Speaking of which, Mr. Zhao is still the most accustomed to the Jinling cuisine. Perhaps it is because Nanjing is located in the north-south boundary, and the dishes are neither as heavy as northern dishes or as sweet as Susong dishes.

After drinking a bowl of sour radish old duck soup, the chills on his body were immediately driven away. Mr. Zhao came to Tan Xing again and said to Yang Fan:

"Last time, it was the time when Uncle Wu and I came. When talking about the five thousand-feed sea boat, Uncle Wu said that the size was too exaggerated. I think you have different opinions."

"Is that?" Yang Fan was in his forties. Although he was an eighth-rank mistress, he had a stroke in the shipyard every day. He was also dealing with vulgar craftsmen, so his skin was rough and dark, and his tone was similar to that of the working people.

He pulled a piece of roast chicken wings, and his hands and mouth were covered with oil. He said vaguely: "I can't remember it."

"Stop doing this." Zhao Hao sneered: "If you don't talk about this, let's talk about going to work in my place."

"Let's talk about this..." Yang Fanru was so angry that he smiled bitterly: "Little officials, like the young master, believe in the existence of a 5,000-item giant ship. I just don't know where the young master learned it?"

"I see it from the book." Zhao Hao said vaguely: "Liu Daxia, that bastard, can't burn all the books that go to the West."

As he said that, he asked back, "Where are you?"

"Xiaguan is not as well-read as a young man, but he has seen a huge ship of 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 has grown up in this stone city since childhood."

"When I was a child, the giant ship was parked in a pond and six docks. It can only be described in one word, that is 'shock'. Xia Guan will never forget that giant ship in his life. Although it has been there for more than a hundred years, it is still so majestic and majestic that it makes people admire him. If I can restore it, it will be worth it if I die!"

"Where is that boat?" Zhao Hao asked afterwards.

"This, this..." Yang Fan said with a hint of shyness: "A few years ago, the shipyard really couldn't unload the pot, so it was removed and beaten to the coffin. That was a very nanmu..."

"Oh yell." Mr. Zhao rolled his eyes and said angrily: "It's really OK."

"Young Master, don't blame me. No matter how good the boat is, it will last for decades. Although the treasure ship has not been in the water, it has been scrapped long ago." Yang Fan hurriedly explained, then pointed to the eaves of the outside and said, "When the young master came in, did you see the long wooden board?"

"Yeah." Zhao Hao nodded. The wooden board was as wide as a door board, thick as a slap, and four feet long. The wood was dark and solid, and it was a good material at first glance.

"That is the rudder of the treasure ship. The subordinate ordered people to stay and serve as a souvenir." Yang Fan couldn't help but sigh.

Zhao Hao deeply doubted that it was actually the guy who stayed and wanted to use it to make a coffin for him.

"There is a pavilion warehouse in the treasure shipyard, which contains a complete set of construction drawings for the treasure ship." After drinking a few glasses of wine, he was talking about the topic he was most interested in. Yang Fan was not so cautious and said, "The Curry even hid the picture of "Driving a ship from the treasure shipyard from Longjiang Pass to the foreign countries", a total of twenty pages of sea charts, one hundred and nine needle roads, and four "Pictures of the Stars Crossing the Foreigners" drawn by the eunuch of Sanbao!"

"Oh?" Zhao Hao said happily when he heard this: "Hasn't it been burned by Liu Daxia?"

"Liu Daxia burned the "Zheng He's Mission on the Water" by the Ministry of War Chejia Department. Longjiang Bao Shipyard was under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Industry, and his fire could not burn us." Yang Fan said with a complacent smile.

"So, he did not cause any losses?" Zhao Hao said happily.

"The loss is too great. We only have sea charts and star charts here. Before the last time we went out to sea, the eunuch of Sanbao felt that the civil servants were deeply hostile to voyage to the West, so they left the necessary backups at the treasure shipyard." Yang Fan sighed:

"The "Shuihui" of the Ministry of War's Vehicles and Vehicles includes all the original materials of Zheng He's seven voyages to the West. In addition to the sea charts and star charts, there are also imperial edicts, fleet preparations, lists... and the most important navigation logs, accounts, etc., all of which were burned."

"This chart can only tell you the route, the star chart can only help you correct the route, and only the navigation log will tell you the real sea conditions. All the problems you will encounter during the sailing...that is a lesson obtained by countless lives."

"I'm not scolding me wrongly. Liu Daxia is indeed a sinner for the ages!" Mr. Zhao decided that the five thousand-proper sea ships in the future will still be called the "Liu Daxia, the sinner for the ages."

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"Can you borrow these nautical charts and star charts to see?" Zhao Hao asked tentatively.

"Oh, this is the secret of the Longjiang Factory, and it must not be leaked." Yang Fan looked embarrassed.

"It's all like waste paper, it's nonsense." Mr. Zhao said with an unhappy look: "I have compiled all the Wuhu boat yards and your order is gone."

"Puff..." Yang Fan squirted a sip of wine on Zhao Hao's arm. He quickly stepped forward and wiped it with his sleeves, and said as he pleased: "No, young master, don't be so cruel. If there is no order, the entrusted officials will be torn to pieces by the young people."

"Then..." Zhao Hao narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

"The villain copied one by himself, and it was not bad at all, as a private treasure." Yang Fan said as he stood up, and after a while at the back house, he took out a thick booklet from his sleeve when he returned, and whispered: "Just give it to the young master as a souvenir, is this a whole?"

"You guys are a donkey, you are not honest if you don't slap them." Zhao Hao glanced at him, took the book and opened it.

See the pictures of coherent paged charts. Although the scale is severely distorted like all maps today, the mountains, seas and islands along the way can be marked clearly.

Of course, this set of nautical charts is still extremely precious, because one hundred and nine needle routes are accurately marked on the route. A qualified captain can sail from Nanjing to Africa with this set of needle routes.

Although Zhao Hao has never fucked a boat, he is a man who is determined to become a king of sailors. Over the past year, he has read many sailing books such as "Haidao Needle Sutra", "Sending with the Wind", and "Guide to the Law of the Guide". He also asked uncle Mi Lao and Elder Ma and other old captains. It is at least no problem to understand the needle path.

He knew that the ship used a water compass to indicate the direction. The compass had a total of forty-eight equal scales. Each scale was a needle, and the needle path was to tell you which scale to sail towards.

For example, on the first page of the chart, the section "Taicang Port for ships is opened for one single Yi needle to flatten the Wusong River, and the Yi Mao needle is opened for one update to Nanhuizui" means that from the 'Taicang Port for ships is opened for one update, it is 2 hours and 24 minutes to reach the Wusong River mouth. Sailing to the 97.5 degree direction, you can reach Nanhuizui in Pudong in one update."

With the correction of the course of the star-leading map, you can go south through the South China Sea, westward through the Strait of Malacca, and then go to the Persian Gulf, Red Sea and Africa through India!

Looking at the chart, Chameng, Old Port Xuanwei Office, Temasek, Sumatra, Ceylon, Wooden bones, Hulumus... those strings of place names that have not been seen for a long time or familiar, Mr. Zhao's eyes were actually wet.

We were once a hundred years ahead, but we are now a hundred years behind. We are going to lead again by one hundred years!

This is my mission!
Chapter completed!