Jun's face was as normal as if nothing was wrong, so he asked tentatively: "Uncle, aren't you angry?"

"Why should I be angry?"

"You should be angry about this kind of thing."

"Should I be angry?"

Zhao Jun thought of himself when he was a child.

Although he only started contacting him when he was thirteen, he is three years older than Zhao Fang.

However, due to premature exposure and frequent use of hands, kidney deficiency occurred at a young age. Liuwei Dihuang Pills were always kept in the bag, and it was true that there was a lot of runny nose and tears.

They are all people who have been there, so why should we be harsh?

"But."

Zhao Fang said in confusion: "If it were my father, he would definitely be furious."

"You."

Zhao Jun laughed and said, "Have you ever heard of the saying, like father, like son?"

Zhao Fang was stunned, shook his head and said, "I've never heard of it."

"You'll know later."

Zhao Jun put his hands behind his back.

Heart way.

Your father has more fun than you.

After leaving Ruisi Hall, Zhao Jun turned his head and looked at Jiang Deming next to him.

Jiang Deming groveled, bent over, and looked at him in horror.

He also vaguely heard a little bit of the conversation between Zhao Jun and the prince.

If Empress Cao knew about it, he might not even be able to save his life.

"Transfer all the maids around the prince. He will not be allowed to have contact with the maids until he is fifteen years old."

Zhao Jun said calmly: "Next time, be careful with your head."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Jiang Deming broke into a cold sweat and responded repeatedly.

After Zhao Jun left, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Zhiyuan was young, being stared at by him with sharp eyes was like a huge mountain pressing down on him, making it difficult to breathe.