When the old fisherman died, the funeral was extremely sad and honorable. Li Xiao personally supported the coffin, and ministers from various ministries attended the funeral.

There was no emperor, but Sun Chengzong still gave him a posthumous title - Wenzheng! This is the best evaluation of a civil servant. A fisherman who spent the rest of his life tinkering with murderous weapons seemed not to deserve this posthumous title, but the huge Ming court did not

One person objected.

Of course, this posthumous title was awarded after the name of Longwu Emperor Zhu Yihai. This is somewhat strange, but there is no way, there is no emperor in the Ming Dynasty.

According to Yu Lao's last wish, his tomb is next to Xiao Yu's. Perhaps when the King of Hell comes, the old man can reunite with his beloved grandson. Although he doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, Li Xiao still sincerely wishes that Yu Lao will be in another world.

Live a peaceful and happy life.

"I know you have a close friendship with Mr. Yu, but you don't want to marry him and keep filial piety for him! You are the commander-in-chief of the Liao Army, with millions of tigers and wolves under your command. How can you guard the mausoleum here? You are not his son!

"Sun Chengzong's eyes almost fell to the ground when he heard that Li Xiao was going to marry an old fisherman and observe his filial piety.

This overturned his long-term understanding that keeping filial piety should not be something done by friends, but something that only descendants of the family should do. Why are you, an outsider, interfering in this?

"Don't try to persuade me. Although I am not the descendant of Yu Lao, I am also his junior. I took him out of the craftsman camp back then. Over the years, he has worked hard for the weapons in the hands of the Liao army.

For more than ten years, he has not had a day off. Even when I returned to Changxing Island during the Spring Festival and saw him, he was still discussing weapons and equipment with me.

Think about it! After so many years, from the muskets in the hands of the Liao army to the steam engines and generators, there is nothing that has not been soaked with his hard work. To say that the new atmosphere of the Ming Dynasty was brought about by me is better to say that it was him.

brought.

Research expenses are increasing year by year, and tons of money pass through his hands every year. But look, what did Mr. Yu leave behind? Apart from a few bottles of good wine I gave him, there are only a few rags left.

Work clothes.

His eldest son said that the family’s remaining money is only a dozen silver coins.”

"That's not right! The old fisherman's salary is eighty silver coins a month, not to mention that he enjoys special allowances from the imperial court. How...!" Zhang Huangyan was really surprised when he heard this number. If Li

What Xiao said is true, that fisherman is another Hai Rui of the Ming Dynasty.

This needs a lot of publicity!

"The things he does are all dangerous jobs. Many times he does experiments, and if he doesn't do it right, something will go wrong. The result is either death or disability! The salary and allowances of the fisherman over the years have been used to help those who were disabled due to experiments.

Orphans and their families.

Speaking of honesty, he is my role model for officials in the Ming Dynasty to learn from. Although I have never studied the teachings of Confucius and Mencius, I feel that what he has done has surpassed the sages. If he was really selfish, Xiaoyu would not do that just for a few dollars.

thing!"

Li Xiao's words made Zhang Huangyan and Sun Chengzong sigh. Before he took refuge with Li Xiao, Mr. Yu was a complete grassroots, a person who was trampled in the mud. Not to mention the teachings of Confucius and Mencius, he couldn't even recognize a few words.

But it is this kind of person who holds a lot of money in his hands. While researching various advanced facilities for the Ming Dynasty, he also helps the orphans and orphans.

Look at those people who have read the books of sages and talk about the teachings of Confucius and Mencius every day. They drink flowers and wine, look at prostitutes, and carry concubines to their homes from room to room.

Three years to clear the prefecture, a hundred thousand snowflakes of silver! Which official is not corrupt, which official is not greedy. The imperial court set up a Supervision Department to monitor corruption and malfeasance among officials. In fact, a wave of people were investigated and punished, many of them were serious

It's not easy to make a living by being an official.

Complaining in private, laziness, indolence, and inactivity cannot be dealt with. Many times, a simple certification document may not be able to be processed even if it takes several months.

The methods of taking bribes are constantly changing and innovating. Find a relative at home to open a shop. A nail sells for eight silver coins. You can use the nails to give gifts. Basically, you can do anything conveniently. This is still a large number of bribes.

Among the methods, the most obvious one.

In comparison, the old fisherman seems to be too rare. He holds tens of thousands of silver coins in his hands every year, but after his death, he only has a dozen silver coins left in his family. Compared with the disciples and descendants of the sages, he is indeed qualified.

Called a sage.

"But now the fighting is going on in the Ili Valley, and Huzi has lost another battle in India. It's not suitable for you at this time... How about I let him do his best here on your behalf?" Sun Chengzong had no choice but to find a replacement.

Plan comes.

Sun Chengzong himself is a military master, but he increasingly cannot understand the current battlefield. Mangui fought extremely hard in the Ili Valley, and the position was almost eaten inch by inch. They are cavalry, don't they come and go like the wind? Why?

The positional war has begun!

As a last resort, Cao Wenzhao's three divisions were rushing towards the Ili Valley. But it was not easy for a heavy armored division to travel three thousand miles when the roads were blocked!

We have no choice but to rush towards the Ili Valley while building roads. Fortunately, the railway from Yumen to Hami has been built, and the supply line is at least a little shorter.

Li Hu's failure in India is even more incomprehensible. With sufficient artillery support, tens of thousands of troops were defeated after only fighting for a day and a half. If Li Xiu hadn't released a huge amount of poison gas in time, maybe all the troops would have been defeated.

The army was destroyed.

Sun Chengzong was a little confused as to how this battle was fought. If the Tamils ​​were not good at fighting, Mangui led an eight-hundred-year-old Liao army. Many of them had followed Mangui since they were in Pi Island, and they had gone through a series of battles.

, the fighting ability is beyond doubt, why is the fight so difficult?

Neither Li Hu nor Man Gui can do anything about the current situation. Perhaps the only one who can do something is Li Xiao, but Li Xiao has to guard the tomb of the old fisherman for a month at this time. This is simply a joke.

"Commander! This is a critical moment. You can't hide here for a while. At this moment, Wu Sangui may be leading the Indians to besiege Ceylon Island. There are tens of thousands of people from the Second Division there." Zhang Huangyan was very worried.

, Wu Sangui will take advantage of Li Hu's defeat to attack Ceylon Island.

"I know what you are worried about, but it is not as important as my dedication to the fisherman. After this month, I will personally lead the troops to Ceylon Island. Who knows, I will have to spend another year outside this year. Just you guys

Let me do my best!" Li Xiao said firmly.

Sun Chengzong and Zhang Huangyan looked at each other and knew that they could no longer convince Li Xiao. Fortunately, Li Xiao had agreed to go to Ceylon Island to personally command the battle after this month.

The Ming Dynasty is now like a pawn crossing the river, marching towards the Middle East step by step. Ceylon Island is simply a nail nailed to India. Wu Sangui dreamed of taking Ceylon Island back.

After bidding farewell to Sun Chengzong and Zhang Huangyan, Li Xiao personally cut down the wood and built a hut next to the fisherman's tomb. With Shunzi's help, the hut was built very quickly, and it was already in shape in two days.

He dug a drainage ditch along the hut and sprinkled a large circle of lime around the outside. When building the hut, Li Xiao even found scorpions and centipedes in the cracks of the stones. God! Is there such a thing in Liaodong? Invasion of alien species?

Not wanting to be bitten completely by the poison, Li Xiao could only sprinkle a large circle of lime on the edge. This thing is a powerful insect repellent, and it seems that no insects like the smell of lime.

The news that Li Xiao personally guarded Yu Lao's tomb spread, and it immediately attracted unanimous praise both inside and outside the court. The Xu family brothers knelt in front of Yu Lao's tombstone and vowed to serve the Ming Dynasty for a hundred years.

The officials in the capital were also greatly moved. Especially when they learned that Mr. Yu's family property only had a dozen silver coins, they were even more impressed.

If another person were in the position of the fisherman and his family property was less than 10,000 silver coins, he would be considered an honest person.

In various engineering colleges, statues of Mr. Yu are enshrined one after another. Those who have never seen Mr. Yu can only refer to the image of Lu Ban. Many people don’t know what Mr. Yu looks like. They nod frequently after seeing the statue. It turns out that the old man and Master Lu Ban have the same virtues.

.

Students must bow three times to the statue of Mr. Yu before going to class every morning. This has become a person deeply rooted in their hearts. Every student who graduates from the Engineering College vows to become a person like Mr. Yu.

The god-making movement is spreading rapidly across the land of China, and someone has already written to Sun Chengzong to erect a statue of the Fisherman in front of the Meridian Gate. From now on, anyone who has made great contributions to the Ming Dynasty will have their own statue in front of the Meridian Gate.

Some people even want to follow what Wei Zhongxian did and build an ancestral hall for the old fisherman. The difference is that the old fisherman built the ancestral hall after he died, while Wei Zhongxian only built the ancestral hall while he was alive.

A noble personality is always admirable, and young men will be excited by their idols. Those who have been in the officialdom for a long time will not take it seriously.

When talking about Mr. Yu in private, he always curls up his lips. "It's all lies. A bastard in shorts says that his family only has a dozen silver coins for food and money. Isn't this talking in his sleep? Brother Zhang!"

You said, people in this imperial court don’t know how to spin lies well.”

"That's right, who among today's officials can have clean hands and feet? If it's as bright as a mirror and as clear as water, why should this official be so serious about it?"

"Brother Zhang is right, being an official for thousands of miles is just for money. If not for this little privilege, who is addicted to becoming an official? Serve the people as Li Xiao said? Those mud-legged people are worthy of you and me.

Brother, do you want to be a cow or a horse for them? Bah!"

"I just said it was a lie, but the king's boss kept talking to me that day. I didn't bother to pay attention to him. To use that popular saying, they were just brainwashed."

"What has become of a good imperial court? A rat-like person who came out of a craftsman's camp is actually worshiped as a sage. Alas...! The world is not ancient!"

"I heard that the marshal's brother was defeated in India." Brother Zhang was beaming when he spoke, as if he was talking about something festive.

"I've also heard that tens of thousands of people died. But they were all foreigners, and they were called Tamils. Anyway, the names of those untouchables are very strange. I have relatives in the Ministry of War..."

The waiter who served the food walked to the door, heard the conversation inside, and spat hard into the food. Just as he was about to walk in, he was stopped by an old man wearing a turban. While he was frightened, the old man took a mouthful of thick phlegm.

After spitting out the contents, he stretched out his chicken claw-like hand to stir it twice, and glanced at the waiter. He grabbed two handfuls of the chicken claw-like hand on the waiter, wiped the vegetable soup clean, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

"Gudu" the waiter swallowed, gritted his teeth and walked in: "Gentlemen, this is a plate of cucumber mixed with jellyfish that the shopkeeper has added for you. It tastes most suitable for this hot day. Please try it.

taste."

"Yeah! Come on down!" Brother Zhang said yes as a thank you.

"Brother Li, the jellyfish mixed today has a unique flavor. Please try it."

"Yeah! The jellyfish is crispy and a little slimy. Is it thickened?"

"No way...! I never heard that cold dishes can be thickened, let alone sticky salty shreds...!"

Li Xiao locked himself in a hut, and there were many maps hanging on the wall. There were maps of India as a whole and maps of coastal states.

Wu Sangui also found people to map mountains and rivers in India over the years. Li Yongfang, with his hands and eyes, found a way to get these maps back.

For the sake of the map, Li Xiao approved another 100,000 silver coins for this old guy's activities. The money spent on espionage has a high output ratio most of the time.

The map is very detailed, and there are also reports from various states collected by Li Yongfang.

In fact, more than a hundred years ago, India was still an extremely loose country. The various states had no intention of unification. These states had different religious beliefs, different ethnic compositions, and even different languages. The British used dozens of

Over the years, these countries were forcibly kneaded together.

Linear position warfare has become the mainstream on the battlefield. In fact, this is also the tactic that best utilizes contemporary weapons. It must be said that Wu Sangui found the right method.

This is also the main form of war in the next few decades or hundreds of years. Li Xiao does not want to lead his troops to fight a meat grinder-like battle. He does not have Douglas Haig who can withstand 60,000 casualties a day.

Tough nerves.

"What should we do?" Li Xiao muttered unconsciously.

The best way to solve linear position warfare is a tank. Given the current technical conditions, it is estimated that the tank must be as big as a locomotive, and... its cross-country speed can be compared to a snail.

This damn cannon is a target!

What made Li Xiao even more scratching his head was that the latest intelligence showed that Newton also tinkered with the gasoline engine. Li Xiao was so angry that he cursed. Didn't he mean that after this guy came up with a series of laws, he changed to study theology? How can he still do it now?

Research on gasoline engines!

Why don't you go to Germany and look for Dr. Porsche, or Genstein-Alto, Karl Benz, Gottlieb Daimler? This is the next year, and it is estimated that these brothers are still in a single-cell state.

Existing in the body of their ancestor.

No way! No way!
Chapter completed!