Speaking of which, Mr. Zhao is still most accustomed to Jinling cuisine. Maybe it¡¯s because Nanjing is located on the border between north and south, and the dishes are neither as heavy as northern cuisine, nor as sweet as Su Song cuisine.
A bowl of sour radish and old duck soup immediately drove away the chill from my body. Mr. Zhao came to talk again and said to Yang Fan:
"The last time I came here was when Uncle Wu and I came. When we talked about the five-thousand-material ship, Uncle Wu said that the size was too exaggerated. I think you have a different opinion."
"Really?" Yang Fan is in his forties. Although he is an eighth-grade miscellaneous official, he is exposed to wind and sun in the shipyard every day. The people he dealt with were all vulgar craftsmen and boatmen, so their skin was rough and dark, and their behavior and tone were similar to those of working people.
He took a piece of roasted chicken wing and ate it until his hands and mouth were full of oil. He said vaguely: "I can't remember clearly."
"Don't do this." Zhao Hao sneered: "If we don't talk about this, let's just talk about going to work at my place."
"Let's talk about this" Yang Fan said with a frustrated smile: "The lower official and the young master both believe in the existence of the five-thousand-material giant ship. I just don't know where the young master learned about it?"
"I read it from the book." Zhao Hao said vaguely: "That bastard Liu Daxia can't burn all the books about his voyages to the West."
After saying that, he asked: "What about you?"
"Xiaguan is not as well-read as Young Master, but he has seen a giant ship with five thousand materials with his own eyes." Yang Fan took a sip of wine and sighed quietly: "Xiaguan's family has served in the treasure shipyard for generations, and he has been in this stone city since he was a child. Grow up.¡±
"When I was a kid, that giant ship was still parked in Yitang Liudock. I can only describe it in one word, and that is 'shock'. I will never forget that giant ship in my life, even though it has been parked there for more than a hundred times. Years ago, it is still so majestic and majestic that it makes people look up to it. If I can restore it, it will be worth dying for!"
"What about the ship?" Zhao Hao asked.
"This, this" Yang Fan said with a hint of embarrassment on his face: "A few years ago, the shipyard couldn't get rid of the pot, so they dismantled it and built a coffin. That's good nanmu"
"Oh." Mr. Zhao rolled his eyes and said angrily, "It's really good."
"Young master, don't blame me. No matter how good the ship is, it only has a life span of several decades. Although the treasure ship has never been in the water, it has been scrapped long ago." Yang Fan explained quickly, then pointed to the eaves of the corridor outside and said: "Sir, come in Did you see that long wooden plank?"
"Yeah." Zhao Hao nodded. The wooden board must be as wide as a door panel, a palm thick, and four feet long. The wood is dark and solid, and it looks like good material at first glance.
"That's the rudder of the treasure ship. I ordered someone to keep it as a souvenir." Yang Fan couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
Zhao Hao deeply suspected that this guy was actually staying here because he wanted to build a coffin for himself.
"There is a cabinet in the treasure shipyard, which contains a complete set of construction drawings of the treasure ship." After a few glasses of wine, the conversation was about the topic that interested him the most. Yang Fan was not so cautious anymore and opened up the conversation: "The library even There is also a collection of "Pictures of sailing from the Bao Shipyard from Longjiang Pass to foreign countries", a total of 20 pages of nautical charts and 109 needle paths. As well as four copies of "Pictures of Leading the Stars Crossing the Ocean" hand-drawn by Sanbao eunuchs "!"
"Oh?" Zhao Hao said with joy when he heard this: "Weren't you burned by Liu Daxia?"
"What Liu Daxia burned was "Zheng He's Journey to Water" written by the Chariot and Driving Department of the Ministry of War. Longjiang Bao Shipyard is under the management of the Ministry of Industry, so his fire cannot burn our place." Yang Fan said with a rather proud smile.
"So, he didn't cause any damage?" Zhao Hao said happily.
"The losses are huge. We only have sea charts and star charts here. Before eunuch Sanbao went to sea for the last time, he felt that the civil servants were very hostile to the voyage, so he left the necessary backup at the Bao Shipyard." Yang Fan sighed. road:
"The "Water Journey" of the Ministry of War's Chariot and Driving Department includes all the original materials of Zheng He's seven voyages to the Western Seas. In addition to nautical and star charts, there are also emperor's edicts, fleet organization, lists and the most important navigation logs, Accounts, etc., all of them were burned.¡±
"This chart can only tell you the route, and the star chart can only help you correct the route. Only the logbook can tell you the true sea conditions, and all the problems you will encounter during the voyage Those are all paid for with countless lives. A lesson."
"My master is right, Liu Daxia is still a sinner through the ages!" Master Zhao decided that in the future, the ship with five thousand materials will still be called the "Liu Daxia, the sinner through the ages".
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"Can you lend me these sea and star maps?" Zhao Hao asked tentatively.
"Oh, this is the secret of Longjiang Factory. It must not be leaked." Yang Fan looked embarrassed.
"They're all trashIt's the same thing, it's confidential. Mr. Zhao said with a displeased look on his face: "I have integrated all the shipyards in Wuhu, and your order is gone." "
"Pfft" Yang Fan sprayed a mouthful of wine on Zhao Hao's arm. He quickly stepped forward and wiped it with his sleeve while flattering him: "No, sir, don't be so cruel. Without the order, the subordinates will be torn alive by the juniors." Understand."
"Then" Zhao Hao squinted at him.
"I made a copy of it myself, exactly, for my private collection." Yang Fan got up and went to the back house for a while. When he returned, he took out a thick book from his sleeve and whispered: "Just keep it as a souvenir. I gave it to the young master, it¡¯s finally done, right?¡±
"You are a donkey, and you are not honest if you don't smoke." Zhao Hao rolled his eyes at him, took the book and opened it.
Seen as a coherent paged chart. Although like all current maps, the proportions are seriously distorted. But at least we can clearly mark the mountains, seas and islands along the way.
Of course, this set of nautical charts is extremely precious because there are 109 needle paths accurately marked on the route. A qualified captain can sail from Nanjing to Africa with this set of needles.
Although Zhao Hao has never sailed a boat, he is a man who aspires to become the King of Navigation. Over the past year, he has read many sailing books such as "The Needle of the Sea", "Fair Wind", and "Guide to the Dharma". I have consulted old captains such as Uncle Mi and Elder Ma, and it is not a problem at least to understand the needle path.
He knew that a water compass was used on the ship to indicate the direction. The compass had a total of forty-eight equal divisions. Each scale is a needle, and the needle path tells you which scale you should sail towards.
For example, on the first page of the nautical chart, the section "When sailing from Taicang Port, use the single B needle to level the Wusong River, and use the Ymao needle to reach Nanhuizui." That is to say, when sailing from Taicang Port, use the 105-degree direction, and pass through a More, that is, it takes 2 hours and 24 minutes to reach the Wusong River Estuary. Then sail in the direction of 97.5 degrees and you can reach Nanhuizui in Pudong in one watch. "
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????You can go all the way south through the South China Sea, west through the Strait of Malacca, via India to the Persian Gulf, the Red Sea and Africa!
Looking at the chart, Champa, Old Port Xuanweisi, Temasek, Sumatra, Ceylon, Mukgu Dushu, Khrumos those strings of place names that either have not been seen for a long time or are familiar, Mr. Zhao's eyes are filled with tears. It's actually moist.
We used to be a hundred years ahead, but now we are a hundred years behind. We want to be a hundred years ahead again!
This is my mission!
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