Chapter 42: Dragon and Tiger

"No, let me talk to you again." Ye Zhao looked at Davis, the young British man in front of him incredibly.

Davis was in his fifties, bald, with his hair lost its luster, with a pair of glasses, and his dark brown eyes were cloudy, but when he talked about it, his theory was immediately energetic and his eyes became sharper.

"The internal combustion engine I am planning to study uses compression ignition method to highly compress the air sucked into the cylinder so that its temperature exceeds the fuel's self-ignition temperature. Then, high-pressure air is used to blow the fuel into the cylinder to catch fire and burn. If I estimate that's right, the thermal efficiency ratio will be very high."

Speaking of this, the old man said to Ye Zhao sincerely: "Sir, I am not a Frankenstein. I think my research has great hope of success and will also bring you excellent economic benefits. I just want to confirm my theory. If it is successful, all the results will belong to Mr., please help me."

Obviously, the old man has received cold treatment in Europe. Now Ye Zhao is his last hope for economic support. He is extremely worried that Ye Zhao will also disdain him like the wealthy businessmen in Europe.

Ye Zhao thought for a while and said, "What engine do you think you need to use diesel as fuel?"

The old man held his glasses and was obviously guilty and said awkwardly: "Yes."

No, gas internal combustion engines have just appeared, and the refining of diesel is extremely cumbersome. His idea is really unacceptable. Even if his theory is correct, the power engine is successfully manufactured, but the cost is too high, and it seems that there is no use value at all and does not conform to the economic benefits ratio.

The old man explained unwillingly, "But, sir, I believe that this gas engine is very powerful and I will definitely find a way to use it in the commercial field." He said a little discouraged, and he felt that its commercial prospects were bleak.

Ye Zhao was silent on his face, but he thought quickly. Although he didn't understand the internal combustion engine, listening to the old man's explanation and looking at the sketch he drew, he felt that this was a compressed ignition internal combustion engine, and it was also a diesel. If this could be really made, how important would it be? It has epoch-making significance for himself and China.

In fact, internal combustion engines have been developing slowly in Europa. It is because trains have just become popular and not many people have focused on internal combustion engines. After all, this small power is not worth mentioning compared to the steam engine.

However, various internal combustion engine theories have long been formed. If someone is willing to fund it with a keen eye, it might be possible to really make the diesel internal combustion engine come out early.

As for the cost, although it seems to be a little expensive nowadays, with the development of the oil raw material industry and the maturity of diesel and gasoline separation technology, this is not a problem. Moreover, the application of diesel engines will naturally promote the development of the oil raw material industry. The various technological developments that are connected with each other are a mutually promoting process.

With the release of diesel engines, wouldn’t it be possible to build cars?

In Guangzhou and Qiongya, I started to plant rubber trees last year. It was just because this was a strategic resource. The sooner I had, the better, so as not to get into trouble if I had a feud with the European countries in the future, there would inevitably be troubles in introducing tree species. Now, I have a foresight.

If the diesel engine is tinkered out, it will inevitably be applied to the vehicle, and rubber raw materials are essential.

What's more, how could this diesel engine be used only for civilian purposes?

Thinking about the vehicles and weapons that I know, Ye Zhao was a little enthusiastic. If the most primitive infantry fighting vehicle became his secret weapon, how cunning would it be?

And even if the diesel engine cannot succeed, this old man seems to have a lot of achievements in dynamics, so why not stay? Let’s say what I am most worried about is that after introducing the shipbuilding factory, he cannot obtain Europa’s ship turbine technology and can only buy finished turbine products from them. These foreigners did this during the Westernization Movement. After the New China, they did this again. Will they be exceptional to themselves? If Mr. Davis helps, it would not be too difficult to create domestic turbines at the advanced level in the world today. Li Hongzhang can rely on domestic craftsmen to imitate the earth's turbines, so he must be more exciting than he did, right?

Seeing that Ye Zhao was frowning and silent, the old man was nervous, afraid that the Chinese nobleman would reject him.

Finally, Ye Zhao raised his head, stood up with a smile and stretched out his hand: "Okay, Mr. Davis, I agree to fund you. You can go to Foshan, the Iron and Steel Company, and the Arsenal will fully cooperate with your research work. There are various iron-pulling molds and other equipment, which should meet all your needs."

The little old man was immediately ecstatic and held Ye Zhao's hand tightly with both hands: "Thank you, thank you, Lord Duke, I will definitely not disappoint you."

Ye Zhao smiled and nodded.

The Xiguan Inventors Club has received batches of European visitors back and forth, and the entertainment expenses have been used for thousands of taels of silver, but these inventors are almost all "imaginations".

But my efforts were finally in vain. If Davis' invention was really good, it would be worth it.

...

Sitting on the main seat of the grand long pineapple wooden dining table, eating fried eggs, holding Ruyi's "Guangdong Newspaper" that had just been burned with a homemade iron.

The number of newspaper subscriptions is not high at present, and there are no batches of boys who have delivered their newspapers, but the General's Office's Guangdong newspaper office has to submit it early in the morning every day.

The newspaper is freshly released. If you look at it like this, your hands will be completely black. It is probably because the ink is not dry, so you must use an iron to burn it first. This is also the tradition of British royal nobles reading newspapers.

There were two beauties of all sizes sitting on the left side of the dining table. The first one in the left was naturally Rong'er. Originally, Jin'er could not serve the table, but Rong'er liked her very much and did not follow those rules. Jin'er was cautious and kept paying attention to Rong'er's face, helping Rong'er take care of her seasonings and juice.

"My husband, I'm leaving! Go to school!" Seeing that it was too late, Rong'er quickly wiped her mouth with a fragrant chew and jumped off the chair with her little body.

Ye Zhao couldn't help laughing, becoming more and more like a primary school student, and was in a hurry every morning.

"Hold the sandwich and eat it on the way! It's not good to have an empty stomach." Ye Zhao pointed at Rong'er and said, "I'm talking about the bread-cup eggs in the plate."

Rong'er shook her head, carried her beautiful schoolbag and ran out. No matter what, she still had this kind of reserve. She wouldn't really run around the street with food in her hands like a child.

Jin***'s breasts stood up and saw him off, "Sister, go slowly." Rong'er had a gust of wind and disappeared.

Jin***'s milk was stunned for a while before sitting back to the dining table. Then she got idle and began to enjoy breakfast lightly.

"Ruyi, has the money for the month been paid for this month?" Ye Zhao put down the newspaper and asked. Rong'er's studies are tight now, and she doesn't know if she has time to deal with these trivial matters, so she has to follow the rules and care about them.

"Yes, I've sent it down! Everyone is happy. The girls below said that they would raise money to give the mistress a golden phoenix." Ruyi's words naturally mean something. The monthly money of the Duke's Mansion started to use the new silver dollar system this month, and each of them increased their silver, so they were naturally grateful.

For example, the four people who are lucky and lucky, bring wealth and treasure. They used to be two taels of silver, but now they are four silver dollars. The dozen or so girls in the outer room used to be half a month, but now each person has one silver dollar, and each person has a mixed service, and the monthly rate has also increased. Therefore, everyone in the house is full of joy.

Ye Zhao waved his hand and said, "I know that they are filial, so don't waste it, just say what I said."

"Yes." Ruyi agreed softly.

The mother of Jin*** has no right to speak, and the rules of the Duke's Mansion are no better than other places. If it were another family, her concubine would naturally have monthly routines, but she would definitely not be released to do things.

"Jinfeng, you have lost money for the past. You can take the dividends of the shares of the Iron and Steel Company by yourself, how to use it."

Jin***'s mother was stunned and hurriedly said, "How can this be?" She originally thought that she would keep ten taels of silver or twenty taels of silver every month. She was going to find someone who knew how much money she had for her concubines in her family. She could not keep more money or less, so she had to follow the rules.

Ye Zhao said unwillingly: "Just listen to me." To say that the current property system is also a headache, it is mainly because of the patriarchal society. Women have no property rights. Just say that as a concubine, she is strictly her own property and can have private money, but if you say that there is a business outside and there are more than 10,000 taels of silver, you must not.

Ye Zhaodu said this, Jin***'s breasts had to whisper: "Thank you, lord."

"Master, Rui Si is here, it seems that there is something urgent." At the entrance of the restaurant, the pretty girl Jinbao's cute little round face was revealed, and Yingying bowed down.

"Yeah." Ye Zhao slowly stood up.

In the flower hall, Rui Si looked anxious. He had just returned to Guangzhou yesterday, but he didn't expect to encounter a shocking news. He didn't even eat the letter early in the morning and came to see the prince in a hurry.

"Master, Pan Tianxing was captured by Senggelinqin. Slaves should die, they are all incompetent." This time, it can be said that the biggest crisis has been encountered since Ruisi was in charge of the Interior Bureau. Pan Tianxing is the deputy general manager of the Interior Bureau and the second in command. He has been in Zhaoqing, half-light and half-dark. Who knew that the Sang King suddenly sent someone to arrest him, and even threatened to chop his head.

Rui Siwu is like burning inside, but he really has no idea. The monk king, who is not afraid of three points? In other people's eyes, he is just a weed, but if the deputy general manager of the Internal Affairs Bureau loses his head, who will not be in danger of the brothers below? I am afraid that Zhaoqing will become a forbidden place and no one dares to go. When talking about the monk king, will he be afraid of everyone?

Ye Zhao was slightly stunned, "Why were you arrested?"

Rui Si said with a sad face: "He said he had ulterior motives in spying on military affairs, and he also said that he would be executed at noon this day! Master, you, please save him."

At noon, Ye Zhao pulled out his pocket watch and looked at it, frowned, and then shouted to the outside: "Prepare the horse!" and strode out.

...

There is a hill in the east of Zhaoqing City, surrounded by sparse woods. Now there are rows of brave and fierce soldiers standing in front of them, with spears standing far away, and a solemn aura rushing towards you.

This Tugang was originally the place where prisoners were executed by Zhaoqing Prefecture. The thieves who had no one to take the body were often buried on the spot. Over the past hundred and thousands of years, this area was extremely scary at night, and it was extremely intoxicating. Even if the sky was blue and white, no one dared to approach it. Over time, this mass grave became the birthplace of the strange stories of ghosts and ghosts in Zhaoqing City. Some people say that women can often be heard near this Tugang at night, and there were no birds in the woods. Occasionally, a few black crows called "quacked", which made the mass grave look gloomy and terrifying and extremely desolate.

A wooden shed was set up on the mass grave today, and there were several officials sitting in the shed. One of them looked mighty, with thick eyebrows, tiger eyes, lion nose and sea mouth. He sat upright there without being angry and powerful. He was truly an indescribable heroic spirit and an indescribable heroic bone.

This person is not someone else, but a minister who was the leader of the Qing Dynasty. He led the Mongolian princes to sweep the northern expedition of bandits, Senggelinqin, Prince of Bodolgatai.

A few dozen steps in front of the wooden shed, a person was kneeling with a big tie, and a wooden sign was inserted on his neck, his body was covered with scars, as if he had fainted.

Next to the prisoner, the executioner was fat and strong, with a fat face full of flesh. He was holding a nine-ring machete in his arms. The cold air was shining with dark redness in his blood groove. I don’t know how many people’s blood had been drunk.

Looking at the sky, Shengbao, who was sitting beside Senggelinqin, said respectfully: "Prince, it's almost time." He was afraid that things would change soon, but he did not dare to urge this hot and thunderous hero. He was eager to cut off Pan Tianxing's head now and teach Ye Zhao a bloody lesson.

As he spoke, Sheng Bao glanced at the minor official of the Interior Bureau who could not be tortured and fainted, thinking that it was worth it for you to die. With the prince and me, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, you were dying vigorously.

Senggelinqin glanced at the sun, closed her eyes slightly, as it seemed that it was not yet noon.

Shengbao whispered again: "Prince, if you change later, then you will change!" The implication was that Ye Zhao would come.

"Just ask him to see!" The four words, the domineering aura that looked down on the world seemed to rise into the sky.

Sheng Bao felt a little nervous, and he quickly sat upright, and said with a smile: "I would like to ask him to be bored when he knows that he is coming, so he will definitely not dare to stroke the prince's tiger beard."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance, but it came very quickly, with the sound of hooves like thunder, rolling and rolling.

Senggelinqin's tiger eyes suddenly opened, like lightning, and could not look at them.

Sheng Bao's heart was as if he was hit hard by a sledgehammer, and he turned his head quickly, and was shocked, "Is this still a human being?" How could he have such momentum?"

A few miles away, in the rising wind and sand, there was indeed a cavalry, heavy helmets and blue armor, and the conical arrays stabbed like sharp knives. Before they could approach, they were imposing.

"Woo!" A deep and passionate horn sounded.

In front of the execution ground, the rows of soldiers suddenly started to move, "Bang bang bang" the huge tiger-headed wooden shields in the front row fell heavily one by one, and the soil splashed, and spears stretched out from the shield formation. The dense spear tips flashed with a cold light, and the bloodthirsty murderous aura seemed to suddenly fill the world.

Sheng Bao shouted in his heart. The prince is indeed the prince, and he is very brave.

Suddenly, the cavalry had approached, and the knights grabbed the reins of the horses, and the horses neighed, and stopped dozens of steps away from the shield formation and gun forest.

The heavy riders separated like a tide, and a graceful young man rode out, wasn't it Ye Zhao?

"Prince, Jing Xiang is here, forgive me for his crime!" Ye Zhao clasped his fists slightly, his voice clear.

"Young prince, don't have to be too polite!" Senggelin's voice was like a bell, and his power was forcing people. "When I kill the criminal, I will talk to you again!"

Looking up at the sky, Senggelinqin opened his tiger's eyes, reached out and threw down the token, and shouted: "Chun!"

Sheng Bao said in his heart, and indeed, he treated people as nothing, and was like a prince who could be called a hero in the world.

When the token landed, the executioner reached out and pulled the wooden sign behind Pan Tianxing's neck.

"Stop! Whoever touches his hair today! I, Jing Xiang, swear! I will definitely call his descendants and grandchildren, and all their lives are worse than death!" Seeing that the situation was critical, Ye Zhao was ready to persuade Senggelinqin to do nothing, and his face darkened, staring at the executioner who was dozens of steps away, saying word by word.

The executioner's body trembled and he stopped there. Although his face was full of flesh, he was a man with parents and wives. How could he dare to fight against the powerful people of the dynasty?

Senggelinqin snorted coldly, suddenly strode out, took a few steps, grabbed the ghost-headed knife in the executioner's arms, kicked him to the ground, and reached out to catch the criminal's death card behind the neck.

Bakesh and Suna looked at each other and finished speaking. Today, the master will suffer a great loss.

Ye Zhao's face also changed slightly, and he finally slowly raised his hand and shouted: "The gun is coming!"

Bakesh quickly presented the carbine with both hands.
To be continued...