The weather suddenly became hot.

Overnight, it seemed like midsummer was coming.

The sun slanting westward was still emitting hot heat, and cicadas were screaming wildly on the street trees.

Most of the pedestrians who traveled and walked around were wearing short clothes, rolled up their sleeves high, and swayed across the market with their shirtless hands.

But Han Wei is old and like an ordinary old man, he is afraid of the cold and is still wrapped tightly. He sits cross-legged in the carriage, just opening the window for a little breathable.

Han Li was also hot, and she was already sweating profusely before she came in, but after entering this can-like carriage, the hot sweat turned into cold sweat.

Han Li knelt down in front of Han Wei tremblingly, feeling uneasy. Yesterday, she passed Xiangzhou and the state would hold a banquet to entertain her. Her father lost his dignity at the banquet, and his grandfather immediately lost his good face.

Today, I invited my grandfather to get in the car, and Han Li came to invite him. His father, Han Zongru, did not dare to get close to him at all.

Han Li was also serving lunch, but now he was almost at the ferry, and Han Li was sent by his father again.

"Dad ordered his grandson to come and ask Weng Weng, "Weng Weng is tired now, and Weng Weng is tired. Should he just rest at this ferry for a night and cross the river tomorrow morning."

Han Wei seemed to have not heard his grandson's words, but just pinched Ruyi in his hand: "Is the ship ready?"

The hairs on Han Li's neck stood up, "The official boat was parked on the dock."

"Then cross the river!" Han Wei shouted and almost overturned the roof of the car.

He almost regarded the Ruyi in his hand as his son, twisting his hands with both hands, wishing he could break it.

"Your father is not thinking about me, the old man. It's not because I'm tired, it's because he's tired!" Han Wei's face turned black, and Yu Ruyi was almost twisted off. "I'm so fat like a pig, and I still eat so much. How much face has the family lost all the way through?"

Han Wei's eldest son Han Zongru has always been delicious. He doesn't mention three meals a day, but also keeps snacks. The best mutton is, and other delicacies are never rejected. When it comes to food, the better adjective is Taotie. The worse one is the sentence Han Wei scolded just now.

Han Li was sweating profusely on her head and back, and she lowered her head and dared not tell. To be honest, Han Li had not been a disaster for her father on weekdays, but this time her grandfather's anger was unprecedented.

Speaking of which, I lost someone in front of the Han family in Anyang, Xiangzhou yesterday, which made my grandfather lose face. If I hadn't met Han Qi's descendants, my grandfather wouldn't have been so annoyed - after all, I'm used to it.

Han Li lowered her eyebrows and listened to her grandfather scolding her father very much. Finally, when her grandfather was tired and took a breath, she hurriedly stepped forward and took a drink and handed it to her grandfather's mouth.

After taking the drink handed over by his grandson, Han Zhen finally became less angry. After taking a sip of tea, he asked, "Since your father can be so embarrassing at the table, why don't he dare to come over to see the old man?"

Han Li whispered: "Dad said that he was afraid that Weng Weng would get angry when he saw him."

Han Zhen's voice suddenly rose eight degrees higher, "Don't I be angry if I don't see him?"

After a while, Han Li left Han Zhen's carriage and returned to the front.

Han Zongru sat in the middle of the carriage. The fat man looked like a meat mountain spirit, swallowing a piece of cold cake with his upper body naked, and the circles of fat meat were covered with shiny oil sweat.

He was shaking the puff fan in his hand, and two maids waved the fans in front and behind. Even so, he was still covered in sweat.

Seeing that his son finally came back, the fat man hurriedly threw the cold cake in his hand into his mouth and ate it, and then started to laugh. However, when he smiled like this, the flesh on his face squeezed his facial features so much that he was almost out of sight. "Have your grandfather's anger subsided?"

Han Li sat down, "Weng Weng drank some drinks and rested first."

Han Zongru shook the fan and smiled even more happily, "I'll just say that. Why is your grandfather still willing to get angry when he sees his grandson?"

Han Li was upset and said hard, "But Weng Weng also said, "Let's cross the river today."

But Han Zongru didn't care, but he smiled with a clever smile, "Your grandfather is getting stronger and angry. If you don't give a breath, you can't stop. This time, I gave you a ugly look on your father, and then I'll be relieved."

"Wen Weng also said, Dad, you'd better think more about what to do in the capital. The third uncle is no longer here, and the family is going to be more difficult, Dad should think more about it."

Han Jiang died of illness, which was a big blow to the Han family. Without this, this old husband who had a relationship with Han Gang, the Lingshou Han family immediately lost the weight of speaking in the court.

Han Zhen and Han Wei are only one step away from both mansions, but due to their position, they not only have no friendship with the Dukes of the Dangsu, but also have never been able to cross this mere step.

After the two of them crossed the 70-year-old barrier, the chance of getting the Qingluo umbrella became increasingly slim. To this day, when Han Wei returned to Beijing, the court officials still recognized him or not, and it is really hard to say now.

It is related to the fate of the Han family, but Han Zongru still seems to be careless. He repeatedly said it, but it doesn't feel that it comes from the bottom of his heart.

Han Li couldn't get angry with her father either. The young man in his early twenties could only hold his breath, "I'll arrive at the dock later, Daddy must get off the bus earlier."

"Okay! OK!" Han Zongru still agreed, but soon lamented again, "Follow your grandfather to go out, you have to endure hardship."

Han Zongru was bulky and was most afraid of heat. If he could rest more, he would definitely not be willing to move more.

It's afternoon now, and it's the hottest time. If you want to cross the Yellow River today, he has to serve his father on the boat at the dock first, then go to the other side, and wait until he meets the officials from Baima County to pay homage to Han Zhen before he can go back and rest. He will be sunburned all the way. If he crosses the river early tomorrow morning, he will not be busy outside when the hottest time of the day.

He said that it was to make Han Zhen vent his anger, so he deliberately asked to rest at the ferry tonight, but if Han Zhen agreed to cross the river tomorrow morning, Han Zongru would only be happier.

Unfortunately, Han Zongru failed to get what he wanted. He shook his folding fan, "It's such a hot day, unloading the truck is a troublesome. I've brought too many things. There is nothing in the capital, so why bother to bring a carriage with me?"

Looking out the window, he sighed again, "I said I wanted to build a bridge on the Yellow River. I have been talking for several years, but I haven't seen the following. When can I build the bridge and let the train cross the river all the way."

Han Li resisted the voice, "The bridge needs to be built on the Yellow River, at least seven or eight miles. How can the bridge be built so long in the world and can be connected to the train? The water flow of the Yellow River is so turbulent that the floating bridge will be bent. How can the track be laid?"

Han Zongru shook his head. He, a very playful fat man, didn't show off in front of his son, "It's not that he wants to build a floating bridge."

As early as the seventh year of Xining, the rebuilding of the Golden Dike of the Yellow River began. The court proposed to build a floating bridge on the Yellow River.

However, there are ice floods in spring and peach blossom floods, and summer is even more flood seasons. It is very difficult to build a floating bridge across the Yellow River. Although there is indeed a floating bridge across the Yellow River today, the bridge is only available when the water is slow and there is less ice in autumn. Spring and summer can only depend on luck, and even the Taiping train cannot pass, let alone the train.

Han Zongru fanned himself with the wind, "The best way is to build a bridge pier in the middle of the river, and then arched one by one, so that you can build a bridge across the Yellow River."

"Bridge piers? What kind of bridge piers can block the Yellow River flood?"

If you want to build a bridge on the pond in your garden, you must first set up a bridge pier and then put up the bridge board. Han Li has seen this. If you want to use this bridge building method to build a bridge over the Yellow River, Han Li will only think it is a whimsical idea.

"If a bridge pier that cannot be destroyed by floods can be built in the middle of the Yellow River, the Golden Dike of the Yellow River will not collapse."

In recent years, the Yellow River embankment from Luoyang to Daming section has become stronger and stronger. In addition, the strategy of conveying water and sand has caused the riverbed to continue to fall down, so there is no need to worry about the flooding of the Yellow River. However, there was still a breach below Daming. However, it was near the north, and the flooding of the eastward flowing floods was not dense, and the losses were not large. When the water was slow in autumn, it was blocked. But this was a dam collapse, and Zhang Dun and Han Gang of the dynasty were also criticized.

In Han Li's view, unless a stone mountain can be built in the river, it can be used as a bridge pier for building bridges.

"It's fine in theory. It has been discussed many times in Nature, but now the construction skills and materials cannot keep up."

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In Han Li's view, the new words that Han Zongru talked about, in his opinion, the one who studies Qi most in his family is not necessarily his father, but he is definitely the one who is most affected.

The train heading south quickly arrived at the ancient ferry of Liyang, but there was a man standing here, waiting for Han Zhen and his party to arrive.

"Fang Xing? Isn't this a guest of Mr. Han's house?" Han Zongru pinched the famous stitch with his fat short fingers, glanced at it and handed it to his son, "Send it to your grandfather."

Han Li responded excitedly. The prime minister sent his confidant guests to come and welcomed them two hundred miles away. This was a rare honor, and it also showed the prime minister's intention to show kindness. But he came out soon after he entered, and the excitement on his face disappeared. He returned Fang Xing's Mingladi to Han Zongru, "Weng Weng said that he was tired and didn't want to meet guests, just ask my father to receive him."

"What's the point of being gambled?" Han Zongru shook the folding fan, grinning and frowned, looking like a headache.

Han Li couldn't help but urge, "Dad, it's better to hurry up. It would be bad if Mr. Han misunderstood."

"Don't worry about this. That Mr. Han is not the kind of petty person. He can't feel at ease with your grandfather. His subordinates are also here to contact him, not to find unhappy."

Han Li was relieved.

He knew very well that his father had extremely meticulous thoughts under his stupid appearance. He seemed lazy and had no intention of going to school, so he had to be a slutty man. He was completely a standard playboy, but if there was something wrong at home, his grandfather would definitely discuss with his father.

Just look at my grandfather’s scolding, and this time I went south to the capital and brought my father out, we can tell my grandfather’s trust in my father.

Han Zongru didn't complain for too long, and soon invited Fang Xing in.

Han Zhen did not show up, and Han Zongru was just a Dali Temple Chief without a job. Fang Xing's famous letter was not easy to keep, so he returned it.

Fang Xing came here, as everyone knew, to be a lobbyist for Han Gang, but when Fang Xing opened his mouth, Han Li was shocked.

"Sicheng Township is located in the north, close to the Northern Territory. I think the enemy must be familiar with the feelings. Therefore, I dare to ask Sicheng how many years will it be before the Northern Territory invasion?"

Will the Northern Barbarians invade?!

After the news of the story of the prime ministers following Yi Yin, Han Li and his brothers speculated with their brothers whether the Liao people would take the opportunity to invade.

The Empress Dowager and the Prime Minister imprisoned the Emperor. The Liao people could indeed make a fuss about this and raise their troops to go south. But if the Liao people want to invade the south, they have to look at their strength. The circle of the northern border filled with artillery is not a decoration.

The Liao people went south to plunder, not to die. Seeing that Hebei was always on guard, they dared not seek death.

So the family can rest assured. This is the inference of Han Li and his cousins. But his father obviously doesn't think so.

"If the Liao people do not invade within ten years, their financial plans will definitely not be able to support them." Han Zongru's small eyes flashed with a light of wisdom. "The Liao Kingdom made guns and cannons, and all industries were military industry, and they were completely unable to benefit the people."

"One is not to do it, and two is not to do it. Those who do not do it have the knowledge of the Liao lord. Those who cannot do it have a problem, and the Liao people are eager to see the Song goods. The goods in their country are expensive and inferior, so no one cares about them."

After the Song and Liao countries completely liberalized border transactions, the handicraft workshops in Liao were shattered by industrial products from the south.

In order to engage in an arms race with the Song Dynasty, the Liao Kingdom had no extra production capacity to fight against dumping in the south.

Moreover, after the Liao Kingdom occupied Japan, there was still a large amount of hard currency such as silver and gold, and there was no urgency to tighten the fence.

But gold, silver and copper are limited, and Yelu Yixin will not endure such trade that suffered great losses for too long. When will the Liao Kingdom start blocking the country and when will the war begin?
Chapter completed!