Time Travel: After Seizing the Throne, I Lead the Ming Dynasty to Take Off

If the emperor of the previous dynasty could pay even one tenth of his attention to the people like the young emperor he faced today, perhaps the people of the world would not have risen up in rebellion!

Although he didn't know why the rumors were so harsh, when he saw the brightness in the young man's eyes and the hint of excitement on his handsome face, Wang Yingxin was already certain in his heart: This is definitely not a tyrant! On the contrary, he is a wise ruler!

"What's the problem?" Seeing Wang Yingxin stunned, Zhu Yunhuan asked slowly.

Only then did Wang Yingxin come to his senses.

His dazed face was instantly filled with ecstasy, and he knelt on the ground again with a plop: "Your Majesty has ordered me to do this, even if it means death! Just now, I lost my composure... Long live His Majesty! Long live His Majesty! Long, long live His Majesty!"

Zhu Yunhuan was also in a very good mood at this time.

A faint smile appeared on his face. "Okay, then I will wait for the results of your Industry Department. The two things I just mentioned, the water-powered spinning machine can be put aside for now. I want to perfect the tools for movable type printing first."

It is announced now that the shuttle over there has not been produced so quickly.

Even if we develop spinning machines now and improve spinning efficiency, it will be useless if the efficiency of looms cannot be improved, and it may even increase inventory costs.

Zhu Yunhuan wanted to promote newspapers as a means of controlling public opinion as soon as possible.

Although movable type printing is more flexible than woodblock printing.

But the initial effort is also quite great, as various characters also need to be carved out, which is also a time-consuming task.

"Arranging movable type printing can also speed up the printing and promotion of Mr. Wang's theory in "Book of Agriculture." Zhu Yunhuan did not mention his considerations on newspapers, but only talked about the second use of movable type printing.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yingxin's eyes immediately lit up.

His expression grew more and more excited, and he swallowed his saliva before saying, "To be honest with you, Your Majesty, my great-grandfather created movable wooden type and designed the rotary typesetting plate. His intentions were exactly the same as what Your Majesty said! It's a pity that the Yuan Dynasty was so violent back then... Alas..."

"My family has lived in seclusion in the mountains, but I never imagined I would have the opportunity to fulfill my grandfather's last wish. I would like to thank Your Majesty on his behalf!"

"To be honest, Your Majesty."

"In fact, I still have over 30,000 carved wooden movable type in my home. Some of them were left by my grandfather, and some were added by us, the descendants. However, these wooden movable type are useless and can only gather dust at home."

"Since Your Majesty has such an intention, I am willing to offer everything and obey Your Majesty's orders!"

Wang Yingxin was so excited that his old face turned red.

Since Wang Zhen, their lineage has passed down the tradition of farming and studying, and has not abandoned the will and wishes of their ancestors. Now they have such a great opportunity.

How could he not be excited?

at the same time.

Zhu Yunhuan also became a little restless, a look of joy on his face. He said, "Great! Mr. Wang has always cared about the people of the world. As his descendant, you are carrying on his legacy. You are fulfilling his trust. Just go ahead and do it!"

The existing 30,000 wooden movable type… In other words, once other conditions are met, we can start printing directly! The initial effort and time can be saved by almost half!

Yingtian Prefecture, a suburb of Beijing.

official way.

Since the last heat wave of this year subsided, the weather has started to get cooler day by day. The grass and trees on both sides of the official road leading to Yingtian Prefecture have gradually shown signs of decline and have turned a shade of withered yellow.

The autumn breeze makes this place seem lonely.

now.

A team of carriages and horses were heading towards Yingtian Prefecture...

In the leading carriage.

He was a kind and elegant young man wearing a light blue brocade robe. One could sense a natural sense of compassion from his eyes and brows.

But the young man frowned slightly at this moment, and there was a hint of solemnity in his expression.

Sitting next to the young man.

He was a middle-aged man dressed in a brown silk shirt, dressed like a butler.