The construction of Zhengyang Avenue was not only surprising to the people of the capital, but also to foreign officials, it was even more amazing.

"It's so fast. It only took about a month to build such a big road."

"If at this speed, within ten years, the entire Ming Dynasty will be covered with roads like this, then traffic in the entire Ming Dynasty will become extremely high-speed."

Pi'erma Heima stood beside Zhengyang Avenue, looking at the endless flow of people on both sides, and sighed.

Since the construction of Zhengyang Avenue began, Pi'erma Heima, who originally planned to go back in the spring, suddenly had no idea of ​​leaving the Ming Dynasty. He wanted to witness it.

At present, the houses on both sides of Zhengyang Avenue have just begun to be built, and there is no place to drink tea.

The weather started to warm up, and every morning, Pirma Heima would come over and watch.

Like Pierma Heima, there are also many foreign ministers from other small countries. They also come to watch every day.

Anyone with some knowledge can understand what such a path means.

In Zhu Ying's view, the current principles of the Ming Dynasty are muddy, and the official system of the post station is very backward, but it also depends on who you compare with.

In other countries, including the Timurid Empire, there are no official roads for post stations, they are all dirt roads.

Whether it is marching or people doing business, it is very difficult.

Inevitably, after seeing the construction process before and after Zhengyang Avenue, they have already begun to think about cement.

"Tell me, do we have a chance to get the secret recipe of this cement?"

Pierma Heima asked softly.

When the Mongolian foreign minister next to him heard this, his eyes also showed desire. After thinking for a while, he replied: "Your Highness, I think there should be a chance."

"I have sent people everywhere to inquire. It is said that the formula of cement was invented by the great grandson of the Ming Dynasty. He recruited craftsmen from the Oparo countries and worked with the craftsmen of the Ming Dynasty to invent it."

"Those envoys from small countries are really stupid to target the Oubaluo craftsmen. The invention of cement must be in the hands of the Ming Dynasty."

"The spies have received news that these craftsmen live in a camp in the northern suburbs of the capital. They are extremely tightly guarded and have troops stationed by the Ming Guard. It is extremely difficult to steal the secret recipe."

"What we can do now is to find ways to bribe officials who have access to the secret recipe so that we can have a chance to get it."

Hearing the word bribe, Pi'erma Heima said helplessly: "But we don't have much money anymore."

Since arriving in the capital, Pi'erma Heima has felt as if he has seen a new world.

Life here in Samarkand is not as colorful as the capital city. Especially this Spring Festival, it is an eye-opener for Pierma Heima and he forgets everything he has had.

After initially enjoying a luxurious life with Mr. Zhou, as the grandson of Timur, he naturally did not live a frugal life.

However, although they brought a lot of gold and silver, they had no income but only expenses. No matter how much money they had, they could not withstand it.

The reason why I thought of leaving was because Pierma Heima didn't have much money left.

The Mongolian minister rolled his eyes and said, "Your Highness, why don't you write to the Khan about the situation here and ask the Khan to bring some money over."

"I believe that Khan should be very interested in cement. If we have cement to build roads, our army will be able to march more easily, and the territory that Khan can control will become wider."

"Khan will definitely try his best to get the secret recipe of cement."

Pi'erma's black eyes lit up and he said happily: "What you said makes sense. I will write to Grandpa right away."

But after he finished speaking, he said helplessly: "But it takes too long to get the letters back and forth. No matter how fast it is, it will take more than half a year for grandpa's money to come over."

The location of Timur in Samarkand is thousands of miles away from the capital of the Ming Dynasty. No matter how fast the messenger is, a round trip will take more than half a year or even a year.

It's not too late for cement formulations.

But in such a year, Pierma Heima's life here can only become very frugal.

In the Ming Dynasty, the treatment for foreign ministers was pretty good. There was definitely no salary, but food and housing were included.

The accommodation is quite good, but in terms of food, it is naturally impossible to say that there is a lot of fish and meat.

Being unable to enjoy delicious food was unacceptable to Pierma Heima.

The Mongolian foreign minister gave advice and said: "Your Highness can write another letter to the grassland. The commander there is your Highness's uncle Shaharu. I believe that when His Highness the Fourth Prince knows this news, he will definitely bring a lot of money."

Pirma's black eyes lit up, and he patted the Mongolian foreign minister on the shoulder and praised loudly: "It's a wonderful idea. My uncle will definitely support me strongly after knowing about it."

"Now that he is fighting on the grassland, he must have accumulated a lot of wealth. I want him to send me more."

"As long as we can get the secret recipe of cement, no matter how much it costs, it will be worth it."

After the conversation, Pirma Heima and the Mongolian foreign minister rushed to the residence.

They must quickly arrange for a messenger to convey the news to Shaharul on the grassland.

Shaharul is the fourth son of Timur. He is very outstanding. After knowing the effectiveness of cement, he will definitely support it strongly.

The streets were bustling with people, and Pilma Heima's conversation with the Mongolian foreign minister was not too taboo, because they used Turkic language and did not worry about others knowing their communication.

Many small foreign ministers are like this. When chatting privately, they will use their own language.

"The accents these two guys speak make me really tired."

As soon as Pirma Heima and the Mongolian foreign minister left, two lean men who had been hiding next to them came out.

One of them complained.

"Come on, it's pretty good. I can generally understand it. If they use the Turkic language from Samarkand, that would be a big problem."

The older man said.

"Hey, Old Li Tou, don't say anything. If that's the case, I'd still listen more easily. You have to know that I grew up in the Western Regions."

Hearing what Old Li Tou said, the younger man argued.

Lao Litou was too lazy to answer and urged: "Okay, only you can do it. Go back to the Yamen. We have gained a lot this time."

The young Jin Yiwei pursed his lips: "What can be gained? None of these foreign ministers have the idea of ​​​​plowing cement. Our report is just a registration."

Lao Litou said with a smile: "You guys, you have to practice more, the benefits are all in your mouth, and you can still get away with it."

"On weekdays, I want you to use your brain more and stop focusing on women. It's about him writing a letter to Shaharul on the grassland."

Young Jin Yiwei was confused and didn't understand.

Old Li Tou could only continue to explain: "What is the content of this letter? It naturally talks about the benefits of cement, and the key is money."

"Shaharu on the grassland, the fourth son of Timur, is said to be a man of great talent and strategy, and can win every battle. Such a person will definitely not be stingy with money after knowing the formula of cement."

The young Jin Yiwei was still a little confused: "What does that have to do with us?"

Old Li was so angry that he slapped the rotten wood on the head, making him scream.

Then he scolded: "You guys are really stupid. You don't even think about how far it is from the grassland to our capital."

"They must have come secretly to transport money like this, and they will not report it to our court."

"If something happens on the road and money is lost, what does it have to do with our Ming Dynasty?"

"Even if there is any guess, it is just a dumb person who eats Coptis chinensis and cannot express his suffering."

"You may say that this contribution is great or not."

Young Jin Yiwei's eyes were shining, and he was mumbling with laughter, "Big! Big! Big!"

Seeing this hopeless look, Old Li Tou wanted to slap him again.

But immediately, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Such merit is enough for the two of them to be promoted to the rank of Jinyiwei Xiaoqi.

Don't underestimate Jinyiwei Xiaoqi. Although he is only from the seventh rank, he is still an official and the power in his hands is not small.

The most important thing is that according to the latest regulations, this kind of reward is not small.

Thinking of his son, Lao Litou felt hot in his heart: "Let's go back to the Yamen, so as not to have a long night and many dreams."

Old Li Tou and Xiao Young are just a microcosm of the members of Jinyiwei.

Almost all foreign ministers are under the strict supervision of Jin Yiwei.

No matter which small country you are from or what language you speak, you can find the corresponding translation here at Jinyiwei.

For example, the Oubaluo craftsmen Zhu Ying recruited from across the ocean can also answer questions fluently here at Jinyiwei.

For Jin Yiwei, any language that is currently known, no matter how small it is, must have someone to learn it.

This is the foundation of a great country.

It is March in the capital, and spring is warm and flowers are blooming.

Zhu Ying woke up from her sleep, a familiar fragrance circulated, and she immediately opened her eyes.

What caught his eye was Ye Yueqing's slightly shy face.

She has bright eyes and a blush on her crystal cheeks.

This morning rhythm made Zhu Ying's throat roll and her mouth became dry.

Looking at each other for an instant, Ye Yueqing quickly lowered her head to avoid it.

My heart is like a deer bumping around.

Zhu Ying glanced at him and saw that Guo Zhong, who was usually by his side, was not in the room at the moment.
To be continued...