Tao Qiong looked at the coal stove that was lit for a while. Although he didn't know why Mo Zizai was excited because of the ignition of this thing, with his knowledge, it was naturally not difficult to see that Mo Zizai wanted to use this thing to keep warm.

"Prince, please forgive me for being too talkative. Although your design is exquisite, the amount of anthracite is too small. If it is used for heating, it may be difficult to popularize it."

Because it is too difficult to ignite coal mines, they are usually only used during forging, so the amount of mining is small, especially the amount of anthracite that comes with bituminous coal mining is even smaller.

So if you want to use it to popularize heating, in Tao Qiong's opinion, this does not show at all. Not to mention the entire Great Zhou, even if it is just used in Tianjing, the number of coal mines may not be enough.v

Mo Zizai looked at the honeycomb coal stove and felt like he was going back to his previous life in a trance. After hearing Tao Qiong's voice in his ears, he came to his senses and replied casually: "Don't worry, it will increase soon."

"After all, coal can be used for more than just heating."

Although Mo Zizai is a science and engineering scumbag, he still learned a solid job in nine years of compulsory education, especially the boiling water and his steam engine printed on the wrong textbook when he was a child, which impressed him even more.

Therefore, he knew very well the importance of coal, and it was not an exaggeration to call coal the cornerstone of the first industrial revolution in his previous life.

"If there is coal, there is a steam engine. If there is a steam engine, it can build a steam train. If there is a train..."

Mo Zizai's eyes flashed slightly. He had imagined many counterattacks of the Three Kingdoms in his mind, but it was difficult to keep up with food and supplies every time. If there was a steam train, he would not be afraid even if he hit the horizon.

Today, he thought about the steam engine in the Military Bureau for a day, and the final result was feasible, because to put it bluntly, the steam engine was to burn a large boiler and then use the high-pressure steam in the boiler as energy to generate huge energy. The principle is not complicated and the technical content is not high, so it should not be a problem to make it.

However, although Mo Zizai thought that it was feasible, he still had to try it out if it was possible. After all, technology was not something that could be imagined.

As for the technological explosion after the steam engine, he was not worried about this. Without sufficient basic theoretical support, even if there is a steam engine, the technology will not develop much. If you hold on to it, you can develop some derivative products based on steam engines. Others are impossible.

After all, the technological explosion of the industrial revolution in the previous life seemed to have developed in that one or two hundred years, but in fact it was based on the basic theory of countless great scientists and could not explode out of thin air.

Therefore, if the world wants to develop technology, even if we have a steam engine first, it will take more than two hundred years. After two hundred years, 80% of my life will die long ago, and I will do whatever I want.

Mo Zizai looked at the sky. It was almost four or five o'clock in the afternoon. Even if he wanted to do something today, there was not enough time, so he spoke to Tao Qiong and said, "Ambassador Tao, please help me get some things."

"I want a boiler, two track strips, and a pair of iron wheels."

After explaining his needs carefully to Tao Qiong, Tao Qiong said confidently: "Don't worry, prince, these things are not difficult to create. You will come tomorrow, and I will give them to you."

"Okay, then I will go back first."

These things are extremely simple, and it is not difficult to build the military weapon bureau, so Mo Zizai didn't give much advice.

After taking a look at the late sky, Mo Zizai planned to go back to Shangyang Palace directly. After all, there was a wife waiting for him to warm the bed in Shangyang Palace.

"Oh, my life is so hard, I have to warm my wife's bed."

...

After nightfall, two important guests were welcomed in the mansion of Qian Min, the Minister of Revenue, the Minister of War, Wang Fucheng, and Yin Qishan, the Minister of Rites.

The three of them sat upright in Qian Min's study, and no one was willing to speak first. The atmosphere in the study seemed a little dull for a moment.

"Master Qian Ge, since we have invited us, what's wrong, but it's okay."

Yin Qishan, the Minister of Rites, was the first to calm down and couldn't help but ask, "But what happened again?"

When Qian Min heard Yin Qishan speak, he glanced at him. In the court, the Minister of Rites and him were considered the same faction, both of them were officials from the Jiangnan group. Therefore, Yin Qishan usually followed him with his leader and rarely sang against him.

As for the Minister of War, Wang Fucheng, he can barely be considered the King of Bei'an now, and is the same faction as the Minister of Justice Du Xing. However, the two have different personalities. Although they are both in the same faction, they rarely cooperate.

Although the remaining two people, although the Ministry of Personnel was the head of the six ministries, Yang Weishang, the Minister of Personnel, neither formed a party nor maintained the empress. He was regarded as a neutral faction and worked diligently as a craftsman in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Only the last Minister of Works can truly be regarded as a completely reversal of the empress.

In other words, the empress only has the Ministry of Works that really mastered in the entire six ministries.

Qian Min, who had passed these things in his mind, glanced at Wang Fucheng, who was still silent, and said slowly: "There is something wrong in Xunzhou."

"What happened in Xunzhou?"

Yin Qishan, the Minister of Rites, obviously knew nothing. When he heard Qian Min say something happened in Xunzhou, he was immediately shocked, "What's going on? Is Xunzhou lost? What's wrong with Zhang Yuan, can't he keep it?"

"What's the hurry? Xunzhou has not been lost, and it may be difficult to lose for a long time."

Qian Min said with a deep face: "The old thing Zhang Yuan killed all the patriarchs of the aristocratic family in Xunzhou, and even raided all their families."

"Have you confiscated all the aristocratic families in Xunzhou?"

This time, Yin Qishan became even more anxious. The Xunzhou family gave him at least tens of thousands of taels of silver every year. Isn’t it a way out for him to confiscate them?

"How dare this man! Who gave him the courage to rebel? I will write a memorial to impeach him and ask His Majesty to dismiss him from office and investigate."

"Who gave him the courage? Of course it's Mo Zizai."

Wang Fucheng, the Minister of War, who had been watching coldly, said quietly: "Mo Zizai not only asked Zhang Yuan to copy those aristocratic families, but also violated the ancestral system, so that Zhang Yuan could take charge of the military and political power in Xunzhou."

"If Lord Yin wants to impeach Mo Zizai, you might as well impeach him directly. If you impeach him, Zhang Yuan will be easier."

“…”

When Yin Qishan, who was indignant just now, was instantly calmed down. He could still be greedy for money, but he only had one life. He was so old that he could not have to fight for his life just because he had more than 100,000 taels of silver a year.

Seeing Yin Qishan who fell silent for a moment, Wang Fucheng sneered. He knew that the Minister of Rites had been scared by Mo Zizai's killing in the court and had no courage to stand opposite Mo Zizai.
Chapter completed!