Chapter 135 Big Events

The sound of the chainsaw echoes in the factory. The wood produced from the drying room is cut and sawed, planed and polished according to the drawings in the chainsaw workshop. The wooden structures are made in the workshop one by one. In another warehouse, several workers are under the guidance of technicians, according to the drawings, these wooden structures. Build and assemble.

The all-wooden near-cigar-shaped frame has been shown in the factory. On the other side, some workers put together a flat beam frame structure there, and in the corner of the warehouse, in front of several sewing machines, several female workers sewed up the cut cloth there.

This place is more like a primitive carpentry workshop than a factory building. The workers working in the workshop are also more like carpenters. In fact, the craftsmen here are the best carpenters in the Mustang Automobile Factory. They were drawn here a month ago to assist the chairman.

As for what to do, they don't know. For these skilled craftsmen, the only thing they need to know is to help the chairman and turn the things on his drawings into parts one by one. At the same time, they should also put those wooden interfaces according to the requirements of the chairman. To become more reasonable and stronger, this is their job.

Occasionally, they will look at a taxi-shaped vertical platform stitched with a triangular iron and wooden board on the other side. Chen Moran, who is sitting on the vertical platform, has two pedals on his legs and holds the vertical pole with both hands. With his push rod, pull rod and left and right feet stepping on the pedal, the pedal and the vertical pole are connected to the Manila hemp rope. The wings, tail wings and tail rudder are flipping up and down.

"Xiao Hu, tighten the rope of the left wing and write down the data!"

Dive the rope system, Chen Muran shouted to the side. As soon as the apprentice standing next to the platform heard his instructions, he began to adjust the rope.

After trying a few more times, Chen Moran nodded with satisfaction. This set of rope vertical system was his personal invention. To be precise, it was made after trying here for half a month according to the simple longitudinal schematics in the magazine.

Jumping off the vertical platform, patting the dust in his hand, and looking at the students of the industrial science college next to him, Chen Moran smiled and ordered that these students were the assistants he invited, and maybe they would become a generation of aircraft design masters in the future.

"Xiao Hu, you guys go back and study this rope wing penetration system. When you go back at night, everyone will do an assignment."

"Yes. "Mr.!"

Hu Liangqin and others replied respectfully that they also followed Chen Moran when he walked towards the "wind tunnel" beside him. The so-called wind tunnel was actually a pipe made of oil drums. One end of the pipe pressed a motor, and the motor turned the fan to generate airflow, which became a wind tunnel.

Through the glass window, Chen Moran can see that the biplane model rises slowly with the change of wind speed. This is to verify whether the aircraft made by the biplane in the aviation magazine can fly up and make a wind tunnel. According to the prompt of the anemometer, the wind tunnel can provide 180 kilometers. Wind speed.

"Look, this plane is up, which proves that my design is reasonable! After the speed is reached, relying on the lift generated by the wing surface, it can completely lift the plane heavier than the air into the air."

Chen Moran is more or less arrogant when he speaks. Now it is only November 1902. At the current speed, the plane can be built before the Spring Festival in 2003 at the latest. Before February, a test flight can be carried out, and in history The test flight of the special brothers' Flyer One will not be completed until the end of the year.

The reason for making aircraft is, on the one hand, to gain fame for themselves and industrial companies, and on the other hand, to meet the future military needs. After all, if the future uprising is launched, if the Light Restoration Army has an aircraft, even this old-fashioned biplane cannot carry out strategic bombing like later generations. However, the ground strafing and dropping bombs can play a disturbing role. Tongguo can also provide air reconnaissance. When the Qing army may even foreign intervention forces gather, you can accurately obtain battlefield information. The air reconnaissance of the enemy army helps to open the battlefield unilaterally to the Guangfu army. Mastering the air reconnaissance force is almost equivalent to making the light recovery. The army added at least a few divisions.

Although the aviation knowledge magazine did not provide Chen Moran with detailed aircraft design drawings, it at least provided some flight principles, as well as the drawings of old aircraft, vertical principles, and even the schematics of star engines. With these points, Chen Moran flew according to the "design" of the gourd. The number one.

"Flighter One" is based on the British World War I camel fighter. Although there is a pattern of the I-15 fighter in another magazine, the camel is simpler. After all, it is just a product at the beginning of aviation technology.

"Sir, can he really fly to the sky?"

Hu Liangqin's words still have some doubts. Although a few months ago, in the industrial college, they made a hydrogen balloon with waterproof silk and dragged the hanging basket to send people to the sky, but that was because hydrogen was originally lighter than air, which could naturally bring people into the air, but the plane in the gentleman's mouth was made of wood. Can a plane with a lot of skull and cloth can fly into the sky?

"I don't like to bet with people!"

Chen Moran smiled, turned around and pointed to the assembled fuselage frame behind him, took off the hat from the side, and then borrowed another hat.

"Let's do this! From now on, I set up a gambling game. If I can't fly, I'll lose 10. If I can fly... Well, I'll lose 2 for 1! Which of you would like to make this bet? The left hand can't fly, and the right hand can't fly!"

Talking and laughing, Chen Moran raised the hat in his hand.

Hu Liangqin hesitated to take out a few "industrial coupons" from his pocket, most of which were copper dollar coupons. Students like them studying in industrial colleges did not have much money in their pockets.

"Ha ha, sir, I'd better bet he can fly!"

The copper yuan coupon of 50 copper yuan was stuffed into Chen Moran's left hand hat, but he threw away the small 20 copper yuan bill and threw away the hat on the right. Facing Chen Moran's surprised eyes, Hu Liangqin smiled again.

"Sir, you can't open the file. According to the odds you set, it will fly. There are bets on both sides. Anyway, I will not lose or win."

Hu Liangqin's words only attracted a few students next to him to throw the money into two hats according to his bet, while Chen Moran smiled helplessly. He was really not suitable for gambling.

"Okay, let you take advantage of it!"

With a helpless smile, Chen Moran shook his head and asked people to write down their bets. Fortunately, it was only a group of poor students who bet.

"However, don't take a fluke. I'll tell you that you didn't bet that Flyer One could fly. You will definitely regret it!"

With a smile on his face, just as Chen Moran was about to check the engine that was being tested, the door of the factory hurriedly ran over.

As soon as he entered the factory building, Yu Hongyu's face, which had always had no waves, showed some urgency. As soon as he came to Chen Moran, he saluted first, and then whispered.

"Chairman, the news came from Jiang Ning's office that Liu Kunyi, Lord Liu is dead!"

"What!"

In an instant, Chen Moran's face changed, and Liu Kun died! No one knows better than him what Liu Kunyi means to him and the industry. When Liu Kunyi was alive, on the boundary of the two rivers, thanks to his protection, officials everywhere have always turned a blind eye to the industry, but now Liu Kunyi is dead.

"Why did you die at this time!"

He muttered on his lips, and Chen Moran beat the drum in his heart. Liu Kun died one by one. Who will be the next governor of Liangjiang? Cixi has already hated herself and the industry. If the only Cixi is a person who is the governor of the two rivers, what will she do then?

It was raining outside the workshop. When he walked out of the workshop, Chen Moran didn't even take an umbrella or take shelter from the rain. Only when people die can others realize his important surname. Chen Moran, who stood in the rain, began to worry about the future fate for the first time.

"Quickly, inform the dock, let's go to Jiangning!"

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Chen Moran hurriedly shouted to Hongyu, and then ran out of the factory without looking back. Now we must save all this while everything can be recovered.

Almost returned to Beijing from the two palaces. The Qing Dynasty here has just settled down. After returning to Beijing from Xi'an, Shanxi and Shandong, the ministers who narrowly escaped the guns of foreigners and the imperial court and the big knife fell down began to talk about the life of Empress Dowager Cixi. Come on.

It's really unlucky to say that the Empress Dowager Cixi is also unlucky. Fifty years old is the year of Jiashen, just in time for the Sino-French war. At the age of 60, there was another war in China. If you want to live a good life, you don't have that mood. This year is the year of Ren Yin. The year of the mess that should have come out has come out. Now it has been negotiated, and the two palaces have also been returned to Beijing. It should also be a good birthday for the old queen. With the help of the celebration, the relevant people can take the opportunity to make a fortune. After all, this foreigner has entered Beijing, and everyone has lost a lot of things. Yes, the house was burned, the cellar was robbed, and it was lost on the road. It's still in Beijing. You have to find a way to get it back!

The sky and earth are not as big as the old Buddha. Naturally, the big guys moved their thoughts to the sixty-eighth birthday of the old Buddha on the tenth day of October. Well, almost since May, both inside and outside the capital began to celebrate the sixty-eighth birthday of the Buddha, but this birthday can't be celebrated every year. Although these officials were thinking about holding the birthday, it was in September, and the meaning of the old Buddha had not yet come out of the palace, which also made these people who were thinking about holding the birthday for the old Buddha anxious, especially when they were getting closer and closer.

As Cixi's confidant and Li Lianying naturally think so. It's not easy for the Buddha for so many years. It's natural to hold a longevity ceremony. Moreover, if you hold a birthday ceremony, no matter who comes to celebrate your birthday, you can't give me a gift to Li? What's more, in the year of Gengzi, Li Lianying lost a lot of things and just got them back.

After singing the play, he saw that the old Buddha's mood did not seem to be wrong today, so he bent down and became energetic with Cixi.

"Lao Buddha, your old man was born at the age of 50 and 60, which was disturbed by foreigners. This 70th birthday can be lively. As the saying goes, 'Life has been rare for seventy years'. According to the slave, you are still two years and seventy years old, and you have to live every year!"

"Alas!"

As soon as she mentioned her birthday, Cixi just sighed. On the contrary, she looked a little reluctant and even a little sad.

"I haven't had the life of my whole life. As long as there is no more war, it doesn't matter whether I do it or not!"

The Empress Dowager Cixi said that sadness. At the age of 50, she was disturbed by the French. At the age of 60, she was disturbed by herself. Beiyang was incompetent and lost the battle. Some people also blamed her for moving military funds to repair the garden, but now she doesn't want to mention this word anymore. This birthday is only uncomfortable.

"Old Buddha,"

Seeing that the old Buddha didn't want to celebrate his birthday, Li Lianying's eyes turned around, but she came out of the other one.

"Recently, it has been spread in the capital that the foreigner has occupied the capital for more than a year, and the foreigner's surname has messed up the feng shui of the capital. The officials in the capital have said that the feng feng shui of our Qing Dynasty has messed up the foreigners. Only a big birthday ceremony can rush to suppress the evil spirits of the foreigners. Both inside and outside the country are looking forward to your will..."

Li Lianying seemed to be a little reluctant to see the Empress Dowager Cixi, and even a little depressed, and quickly persuaded her.

"Old Buddha, your birthday is for our Qing Dynasty!"

"Oh!"

With a soft voice, Cixi didn't want to mention this birthday. After all, as soon as she returned to Beijing from Xi'an, she held a birthday ceremony. It was spread to those people who were unreasonable. Don't talk about it again, not to mention that she was like a mirror in her heart. Those slaves gave her birthday in the sky, saying that it was for the Qing Dynasty. Guo Chongxi, but to the root, it was those slaves who could not lose their money in Gengzi who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune.

This Qing Dynasty has always been like this. As long as there is a reason, those slaves always have a way to make a good fortune. There may be filial piety, but silver is the root. In the end of this life, she will not have to curse her Cixi, but the benefits are those Beijing officials. Otherwise, how could they be so careful?

"...What's more, the silver warehouse Gengzi of this household department was robbed by the Toyo's little nose. The use in the palace is tight. The old Buddha, the tax and silver collected by the court have to compensate those foreign devils. The use of the palace, those local governors, although they have filial piety, are afraid of people's talking nonsense, old Buddha, do it. This birthday, on the one hand, is for the feng shui of our Qing Dynasty, and on the other hand, although it also costs some money, it saves some money for the court! What's more, this is just Xiaoshou, isn't it! It's Xiaoshou, that is, to play a few plays and forgive some prisoners..."

Li Lianying, who bowed at her waist, said that thing smoothly, such as the feng shui of the Qing Dynasty and the filial piety of the ministers. In short, it seems that if Cixi did not live a long life, she would be really sorry for the Qing Dynasty.

At this moment, a little eunuch walked to the stage and whispered.

"The old Buddha, the minister of the Ministry of Affairs respectfully asks for a meeting!"

In the Qing Dynasty, Shangshu was divided into Manchu Han, and the same department was divided into Manchu Han Shangshu. Although it was the same job and the same grade, Han Shangshu's status had always been lower than Man Shangshu, and Jingxin was the Manshangshu who presided over the Ministry of Stats.

"Old Buddha!"

As soon as he saw the Empress Dowager Cixi, Jingxin first knelt down, and then showed a little sadness on his face.

"What's the matter?"

The Empress Dowager Cixi has never seen Jingxin look like this. The last time she showed this face, it seemed that it was still the time of the two palaces in the west. What's wrong with this?

"Dingxin? What's the point to make you look like this?

"Fly to the Buddha, Liu Kunyi, the governor of the two rivers, ... passed away later today!"

When Jing Xin answered, he seemed to answer with tears as if he was sad for Liu Kun's death, but he was so happy in his heart! Liangjiang is the richest place in the Qing Dynasty, and it has been heavily taxed for hundreds of years. The governor of Liangjiang is under the position of "Nanyang Trade Minister". Naturally, Liu Kunyi died like this, and those cats who smelled fishy fishy did not rush up to use money. Although such important positions were decided by the empress dowager alone, as a minister of the Ministry of officials, he could always hand over some. Words.

Jingxin's former house happened to be assigned to the embassy area of Dongjiaomin Lane, which was occupied by foreigners. This time, although he was in the prominent position of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, he was like a homeless dog. Although there was another house in the inner city, his pocket was already empty. Naturally, Liu Kun's death was so happy that he almost didn't open it. Flowers come.

"Liu Xianzhuang passed away!"

The Empress Dowager Cixi couldn't help but be surprised, with a surprised face, but her heart could not calm down for a long time.

Liu Kunyi was the last general of the Hunan army in the prominent position. She fought from the Hunan army to suppress the Taiping army and the Nian army. She fought with those big members who held the power of the army and controlled the southeastern region. The stabbing horse case decades ago intensified the contradiction. In the end, even if the power was like her Western Empress Dowager, she could only let the southeast provinces be left by Xianghuai Han. The person is the governor, and even the vacancy is also the rotation of those Han people, and the heart of the minister is obvious. Two years ago, the governors of the southeast provinces made a disorderly and privately reached a peace with the foreigners in the southeast. These Han people did not have a trace of the face of the court in their hearts.

But those big members hold the military power in their hands, and they can't help them. If they are in a hurry, if they are forced to reverse them, if they don't have such concerns, how can they have dragged them off from the Tongzhi period to the present? Let's drag it! One day, this group of old slaves will be dragged to death. First, Zeng Guofan was dragged to death, last year, Li Hongzhang was dragged to death, and this year, Liu Kunyi was dragged to death... I thought so in my heart, but I didn't show too much on my face. I just quietly opened my mouth to reward.

"The purpose. The imperial edict gives a pension. Jiaqi's surname is Gongzhong, and he is ambitious. He protects the southeast and has made great achievements. He was posthumously awarded the title of first-class baron, gave Taifu, gave Jinzhi death, and ordered General Jiang Ning to pay a sacrifice, and was especially loyal. The ancestral temple is dedicated to the provincial ancestral temple of origin and meritorious service. Give his son Nengji Sipin Jingtang, and give his grandchildren to officials!"

When she said this, Cixi thought to herself who would succeed the next governor of Liangjiang.

(to be continued)