The most arrogant in history

Chapter 855 will be burned after reading.

Ye Feng replied: "We tested it on the national highway and the maximum speed was 110 miles per hour. This speed is already higher than the speed of an ordinary horse.

Only a true steed, with a sprinting speed, can outrun a car."

Generally speaking, the speed of a normal war horse is 40 kilometers per hour, and it can run continuously for 100 kilometers.

But a thousand-mile horse can run at a speed of sixty kilometers per hour.

Some short-distance racehorses in later generations could even run at a speed of 90 kilometers per hour.

Ye Kun was very surprised and asked, "Can our car run continuously for three hours?"

"I can only run for an hour and a half straight, then cool down for ten minutes before I can run again."

"It seems that the performance of the third-generation car has indeed improved a lot."

Ye Kun nodded and smiled.

As they were talking, they arrived in front of the special car.

The special car has only four seats and can accommodate three more people besides the driver.

Ye Kun took Zhuge Hong and got into the car.

Ye Feng mounted his horse and followed.

Ye Kun fastened his seat belt and told the driver: "Drive slower, no need to go so fast."

The driver took the order and started the car.

A smell of gasoline hit my nose.

Ye Kun put on a mask and smiled at Zhuge Hong, "I think it will take another 20 years to develop a truly mature car. The current cars are still in the experimental stage and cannot be promoted."

Zhuge Hong smiled and said, "Your Majesty, your special car costs 20,000 taels of silver, and we can't afford it."

Ye Kun waved his hand: "I don't want such a special car. Let's send it to the Science and Technology City and the Automobile Factory as a model for research."

A car, 20,000 taels of silver.

Ye Kun can afford it, but the officials and the people in the court will also talk about it.

They would say that the emperor developed technology for his own enjoyment.

Ye Kun will not take the blame.

Moreover, such a car provides a poor riding experience and is unsafe, even worse than a horse-drawn carriage.

Not even as stable as a ship.

The car was on the road and was relatively stable.

This is also the reason for the cement avenue.

Zhuge Hong said: "Your Majesty, the main roads inside and outside Zhuo County have been replaced with cement roads. The road surface is straight and wide, and all kinds of vehicles can drive smoothly. This is the credit of Lord Ding, and it can be said to benefit all the people of China."

Ye Kun smiled and said, "If you have roads, you also need cars. Traditional iron-hooped wheels are very harmful to the road surface. Rubber tires are the only way to match the cement road. Have you ever counted what percentage of vehicles on the road have rubber wheels?"

"Your Majesty, according to our latest statistics, traditional iron hoop wheels account for half. Rubber wheels also account for half. There are two types of rubber wheels, one is solid tires and the other is pneumatic tires. Pneumatic tires account for a very small proportion, only 10%.

But our productivity is still improving, and in the future there will be more and more rubber wheels, and iron hoop wheels will gradually disappear."

“The statistics work is good.”

Ye Kun nodded: "In fact, horseshoes also damage cement roads. But for now, we have no way to solve this problem. We can only wait and rely on the power of technology and the development of industry to gradually phase out horse-drawn carriages."

Zhuge Hong smiled bitterly and said, "It will probably take another hundred years to completely eliminate horse-drawn carriages, right?"

Ye Kun smiled and said, "I estimate that it will only take 20 years to completely eliminate horse-drawn carriages on provincial and national roads. But in the countryside, even a hundred years would not be enough."

There are also sporadic remains of horse-drawn and ox-drawn carts from later generations in the era of intelligent industry.

Zhuge Hong said: "As long as there are horse-drawn carriages in the countryside, there will be no way to stop them on national and provincial roads."

Ye Kun smiled slightly: "Our current national highway is also called a highway. We will upgrade it in the future, set up barriers on both sides of the road, and prohibit pedestrians and carriages from going on the road. That's it.

Only a few key intersections will be left with checkpoints for vehicles to get on and off."

There are fewer vehicles now, so Ye Kun did not implement closed management of the highway.

But in a few years, as the number of cars increases, the national highway will have to be completely closed.

Zhuge Hong laughed and said, "It would be difficult to block both sides of such a long national highway."

“Constructing national highways and railways was even more difficult, but it was also completed.”

"The emperor said so."

The king and his minister chatted all the way until they arrived at Sang Buzhi's residence.

Sang Buzhi's sons had heard the news long ago and were waiting at the door.

Ye Kun got out of the car and asked, "How is Lord Sang doing now?"

"Your Majesty, my father is in a coma..."

"I gonna go see."

Ye Kun nodded and entered the Sang Mansion.

Sang Buzhi's mansion was expanded a few years ago. It is now a building complex covering an area of ​​five acres, with hundreds of rooms and a small conference room.

On the big bed in the master bedroom, Sang Buyi was sleeping on his back, his hair and beard all white.

She looks a lot thinner, but has a big belly.

And his face is sallow.

Ye Kun sighed and asked the doctor beside him, "Does Mr. Sang's problem have anything to do with his liver?"

Two of the doctors here are disciples of the legendary doctor Xia Tuo. They nodded and said, "Based on the pulse, it's a liver problem. But we can't treat it."

Wang Peng, the director of Zhuo County Hospital, also clasped his fists and said, "At least a hundred doctors have come to participate in the consultation with Lord Sang, but... they are all helpless. We suspect that Lord Sang has ascites in his abdomen."

Ye Kun frowned and asked Sang Buyi's eldest son: "Is your father sixty-three years old this year?"

"Your Majesty, my father is exactly sixty-three years old this year."

"It seems that Lord Sang's destiny has come."

Ye Kun shook his head, walked out of the bedroom, sat down in the living room, and said to the doctors: "Mr. Sang's illness seems to be a liver tumor. We cannot treat this disease now. You don't have to blame yourself. Keep a good record of the treatment and summarize the treatment experience for the benefit of future generations."

This is the level of medical care these days.

Not to mention Sang Buyi, even if Ye Kun got such a disease, there would be no way to save him.

The eldest son of the Sang family cried and said, "Your Majesty, my father was still conscious a few days ago and wrote a suicide note to Your Majesty. Please take a look at it."

Ye Kun nodded and took the letter to read it.

The letter was sealed and the seal was still there.

I opened the letter and saw dense pen writing inside.

In the letter, Sang Buyi recalled the past when he followed Ye Kun in his battles, as well as the past when he served as the acting governor of the nine ministries after the capital was moved to Zhuo County. He expressed his admiration and respect for Ye Kun.

However, Sang Buyi also expressed his concerns.

The country's population explosion will definitely bring about food and security pressures in a hundred years.

There was also the court's large-scale foreign migration, which resulted in a large scale of population movement and a huge financial expenditure.

Sang Buzhi suggested that the great cause of ruling the world should be divided into several stages and completed over a hundred years, and should not be rushed.

Regarding personnel arrangements, Sang Buzhi also recommended Zhuge Hong to take over his position and be in charge of the nine ministries.

In the end, Sang Buyi also persuaded Ye Kun that the prince was young and inevitably willful, so he should let Ye Kun abdicate, the later the better, and not abdicate too early, and hand over the power to Ye Kun.

After Ye Kun finished reading the letter, he burned it.