If Zhu Bo has any extras, he may be able to understand that this evening is the most important day since he came to this era.
In the next four days, in addition to learning wedding etiquette every day, Zhu Bai watched the craftsmen laying tracks.
Fortunately, the distance from the other palaces to the royal palace and even to the Jinghai Marquis's residence is not long. These days, enough time has passed to complete the laying of a one-way track.
People in Jinling City looked at these strange things called "sleepers" curiously.
Some scholars looked at these strange things and learned that they were prepared for the wedding of King Xiang. They couldn't help laughing.
If it were not for the fact that this was the foot of the Emperor, it was easy to make taboos. They all wanted to write some poems to satirize and satirize.
Most of these scholars came to Beijing in advance to prepare for the next year's imperial examination. Compared with those students who had to work hard to take the examination, they all had some background and realized that the next year's imperial examination was very important.
It is more important than all Enke in the 13 years before Hongwu.
Because the imperial examination next year will officially become the way to include officials in the Ming Dynasty.
The more people killed in the Hu case, the more empty positions they had, they were all waving to them!
Just let Zhu Bai see these people sitting in the pub with nothing to do, and the book in his hand doesn't turn over a few pages. I'm afraid he will feel quite familiar with them.
It looks like a dreary man who perfunctorily studied in a previous life.
"Alas, it is also said that His Royal Highness the King of Xiang is quick in thinking and full of poetry. Although it is the wedding day of His Royal Highness the King of Xiang a few days later, it is really against the teachings of sages and sages to make these strange Zhou Zhang."
"Yes, outside the residence of the Marquis and the Duke of State, the little old men all revolved around the son of the Marquis of Jinghai, saying what it was for, the toys that His Highness the King of Hunan gave to the future nephew."
"Funny things are disappointing. They are all children after all. It was said that King Lu was smart before. What was King Lu like? I won't say more about him."
"Ha ha ha - Brother said, let's drink!"
Some literati just spit out a few words and then changed the topic.
Maybe there are those who don't wink and don't listen to the good opportunity given by their friends at the table. They are always talking about lotus flowers and outputting crazily.
However, these have nothing to do with Yu Civilization, who walks on the track with a team of craftsmen with sleeves tied and hammer in hand.
Yu Wenming, then the head of the Ministry of Work, is 47 years old and has a 30-year-old son, Yu Yanzhao.
In fact, neither of them is famous, but Yu Qian, Yu Wenming's grandson, is very powerful.
"Lord Yu, won't Yan Zhao try the imperial examination next year? Now he comes to Jinling from Qiantang to prepare for the examination. He will definitely win a good place next year."
He Bingqing, who is also the head of the Ministry of Work, is behind the civilization, holding only a roll of ruler in his hand, and staggers behind the civilization. The smile on his face never seems to fade.
Yu Wenming checks the gap between the sleepers and whether there is a proper gap left according to what His Highness the King of Hunan taught the craftsmen, regardless of what adults tease.
Seeing that civility does not speak and is not angry, Lord He continued to tease:
"Oh, don't look, you can use that hammer? My ruler is the key. As long as you measure it according to the size on the drawing of His Highness the King of Hunan, hey hey, the standard is not standard, you can see it at a glance."
"Believe it or not, I'll give you a hammer!" Yu Wenming finally couldn't help turning around
Lord He laughed when he heard that:
"That's right. You haven't said a word all the way, and you can't even hear the people upstairs in the hotel and tavern. Lord Yu, hurry to write to persuade my nephew Yan Zhao to come to the capital."
Yu Wenming angrily said:
"Lord He cares about my son every day. Otherwise, you can be the father of that son!"
Lord He hurriedly advised:
"Calm down, Lord Yu. I know that my nephew is not smarter than His Royal Highness the King of Hunan. After all, you are a father. You have to think about your son's future career."
"What a pity!" Yu Wenming threw the hammer on the ground. "This rebel will go back to his hometown to live in seclusion, and will not get married to give birth to a child for my old family. I really want to put the rebel's head on this sleeper, and the hammer will be broken!"
Lord He smiled to appease the civilization, "Don't talk nonsense about these words. If the prophecy comes true, you will be sorry for your ancestors in Jiuquan."
Lie in the sudden cold face of civilization, and before lowering down to pick up the hammer, Lord He ran away with a wink.
Don't forget to shout:
"The test run is coming today! Let's hurry up and check all tracks before the vehicle runs. We dare not delay the royal wedding!"
That night, several officials of the Ministry of Work were invited to the Xiang Palace. Zhu Bo wanted to give a banquet to thank these officials.
Although they were arranged by their eldest brother Zhu Biao, these officials of the Ministry of Works have got along well with themselves since their contacts in recent days.
They are front-line personnel who know some practical skills, rather than those waiters and doctors in the work department who sit in the office.
Yu Wenming didn't know why. His Royal Highness the King of Hunan insisted on sitting next to him.
Over the past few days, they have gone from just acting under orders to being surprised by the talent of the King of Hunan. They have great respect for his highness, the King of Hunan, who has read a lot and can deal with one or two subjects in every subject.
Little did he realize that he was just an eleven year old child.
Those novel concepts on industrial drawings, such as scale, material science, friction, etc., made them feel that the craftsman knowledge they had learned all along was useless.
These old people really have no energy. They have more than enough energy.
However, the young officials under the heads of the Ministry of Works wanted to write down all the words spoken by the King of Hunan.
"His Highness the King of Hunan is really Lu Ban alive, and Mo Zhai came here. These wooden structures combined to form the equipment, which really embarrassed us old men."
Yu Wenming blushed a little. He was toasted several times by the King of Hunan, and even hesitated to sob:
"If my son understands the reason, I also have such a big grandson now, Wuwuwu -"
He Bingqing quickly twisted Yu Wenming's waist, looked carefully at the face of the King of Hunan, and said respectfully:
"Your highness, Lord Yu, he has drunk too much. It's all about drunkenness. Don't care."
Zhu Bai waved his hand and smiled:
"It doesn't matter. The king advised me to drink this wine. I'm curious. Don't you have a grandson?"
Yu Wenming grimaces. A little old man can't help crying. He drinks another cup of wine and wails:
"My villain, why do you want to live in seclusion and don't care about the world? You should hide in the remote mountains and forests, and don't let others see you. Why should you run away from your hometown and lose our old face?"
Zhu Bai persuaded:
"Don't worry, Lord Yu. I watched the sky at night and thought that Lord Yu's grandson must be a hero in history."
Yu Wenming was stunned even when he was drunk:
"Ah? When did the lord read it and understand it?"
"A little bit, just read." Zhu Bai did not change his face and said, "I even have the name of Lord Yu's grandson, Yu Qian. How about that?"