One hundred and ninety-first chapter ink stone change clue
"Dad, how much gold did you spend on this carriage?"
At sunset, after being busy for most of the day, Feng Bingwen finally landed in a quiet Feng Mansion. Feng Bingwen circled a pig iron carriage, then raised his head and asked a wealthy young man standing next to him who seemed to have something wrong with his posture.
It is the filial son Feng Zichuan Feng who has returned to his hometown. He is dressed in rich embroidery, wearing a hat decorated with red tassels, a white jade ring on his waist, a sword on the left, and a brocade sachet on the right. He really looks rich and noble.
"Not much, fifty gold baht!"
After hearing his son's question, Feng Zichuan, who had several ugly footprints on his buttocks, showed a proud smile and gestured, as if he was taking advantage of him.
"How many?"
Before Feng Bingwen could say anything, another voice full of energy and anger sounded in the courtyard,
"You spent fifty gold baht on this piece of iron?"
"Dad, listen to my explanation!"
When Feng Zichuan heard this, he was startled. He turned around and immediately saw the old father who had just taught him a lesson standing at the moon gate of the courtyard. His thick eyebrows were knitted together. The anger that had just subsided seemed to be surging again.
Vigorous momentum.
"Explain what? Fifty gold baht? How rich have you made? If you don't take money seriously, do you know how much my monthly salary is?"
"I know, five silver baht."
Feng Zichuan knew that his father had been teaching in the county school since he could remember. However, at that time, his father's salary was only three silver bahts. In the past twenty years, it has only increased to five silver bahts. If it is considered safe,
, it’s really nothing to say.
"Know? Know that you still waste money like this? It would take me seventeen years to save fifty gold baht without eating or drinking, and you actually bought an iron horse? What's the use of it?"
Feng Lingjun couldn't understand that one gold baht could buy a horse for pulling and plowing, two or three gold bahts could buy a good horse that could go on the battlefield, and a war horse that could wear armor would cost more than ten gold.
baht.
This iron horse is good, but it doesn't sleep. It can only pull a cart, but it can't run. Why is it worth fifty gold baht? If you buy a horse directly, how much forage can you get?
"Dad, this is an iron horse launched by the Mohist government office and is open to the public. The leather is durable and has a service life of a hundred years. You don't need to take care of this iron horse as carefully as you would take care of a horse. It won't be a problem even if it is soaked by water or burned by fire.
use."
Hearing his father's reprimand, Feng Zichuan was very unconvinced. In his opinion, this was something that could change the lives of the people in the entire Daqian Dynasty.
You can buy it for only 50 gold baht, which is high quality and low price. It is because it has just been launched and many old-fashioned people have no vision, so they set such a low price.
"A hundred years? Humph, you are still a businessman. How can others say that a hundred years is a hundred years? I also said that I can live for a thousand years. Is it possible?"
Seeing that his worthless son still dared to argue with him, the old man was furious. Feng Bingwen's eyes twitched and he hesitated to speak.
"Dad, this is made of iron. There is not a piece of wood in it. I can still pass it on to my grandson, my great-grandson."
"What about iron? If it gets wet, it will rust. As for wood, it can be dry for a hundred years and wet for a thousand years."
"I haven't been dry or wet for more than half a year."
Feng Zichuan responded smoothly, which immediately made the old man furious. He broke a dead tree and rushed towards Feng Zichuan in three steps and two steps at a time, ready to teach his son a lesson.
Feng Bingwen watched the father and son running around the carriage without saying a word. This was not something he should get involved in. He took a few steps forward and carefully looked at the carriage, which shone with cold metallic luster.
Naturally, he was not just looking. The majestic spiritual consciousness swept through the tall and mighty iron horse, penetrated into it, and scanned its internal structure inch by inch. However, when it reached the core, Feng Bingwen discovered something unexpected as expected. objects in .
"Dad, is this iron horse really able to move all the time without eating or drinking water?"
Feng Bingwen turned to look at Feng Zichuan, who had been held down by the old man, and even had dust and grass clippings on his face, and asked.
It's pitiful to say that Feng Zichuan is obviously only over 20 years old and is in the prime of life with strong blood, but his strength is still not as strong as that of the old man who is already over 50 years old.
The twenty-year-old young man was being held down and beaten by the fifty-year-old man. Although he did not dare to resist, the detour just now proved that he could not escape even if he tried to escape.
"Of course not."
Feng Zichuan, who had been beaten several times by the old man, stood up with a grin on his face and answered his son's questions while arranging his messy clothes.
"It mainly relies on ink stone."
"Inkstone?"
In fact, Feng Bingwen, who had already seen the energy core of this iron horse, pretended not to know. He watched his father walk behind the carriage with excitement, opened a sealed iron box at the rear of the carriage, and took out a palm-sized dark cube. brick,
"This is the ink stone. It is said that it was developed by several great sages of the Mohist family. Such a piece is enough for this iron horse to walk for three days and three nights without rest, running thousands of miles. And the price of this ink stone is only only Three copper beads."
"Three copper plants?"
At this time, not only Feng Bingwen, but also the old man who had previously felt that his son was spending money carelessly, looked shocked. Without him, the price was so cheap that even a random family could afford it.
"Is it really that cheap? Three copper coins are enough to travel a thousand miles a day?"
Although the old man is old-fashioned, he is not pedantic or stupid.
"Seriously, the Tiangong Pavilion opened by the Mohists in Fucheng is in charge of a Mohist, and he personally guaranteed it to me."
Feng Zichuan vowed steadfastly.
"Mo Zhen, that incident is certain."
Although the Confucian and Mohist families are not in conflict with each other in terms of philosophy, everyone still recognizes the Mohist's character. The old man did not doubt it, but thought of something else.
"If this product is used in farming, many people will no longer have to worry about hunger."
"Unfortunately, the price is too high."
Thinking of the price of fifty gold baht, the old man shook his head again and again. At this price, even if a family of five people and their belongings were sold, they still couldn't get an iron horse.
"Dad, this kind of machine beast is only sold to me, a businessman who travels all over the world and makes money from all directions. I heard from the Mohist that the Mohist family has specially developed a wooden ox for mulberry farming. There is no price yet. , but I guess it won’t be too high.”
"Wooden cow? If the price exceeds that of a live cow, I'm afraid no one will buy it."
The old man still didn't realize what the appearance of the ink stone meant. His attention was attracted by the wooden cow that was not yet on sale in the Tiangong Pavilion of the Mo family.
But Feng Bingwen's eyes were all attracted by the neatly stacked ink-black pieces behind the carriage.
He picked up a piece and looked at it carefully. The price of three copper plates naturally did not have any fancy prints. It was ordinary and simple, but such a small piece could enable an iron horse weighing nearly a thousand kilograms to travel thousands of miles a day. The meaning represented is epoch-making.
If the government did not set the price of three copper plants at the expense of the national treasury in order to allow the people to easily buy inkstones, but indeed the production of inkstones could be as low as three copper plants, it would represent a new era. Coming soon.
Inkstone is cheap, simple, and can be manufactured in large quantities. As long as it has all the above characteristics, the productivity of the Daqian Dynasty will explode.
He listened to the excited conversation between the old man and his father, without commenting or participating in it.
Although both the old man and his father are far more knowledgeable than ordinary people, they are still restricted by their times and origins.
In fact, not only them, but also Feng Bingwen, the Mohist family who made this iron horse and wooden ox, felt that their thinking was still limited. This iron horse, which restored the form of a real horse one to one, is enough to prove it.
It's completely unnecessary. A machine beast designed with the skeletal structure of an ordinary horse as its framework is definitely not the best structure.
Another point is the size. Since they are all made of steel and metal, there is no need to stick to the size of ordinary objects. It is completely possible to create super large machine beasts that are as majestic as mountains.
Well, no, it can't be said that others can't make it, but that he hasn't seen it yet. The inheritance of the Mohist school is long, and the Confucian school is even worse.
It's just that the skills they master are basically invisible to ordinary people and can't be felt. But this time, a change that can benefit most people is about to come.
Feng Bingwen realized this, his father and the old man also realized it, and even many people in the county today who saw this machine beast also thought of it.
It’s just that no one can imagine what impact such a change will have. Feng Bingwen can barely imagine it, but he doesn’t dare to predict what the final situation will be, because there are immortals, saints, gods and demons in this world.
Although it is difficult to imagine what the future will be like, Feng Bingwen can't help but have expectations in his heart. A world that is a hundred times better than the current prosperous world may be about to emerge.
However, this change, which aims directly at ordinary people, is only beginning to take shape now, and it will take a long time to see clear changes.
For Feng Bingwen today, in the eyes of everyone in the Feng Mansion, he should focus on one thing right now, the Qiugui Imperial Examination and the Tongsheng Examination.
His father also heard the news that he was going to take the imperial examination, so he risked being beaten and rushed home all the way to see him off.
Everything is inferior, only reading is superior.
Although Da Qian did not say anything like this, similar concepts were basically rooted in the hearts of the people. Taking part in the imperial examination and gaining fame was the only way for poor people to turn around.
Practicing martial arts silently and participating in martial arts can also achieve class leaps, but this is not a choice for ordinary people. Being poor in literature and rich in martial arts is not just talk, money is an indispensable thing.
Those who can excel in martial arts must have nothing to do with poverty. No matter how talented you are, you still need money to support it. Otherwise, it will be a castle in the air, and everything will be in vain.