Chapter 122: Looking at the blueprints, old people are not simple
"Say boy, did you see that I'm special and that's why you invited me to drink?" The old gentleman looked slovenly.
He touched his nose with his hand and wiped it on his leg. Jiang Yang was speechless for a while.
This is really informal.
And... amazingly confident.
Jiang Yang was a little speechless, but he still said: "The younger generation feels that the old gentleman is not ordinary free and easy. Meeting each other is just a pot of wine, so what's the harm in inviting the old gentleman to drink?"
"You have a discerning mind. I'll tell you that the quality of that company's workmanship was so inferior. If I hadn't told you, it would have been discarded garbage." The old man hunched over his waist and spoke with a beaming smile, showing off his own.
"Hunter, let me tell you, if the thing I built was so bad, I would be killed by a collision. Isn't this a waste of resources?"
Jiang Yang felt happy when he heard this, and asked casually: "May I ask where the old gentleman was employed?"
"Back then, I..." The old man was about to say it smoothly, but after looking at Jiang Yang with a wary face for a while, he said: "Don't worry about it, you just know that I am the best in the world!"
"Really?" Jiang Yang laughed. It seemed that the man in front of him was very conceited.
That's fine, that's what makes it interesting.
Soon the two of them came to the Dongli Restaurant with Shi Gaofeng and several guards, and ordered a few dishes and a jar of wine.
As for why I chose this restaurant, it is naturally because this restaurant has liquor shipped from Xia Mi County.
And now it has been sold for more than one hundred taels per jar.
It's really outrageous. He still underestimated this rich man.
As the saying goes, the Qing Dynasty government, in order to rule the people, made them run around for a living without thinking about progress, and imprisoned their thoughts.
After rigorous calculations, the average annual income of each person reaches thirty-three taels.
Not much, right? As luck would have it, it costs about thirty-five taels for a year's worth of food and drink.
The common people farmed and sold grain to pay taxes day after day. They contributed to the development of the Qing Dynasty and became a cold number rolling in the torrent of history.
Let’s not talk about this anymore, it’s boring and annoying.
Closer to home, although the Tang Dynasty seems to be in decline, the upper class people control a lot of property, so they can afford to drink this wine no matter how expensive it is.
Is this wine? This is a status symbol!
"Tsk, tsk, this wine is good." The old man took a sip and was amazed.
Jiang Yang also took a sip of tea and said, "The food is not bad, old sir, try it."
"Hahaha, young man, you are polite."
When the food was almost done, Jiang Yang smiled and said: "I think the old gentleman is not an ordinary person. I have a blueprint here. I wonder if the old gentleman would like to see it?"
As he said this, he asked someone to bring pens, ink, paper and inkstones from the counter below.
Jiang Yang drew the equipment required for iron smelting in the blast furnace, and then also drew a simple drawing of a flintlock gun.
The old man was picking his teeth there, but when he looked at Jiang Yang's painting, he really wasn't interested at all.
What the hell?
Forget about being soft-spoken. When you talk about him for a while, scold him gently.
But when he saw Jiang Yang's drawing of the blast furnace and briefly mentioned the pig iron entrance and other words, he realized that this blast furnace was unusual.
Looking at the simple drawing of a flintlock gun, although it is a small object, it is very delicate.
"Mr., what do you think of these two drawings?" Jiang Yang said with a smile, "I think the old man can see something with his eyes."
"This furnace... should be used for making iron." The old man frowned and said, "It's just that I have never seen such a method of making iron."
"Hahaha, to be honest, old man, when you said that the rake you made can be used for two or three years, I believed you, because the farm tools made in Xiami County don't say two or three years, but five! Ten years.
Everything can be used." Jiang Yang added in his mind, as long as it is not deliberately damaged.
"Oh?" The old man's eyes were startled and he muttered silently: "Xiami County?"
"Yes, old sir, I see you have nowhere to go, why not follow me to Xiami County?" Jiang Yang said with a smile: "If you can still use your remaining energy by then, Xiami County will definitely not treat you badly."
"Is there such a stove in Xiami County?" the old man asked.
"Yes! And there is iron that is ten times stronger than the outside, and there are all kinds of exquisite drawings." Jiang Yang knew what these people were good at.
Just study things you don’t understand. I have plenty of them.
If you really have time, I can get you a blueprint of a tank and you can study it for us. Of course, this is a joke.
The old gentleman did not agree immediately. Instead, he picked up the drawing with both hands and held it up to the light, squinting carefully to read it.
He muttered repeatedly: "Wonderful, how can it be like this? It really is a good thing."
Jiang Yang drank and ignored him. After a while, the old man put down the blast furnace drawings and looked at the flintlock drawings carefully.
After a while, the old gentleman breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Is this...a firearm?"
"Firearms." Jiang Yang nodded, knowing that this had a great impact on the old gentleman.
Firearms in this era have not yet reached this level.
"Is it feasible?"
"Wouldn't you know if you try it?"
Jiang Yang bought a pass.
The old gentleman pondered for a moment, then suddenly took a sip of wine and said: "Okay! Then you can go and take a look!"
"Hahahaha, okay." Jiang Yang also laughed heartily, and then started drinking.
However, if the old gentleman asked a few words about some technical issues on the drawing, Jiang Yang would explain them one by one.
Are you considered an intellectual or a scientific elite? Curiosity is a normal thing.
But the show was about to end, and the old man suddenly whispered: "To be honest, don't underestimate me, kid. I was very good at building ships! Back then..."
The rest of the words were unclear in the hotel after drinking too much, but Jiang Yang remembered them.
shipbuilding?
It's not far from the Japanese country where the Japanese pirates, bah bah bah, lived a good life.
Boats don't need to be too complicated to get there.
In this way, if you have a port, you can open up Japan's market from here. If you go up to Korea and go down to Malacca, wouldn't you have the right to speak on the sea?
At that time, wouldn't it be better to hold a strong ship and a cannon in his left hand and bulk commodities in his right hand to quickly capture their wealth in his own hands?
Jiang Yang was mostly awake from the wine, and he scolded Li You again in his heart. What a lousy place he chose, Xiami County. It was terrible.
After muttering a few words and returning to the inn, Jiang Yang asked the waiter to open a new room for the old gentleman.
When we were drinking just now, the old gentleman reported his name, saying his surname was Mu, but he didn't mention his name at all.
After a good night's rest, Shi Gaofeng had already prepared the gifts prepared by the county magistrate according to Jiang Yang's wishes the next day.