jdhmnovel Chapter 953 Besides myself, is there even one good person left in this Ming Dynasty?
Chapter 953 Besides myself, is there even one good person left in this Ming Dynasty?
"How many?"
"Forty thousand catties?"
Li Shanchang stared blankly at the steel behemoth before him, then at the beard he had accidentally plucked from his hand, his wrinkled old face filled with confusion.
"The locomotive alone weighs 40,000 jin (20,000 kg), so how much steel must be used for the carriages and the rails underneath?"
Yang Shaofeng did not answer, but Li Shanchang started calculating: "Our Great Ming Dynasty's annual steel production is about 20 million catties, which is about 500 locomotives?"
"If we deduct the steel needed for the carriages and rails, as well as the steel used for water pumps, rotary tillers, and ordnance, we might not be able to assemble even a few dozen locomotives in a year?"
That won't do, damn it.
Wouldn't it take two or four locomotives to travel from Ningyang County to Dengzhou Prefecture?
It takes at least four trucks to travel from Ningyang County to Beijing.
Needless to say, in Liaodong, several people need to be arranged from Jinzhou to Shenyang, and several more need to be arranged further north from Shenyang.
There are also routes from Jinan to Luanxian, and from Luanxian to Shenyang.
Shandong and Liaodong have been arranged, should Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan also be arranged?
These places have all been arranged, so why shouldn't Shaanxi, Shanxi, Gansu, and the Western Regions be arranged as well?
Besides steel, it seems that a lot of copper was also used in this thing.
Oh, and we need to arrange for coal too.
After all, a steam engine is made by burning coal, and it has to be good coal.
The stations that had already been discussed should also be included.
So the problem now is not only the lack of iron and coal, but also the severe shortage of manpower.
Li Shanchang couldn't help but reach up and scratch the back of his head.
Who can serve as prime minister for me for a few years?
I want to go home and rest for a couple of days.
Li Shanchang was so worried he felt like he was dying, while Yang Shaofeng curled his lip in a mixture of nostalgia and disdain.
"Only 40,000 jin."
"How much cargo can a 40,000-jin (20,000 kg) locomotive carry?"
"Let's improve it gradually, and strive to make it faster and have a greater load capacity."
"At the very least, it has to be worth the coal used to burn."
When the steam engine started up, its movements clumsy and distasteful, Yang Shaofeng's expression of disgust deepened: "Look at this piece of junk, it even puffs up black smoke!"
"Once this junk is everywhere, the snow will all be black."
Fortunately, I was smart enough to start planting trees like crazy along both sides of the road early on.
It's said that leaves can absorb carbon dioxide and improve the environment?
Compared to Li Shanchang's headache and Yang Shaofeng's disdain, Hu Weiyong's expression was somewhat ambiguous.
Hu Weiyong didn't even care about the steam engine that was running, but instead stared intently at the craftsmen from Ningyang County.
What is a steam engine?
No matter how good the steam engine is, it was still made by these craftsmen.
As long as these craftsmen can stay in Liaodong, why should I worry about not having steam engines?
Thinking of this, Hu Weiyong chuckled twice, leaned close to Yang Shaofeng, and whispered, "Um, Your Highness, could we lend these craftsmen to Liaodong for a while?"
Mai Delibala, who had just arrived in Liaodong, leaned close to Zhu Biao and asked in a low voice, "Your Highness, shouldn't we build a few railways leading to the grasslands first?"
Zhu Biao glanced at the man who had bought Libala, who replied without hesitation, “I have just seen it. This thing can pull a lot, runs fast, and doesn’t eat grain or grass, so it doesn’t need much care. It’s much better than a horse-drawn carriage or an oxcart.”
"With this, transporting troops, armor, and other equipment to the northern desert will be much, much easier."
"A large number of cattle and sheep from the grasslands can also be transported to the Central Plains."
"If more railways could be built, the people on the grasslands would have a stable livelihood, and there would be less chance of any relapses in the future."
When Mai Delibala spoke, his words were somewhat incoherent, but Zhu Biao understood him perfectly.
Liu Dingbei, the Marquis of Chongli of the Ming Dynasty, is now single-mindedly focused on completely eliminating Hu Yuan.
Thankfully, I'm not as rebellious as him, otherwise, my father would have been driven to his death by anger.
Zhu Biao mentally ranted for a while, then turned his gaze to the steam engine that was gradually disappearing into the distance amidst the sound of underwear.
Having a filial son like Liu Dingbei was a misfortune for Ayushiridara, but a blessing for the Ming Dynasty.
Ok.
For the sake of Marquis Chongli, even if Ayushiridara is captured in the future, he should be treated with some dignity.
As for what Liu Dingbei said about building more railways across the grasslands?
Even if he didn't say it, the imperial court had already made plans for this.
One should be built at Yanmen Pass, another at Beiping, and the same should be built at Shanhaiguan and Liaodong.
It's simply a matter of steel production.
I turned around and wrote a memorial.
While making random calculations in his mind, Zhu Biao said with a smile, "Don't worry, Marquis Chongli, even if you didn't mention it, the court would still build several more railways to the northern desert."
"It's not just about transporting weapons and armor, nor is it just about transporting cattle and sheep."
Zhu Biao pointed to the steam engine running in the distance and laughed, "According to the data given by Wang Xianzi and the others, one steam engine can pull more than a dozen grain carriages. The carrying capacity of one carriage is equivalent to that of more than a dozen horse-drawn carriages."
"In other words, a single steam locomotive can transport the amount of grain that would take hundreds of horse-drawn carts to carry to the grasslands in one trip."
"If we encounter a white disaster, we only need to send out a few more steam locomotives, and the people on the grassland will not have to worry about going hungry."
At this point, Zhu Biao patted Liu Dingbei on the shoulder with a smile: "As the saying goes, all people under heaven are subjects of the king, and the people of the grasslands are also subjects of our great Ming Dynasty."
"People should not only love their own parents and children, but also ensure that the elderly are cared for until their end, the able-bodied are employed, the young are nurtured, and the widowed, orphaned, childless, disabled, and sick are all provided for."
"This is the world of common prosperity and great harmony that the sages pursued, and it is also the goal that my father and I are willing to strive for with all our lives."
"This goal is not only aimed at the people of the Ming Dynasty, but also at the people of the grasslands, and even the people of all the vassal states under heaven."
"..."
Thirteen-year-old Liu Dingbei looked at Zhu Biao with eyes full of admiration.
The ideals of "the world belongs to all," "universal harmony," and "moderate prosperity" encompass the people of the grasslands and even the people of all the various vassal states under heaven.
The Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty is the true heir to the throne!
Yang Shaofeng turned his head and glanced at Zhu Biao and the man he bought, Li Bala.
This is truly a case of one daring to deceive and the other daring to believe.
Ironically, the one who got tricked and became crippled would still say thank you.
Tsk tsk.
Besides myself, is there any other good person in this Ming Dynasty?
Thinking of this, Yang Shaofeng unconsciously turned his head to look south again.
According to Chen Mo's letter, a total of three sets of parts were made for the steam engine.
One set was sent to Liaodong, one set to Dengzhou Prefecture, and one set to the capital.
I wonder what Old Deng would think if he saw a steam engine?