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Chapter 972 Farewell

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    The carriage drove slowly on Donghuamen Street in the rain. The rainwater washed away the guise of the shops along the street.  Pedestrians holding umbrellas and wearing raincoats hurried forward.

    On the carriage, Zhao Hao encouraged Pan Jixun and said, "This is produced in Xishan, Beijing, not from Xishan, Suzhou. Can you tell the difference?"

    "Oh?" Pan Jixun was indeed interested. He licked it first and then bit off a piece.  He closed his eyes and chewed and tasted it carefully. After a long time, he opened his eyes and said: "This product is purer, stronger and crispier. It is delicious, really delicious. This is what it looks like! What are the ones you got in Suzhou?"  This stuff? It¡¯s full of scum!¡±

    Zhao Hao smiled and nodded, not surprised by Pan Zhongcheng's evaluation.

    Unlike Jiangnan, which is poor in mineral resources, lime is not uncommon in the north.

    Old Beijing jokingly said that Xishan has two lanes, "black and white". The black one is coal and the white one is limestone.  Limestone is everywhere in Xishan, and its reserves and quality far exceed Suzhou Xishan.  Lime kilns have always existed in history. At the beginning, Lugouqiao Coal Field purchased a large amount of hydrated lime produced in Xishan to remove sulfur from coal roots.

    Mr. Zhao had long ago ordered Fatty Tang to secretly purchase many lime kilns in Xishan.  What Pan Jixun was given to taste was the raw material he was going to use to burn cement for Xishan Company.

    Pan Jixun naturally understood Zhao Hao's intention, and couldn't help but look dim. He felt that the limestone in his mouth was bitter and astringent, and it was no longer so delicious.

    He threw the remaining limestone back into the small box, handed it back to Zhao Hao and said, "I don't need cement here. The plan of water-containing sand washing has been rejected."

    It¡¯s not that Pan Jixun was too petty to share his secret weapon with Zhu Heng and Weng Dali.  But because the Yellow River is an above-ground river, and the embankment is several feet high from the ground, current technology cannot directly replace the earth embankment with a concrete embankment.  If the embankment was built outside the embankment like in Kunshan, the amount of cement needed would be too much for Zhao Hao to produce in ten years.

    ¡°After all, the flow of the Yellow River is two hundred times that of the Wusong River, so the experience of building embankments on the Yellow River can be used on the Wusong River.  However, the experience of building embankments on the Wusong River cannot be transferred to the Yellow River at all.

    Therefore, unless Pan Jixun¡¯s method is adopted, which is to first repair the old Yellow River course with cement and then raise embankments to flush the water, earth embankments are currently more suitable for the Yellow River.

    Mr. Zhao pushed the small box back into Pan Jixun's hand and said with a smile: "Who is Zhongcheng? How could he be knocked down by a temporary setback? I believe that the one who can control the Yellow River in the Ming Dynasty is you!"

    "Oh?" Pan Jixun still valued Zhao Hao's words.  Hearing this, he couldn't help but expectantly asked: "Why, do you still believe in my method of condensing water and attacking sand?"

    "Of course, you are my Ming Water God. No one in this world knows how to control water better than you!" Mr. Zhao nodded heavily, thinking that after all, four hundred years later, people are still using your method of condensing water and attacking sand to control the Yellow River.  Woolen cloth.

    "So, my method is very scientific?" Old Pan couldn't help but look up.

    "Science, very science!" Mr. Zhao smiled and gave a thumbs up.

    "That's what I'm saying," Pan Jixun took out the ore that Zhao Hao gave him last time from his arms, threw it into his mouth and chewed it.  Then he magically cheered up.  "How can I be wrong about something I have studied repeatedly?"

    "The truth is often in the hands of a few people." Mr. Zhao sweated slightly. He just wanted to use the human flesh analyzer, oh no, Pan Zhongcheng had a taste, he was not allowed to eat it like a jelly bean!

    Will the Ming Dynasty¡¯s flood control master die from excessive heavy metals?

    Mr. Zhao couldn¡¯t help but secretly decided to try his best to get some safe ores for him as snacks in the future.

    But where is the ore that can be eaten?  White quartz, gypsum, mica, mineral salts?  Zhongcheng is tired of these things.  Yaoshou!

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    While Zhao Hao was thinking wildly, the carriage stopped at Lumicang Hutong and Zhihua Temple arrived.

    "Why don't you go in and sit down?" Pan Jixun asked Zhao Hao.

    "If I don't enter the temple, I will feel dizzy when I see the monk." Zhao Hao shook his head and said with a smile: "If Zhongcheng still wants to go back to Suzhou, our fleet will return tomorrow and we can give you a ride, first class, for a lot of money."

    "I understand." Pan Jixun shook his head and said, "Wouldn't it make people laugh to go back so soon?"

    "How could it be? Everyone hopes that you will come back and take charge." Zhao Hao smiled and said: "There are countless dykes in the south of the Yangtze River, all waiting for Zhongcheng's planning."

    "Those things are so simple that your uncle can do them all." Pan Jixun couldn't help but smile. His life in Kunshan was quite pleasant. At least everyone took his words as a guideline.

    "I want to take on a difficult challenge and follow Zhu Heng south to survey the Yellow River. I guess they won't dare to chase me away."

    ¡°Then I¡¯m afraid this trip won¡¯t be tooThe quantity is not as abundant as in Beijing, but it will be cheaper.

    As for the so-called "sweeping the river", it is a slang term of the Shachuan Gang.  This means that before the large army sets off, capable personnel should be sent in advance to find out the news and clear obstacles along the way.

    Although the Shachuan Gang usually operates in the Yangtze River, they have almost never been to the North Canal.  But Wu Ji Carriage and Horse Racing has been immersed in this canal for more than ten years, so it helped its brother company take on the task of "sweeping the river".

    "We are under the banner of the palace. I'm afraid they don't dare to mess around. The most I'll do is disgust you." Zhao Hao couldn't help but laugh at himself after hearing this. Whether Wu Ji or the Shachuan Gang, they are all veterans, and there is no need for a rookie like him.  The boss worries.

    While talking, the two returned to the pier. Zhao Hao handed the oil-paper umbrella back to Chen Huaixiu, smiled and waved to her: "Sister Huaixiu, see you next month."

    "Sir, see you next month." Chen Huaixiu also smiled and wished him a blessing.

    ps.Third update.  Also, I have a day off on Saturday, see you on Sunday!  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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