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Chapter 601 The Great Talent Wang

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    Not far after Zhao Hao ran along the Jinduo River, he saw Hua Boxhen leading a few people, pulling up ropes and erecting wooden poles on both sides of the river, as if they were measuring something.

    "It's so early, what are you doing?" Mr. Zhao ran over sweating profusely.

    "We are going to build a cement bridge across the river." Hua Bozhen had forgotten to go home and devoted himself to Xishan Island.

    From the construction of the cement plant to the infrastructure of Xishan Island, he cared about everything, no matter how small or small.

    These children of aristocratic families have never been severely beaten by society, and they are all more or less idealistic.

    ¡°Middle-aged people like Hua Bozhen, who suddenly found the meaning of life in their forties, feel strongly that time waits for no one.  I wish I could work as an angel for two days a day and increase cement production as soon as possible so that I can realize those grand blueprints as soon as possible.

    Zhao Hao saw that his beard was unkempt and he was much thinner. He couldn't help but feel ashamed. He had eaten well and slept well these days, and he was doing a good job as a shopkeeper.

    Finally, my conscience came to my senses, I stopped running, and discussed with Hua Bozhen how to build this bridge so that it would not affect shipping but also make it easier to cross the river.

    "In the future, small railway tracks will be built to transport coal, so the arch bridge is not suitable. A flat bridge will be built." Mr. Zhao rejected Hua Boxhen's beautifully designed three-eye arch bridge.  "And the arch bridge is prone to siltation, which affects shipping."

    "But if there is no arch, how can the bridge deck relieve its force?" Hua Bozhen scratched his head.  The Hua family has built bridges and paved roads many times, but he has never seen a serious bridge without arches.

    "We have cement, so we don't have to worry about it." Zhao Hao said with a smile: "Remember one thing, cement is simple and crude, and that's the way to go!"

    With that said, he taught him the method of making ¡®bamboo reinforced prefabricated panels¡¯.

    "This method is very simple. First use wooden boards to nail a hollow long board model. Distribute bamboo tendons in the hollow part of the modelthat is to split the moso bamboo into strips and put them into the model along the way. Then add one part cement and one part  Mix half of sand, three parts of stones and half of water, mix thoroughly and fill the mold. Once dry, knock off the wooden boards, and what is left is a prefabricated board as hard as stone."

    "Wonderful! Can cement be used in this way? Then this bridge will be much easier. It can be built in a few days!" Hua Boxhen's eyes lit up after hearing this.  ¡°And in the future, these ¡®prefabricated panels¡¯ will be used when building houses and building embankments.¡±

    "This thing has many uses, you can think about it slowly." Mr. Zhao waved his hand to him and continued running away.

    "Hey, don't leave, I want to ask about the lime kiln." Hua Boxhen asked loudly.

    "You can just watch and make it, it's almost the same as a normal brick kiln." The irresponsible Mr. Zhao ran further and further away: "It doesn't taste good to eat buns that have been chewed by others. It's interesting to try slowly by yourself."

    "What are you talking about?" Hua Boxhen sighed depressedly: "Hey, all teachers have this problem. They say half and leave half. If you say it all at once, how much trouble can I save?"

    This shows that Hua Boxhen and Zhao Hao still don¡¯t have deep contact. Usually when Mr. Zhao says this, he doesn¡¯t know what he means

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    When Zhao Hao ran back to the dock, the sun was rising.

    I saw Ma Xianglan waiting there with a smile while holding an oil-paper umbrella and carrying an exquisite lacquered wooden box.

    Mr. Zhao then came to Secretary Ma with a smile.

    Ma Xianglan opened the lid of the box, took out a silver bottle the size of a bamboo tube, unscrewed the lid and handed it to Zhao Hao.

    What is in the bottle is Qiaoqiao¡¯s ¡®white cardamom water¡¯ carefully prepared from three herbs: white cardamom, licorice, and calamus. It is said to be able to relieve heat, dampness and spleen deficiency.

    Zhao Haotian loses his appetite when he is hot. Qiaoqiao found out about this recipe at Wang's house in Taicang, so he gave it to him to try. The effect was really good.  The taste is also very moist, Mr. Zhao has a bottle every day.

    Ma Xianglan took out another wet cotton towel and wiped his face while gently reminding him of today's schedule.

    "The young master will personally train the search team in the morning to find ways to find pyrite. At noon, he made an appointment with General Jin for dinner to discuss the expansion of the Gunner Battalion and the establishment of the Invalid Army Farm in Lutou, south of the island."

    "Yeah." Zhao Hao nodded. These are all things that must be arranged before returning to Kunshan.  With his poor memory, he would have probably forgotten most of it without Secretary Ma reminding him.

    "After the lunch break, the young master will play mahjong with the old man, and after dinner, he will chat with Liu Zhengqi about the next arrangements"

    While Ma Xianglan was talking, he heard several gongs ringing from the watch tower, which was a signal that foreign ships were sailing into Dasheng Bay.

    The two of them saw a white-covered boat approaching from a distance.

    Having learned from the Xu family¡¯s troubles, the gunner battalion was very wary of foreign ships, and a patrol team immediately came to the dock to be on guard.

      Zhao Hao also looked at the ship curiously, and saw someone on the ship waving a white flag, and shouted from a distance: "Don't get me wrong, my young master is here to mediate!"

    "Mediation? Let them go ashore." Mr. Zhao ordered.  There are at most seven or eight people in a small boat, and they can't make any waves.

    During the tea time, the white-topped boat docked.

    With the support of several attendants, a man in his thirties, wearing a Tang scarf, a silk Taoist robe, and a pair of shoes with big red cloud heads got off the boat.

    The man ignored the vigilant militiamen at all, gently waving the golden folding fan with peonies in his hand, and began to patrol the pier with his eyes.

    He also ignored Zhao Hao, who was wearing shorts and shorts. His eyes fell on Ma Xianglan, who had an outstanding temperament and was charming on the outside, and his eyes lit up.

    He quickly straightened his clothes, gracefully raised his hands and saluted, "This girl, Xiao Changzhou Wang Zhideng, is very polite."

    "So it's Mr. Wang, what do you want me to do?" Secretary Ma nodded slightly and was about to return the gift, but found that his hand was grabbed by Zhao Hao.

    Ma Xianglan's pretty face turned red immediately, and her heart fluttered sweetly.

    With Miss Ma¡¯s intelligence and clarity, she naturally understood that this was the young master who was stimulated by Wang Zhideng¡¯s gaze and was declaring ownership

    But Wang Zhideng only thought that this young man was Ma Xianglan¡¯s younger brother or something like that, so he still showed off and said:

    "Young lady, what you said is wrong. Don't you hear that 'a man is thirty-four square in body, and his commoner clothes cannot be transformed into the dust of Beijing. The white horse is shining brightly in the empty valley, and the yellow bird is singing about youth'? Xiaosheng may be in his youth, but with the 'old'  The words are not relevant at all"

    Before he finished speaking, the young man suddenly said in a cold voice: "Throw him into the lake."

    "Uh, ah?" Wang Zhideng was stunned and asked strangely: "Kid, who are you going to throw into the lake?"

    "It's you, Uncle Wang!" Zhao Hao smiled sweetly at him.

    "Are you kidding? Do you know who I am?" Wang Zhideng didn't believe it at first, waving his fan and laughing: "I am Wang Zhideng, who is famous in both poetry and painting in Wuzhong. Do you want to touch me?"

    "Just give it a try." Zhao Hao waved his hand, and several militiamen stepped forward, pushed away Wang Zhideng's entourage, and grabbed Wang Zhideng's arm like a chicken.

    Only then did the great talent Wang become a little panicked.  "Kid, don't act recklessly, you will cause trouble for your adults!"

    With a pop, the militiamen threw him into Taihu Lake.

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