"Ache..."

Hao Fenglou, who was holding his legs up and continuing to eat tea in the court with his lamp on his face, couldn't help but sneeze.

No matter what, he never thought that his "beating" caused people's suspicion.

Originally, Zhu Qian was very clever, and deliberately made some "style" problems and waited for the Jinyiwei to take them back. In fact, the inspector of the Censorate had also come here and was indeed very fond of this. After hearing that the prostitutes in the shipyard were unscrupulous, they immediately seemed like a fly saw a smelly egg. After asking questions again and again, they lost all their thoughts. They specifically wanted to make a fuss around this matter, which was enough for the commission. Therefore, the subsequent inspection was completely dealt with. After going through the motions, they immediately went back to think about writing an impeachment memorial.

What Zhu Qian didn't expect was that in the eyes of Lord Hao, this was not a thing at all. He didn't know that Lord Hao almost had a pimp. As for the former Hao Fenglou, he could eat, drink, whore and gambling.

How could such a person take this kind of thing seriously? It's just to meet the needs, what's the point? Hao Fenglou is neither Liu Xiahui nor a scholar who reads the books of sages. He is full of benevolence and righteousness and is full of dirty thoughts. So after hearing this, he actually felt that it was natural and did not care at all.

But, it was precisely because of his natural attitude that attracted Zhu Qian's vigilance.

Such a big style problem involves lax supervision, so you don’t even ask. What does this mean? Of course, this person has a huge intention and has never taken this matter at all. It’s not that he beats you, but that he is killing you.

No matter how calm Zhu Qian was, he couldn't calm down. He seemed to have something hidden, and he was restless.

For several consecutive days, the Jinyiwei was stationed here, checking the accounts back and forth. And that Lord Hao was like a clay Buddha, sitting here to drink tea every day. Otherwise, he would walk back and forth in this shipyard.

This deepened Zhu Qian's uneasiness, but he was helpless.

He was no longer concerned about the matters in the shipyard. While waiting for news from the palace, he was paying attention to Hao Fenglou's actions.

However, Na Teju would complain every now and then, which made Zhu Qian ask for it. At least he could get some news from it.

"Sir. These people are really too harsh and don't even let go of the cable workshop..."

"What's the matter? Let's check it out. It's better to be detailed and it can also be suspected of washing our shipyard. Isn't the cable accounts clear all the time?"

"This may not be necessary. As long as it is done in production, there will be waste...this...this..."

Zhu Qian immediately understood. It was probably because the lower-level men and helpers had gained some benefits in some small profits, but Zhu Qian didn't know about these things. After all, he was a doctor, and he didn't know about the lower-level men.

Zhu Qian was really angry and funny, but he didn't have time to meddle in this, and then said, "It's okay to have less of these accounts, it's always a good idea. Even if there are some vague things, there will be no storm. But what else are you asking about?"

"Oh, yes, then Lord Hao asked about shipbuilding?"

"Shipbuilding?"

"And the boatman..."

Zhu Qian's face changed and he said, "What boatman?"

"This...is just a casual question."

Zhu Qian couldn't help but have a cold war and waved his hand and said, "You go."

Zhu Qian became more careful, but the more he was afraid of anything he was.

Two days after that, Hao Fenglou actually came to the door.

"Hao Qianshi, please sit down."

Hao Fenglou had a smile on his face, but this smile was clearly a poisonous snake spitting out a letter in Zhu Qian's eyes, which made Zhu Qian very uncomfortable, but he had to patiently say, "I wonder what will happen to Hao Qianshi come?"

Hao Fenglou sat down and said, "Don't you know if you are busy?"

Zhu Qian hurriedly said, "No, no, no."

"Then I'll come here to ask for some tea from the adults."

Zhu Qian smiled and hurriedly ordered people to pick up the Wuyi rock tea he had collected. After serving the tea, he said, "Xiaoguan is from Fujian and loves rock tea only. You may try it. If you think it's good, Xiaguan still has a few kilograms..."

Hao Fenglou took a bite and couldn't help but nodded, "Good tea."

Zhu Qian was guessing Hao Fenglou's purpose in his heart, thinking that it was mostly indirect and wanted to find something from him, so he was extremely vigilant.

Unexpectedly, Hao Fenglou said: "No wonder Doctor Zhu supervised the shipyard matters. It turned out that he was from Fujian. These Fujianese are the best at building ships."

Before Zhu Qian could touch the situation, Hao Fenglou said again: "When it comes to this ship, I am actually a little interested. The adults are from Fujian and have a control over the shipyard. I think they are quite proficient in this shipbuilding, right?"

Zhu Qian's heart skipped a moment, and he suddenly felt Hao Fenglou's malicious intentions. He wanted to say that he was not proficient, but then he thought about it and hoped to use this to test Hao Fenglou's intentions, so he said lightly: "This... know a little bit..."

Hao Fenglou was excited and said, "This is great, I also want to ask Doctor Zhu for advice."

Zhu Qian narrowed his eyes and sneered in his heart: "I'm afraid the test of your Jinyiwei is almost the same. Just right, I'll try it, I'll try it too." So he threw out the bait first and told him all about shipbuilding.

"The palace repeatedly urged, but the shipyard was helpless... This shipbuilding is different from the manufacturing bureau's weapons. The seawater is the most corrosive wood. Therefore, it not only strictly selects wood, but also takes several years to turn the raw material into clinker. Since the sea ban, the storage of clinker has become less and less, which is almost nothing. Therefore, it is impossible for Your Majesty to build many sea ships next year. The process during this period is long and not a day's work."

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"Fu Ship? No, no, no, Song Ship is not small in scale, but now it is insufficient. Since it is going to travel to the West, carrying so many horses, forage, food, and even cargo, and so many people eat, drink, defecate and even cargo on the ship. Although the lucky ship is good, it is not enough to demonstrate its national prestige. The Ministry of Works has also made some improvements based on the ships of its predecessors... Mr. Hao, you don't know, what you are going to build is a treasure ship, which is at least forty or fifty feet long and eighteen feet wide. The cabin at the bottom is a ship tower at the top, and 9 masts can hang 12 sails, and the anchor weighs at least a few thousand kilograms..."

"There are also horse ships. This horse ship is not big, not as big as a treasure ship. It can carry thousands of people at a time. This is specially used to load grain..."

"Yes, there are warships. Since they are warships, there is no need to be so bloated. What warships need is speed. If they are as large as treasure ships, they are inconvenient to move. What should they do if they encounter enemy situations..."

While talking about something aimlessly, Zhu Qian secretly observed Hao Fenglou's reaction.

Hao Fenglou listened very seriously, and this confirmed Zhu Qian's judgment. The man named Hao hoped that he would show his strength and wanted to get useful information from his words. But... what was he inquiring about? Could it be that he had found out about his own affairs?

The more I thought about it, the more I became frightened. Fortunately, Zhu Qian was quite steady and he was not panicked. He still said calmly: "The skills of shipbuilding..."

Hao Fenglou suddenly said, "Let's wait!"

Zhu Qian's heart skipped a beat and couldn't help but look at Hao Fenglou.

But when Hao Fenglou smiled, he said, "Dr. Zhu, I can't remember what you said. Why not do this? Please don't be there. I'll go and get the pen and ink, you say, I'll write."

"This... Could it be..." Zhu Qian's face looked a little ugly, and he couldn't help but think: "Did you miss something just now? Did you reveal your flaws? What's wrong with what's wrong with this sentence? Look at the appearance of Hao, isn't I saying something wrong?"

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, but he could not refuse it when it came to this.

He had to wait for Hao Fenglou to order someone to get the pen and ink. The guy quickly took the paper and pen, looked up at Zhu Qian and smiled, "Sir, continue talking."

Zhu Qian had no choice but to say: "The most important thing about this ship is the keel..."

Hao Fenglou remembered very quickly, his handwriting was very sloppy, and he used cursive script, just like a ghostly talisman. Zhu Qian glanced there from time to time, and at this time he looked at Hao Fenglou a little high.

I originally thought that Hao Fenglou was just a vulgar martial artist, but you can tell the depth of the ink by looking at the characters. For example, the word "玉" written by Hao Fenglou is used as a chrono, but the general official documents are top and bottom. There are many ways to write Chinese characters. Hao Fenglou did not use it, but used it. It can be seen that this guy knows at least two ways to write it. In the Ming Dynasty, where most of them are illiterate, he is quite good at it.

However... Zhu Qian was really not interested in thinking about this. What he was thinking about now was what this guy was thinking about? Did he take it seriously?

Hao Fenglou did not allow him to think randomly and kept urging: "Dr. Zhu, you said that this iron anchor requires three thousand kilograms, so how much cable is?"

Zhu Qian had to answer patiently.

After the two of them, Hao Fenglou wrote wildly again, and before he knew it, more than an hour passed.

Hao Fenglou still seemed to be unsatisfied, but when it was time for dinner, he was hungry and had to say, "Dr. Zhu, I'm so disturbing. Let's just be here today. I just don't know, you have said so much, but I don't know if there are any drawings?"

"This... I'm afraid Curry has..."

Hao Fenglou smiled and said, "This is great. You might as well lend me some money and I will ask someone to copy one."

Zhu Qian didn't know whether to respond or not. He always felt that there was a bit of viciousness behind Hao Fenglou's smile, as if he was a wild beast to choose people, but he couldn't refuse at this time. He had to say, "Okay, I'll order the clerk to take it, Lord Hao is not there."

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Chapter 3 is here. Recently, there was a lot of scolding. The tiger knew it was wrong and must change it and be a new person. But this week is really a tragedy. Click and recommendation are tragic. The monthly ticket is terrible. Someone has already exploded the tiger. The tiger finally called so many tickets, but it ended up losing again. This is a tragedy without the halo of the protagonist. As expected, all kinds of tragedies can give you a little hope in this tragedy. Please reward some monthly tickets. (To be continued...)
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