Qin Feng thought for a while and didn't remember that he had such a relative, so he asked:
"Who are you? Are you here to apply for a job as a police dog in Tingwei Mansion?"
The old man smiled and said:
"If you say that, old man, I will just lie down."
Qin Feng immediately realized that the man in love was Pengci'er himself, who wanted to use his excrement in exchange for more food!
Qin Feng couldn't help but smile:
"Are you still in good spirits?"
Uncle Pengcier stroked his beard and said:
"Yes, I can still make 6 steamed buns, set up a stall, and sell some food to support my family."
Qin Feng thought for a while and said hesitantly:
"Is your son... okay?"
Uncle Peng Ci'er was about to bow in gratitude, but Qin Feng quickly held him back, fearing that the uncle would show his waist again and blackmail him.
"Thank you, Lord Marquis! Not only did my son come back alive from the battle to destroy Chu, but he was also promoted to centurion for his merit."
Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say a few words when the old man continued:
"After getting married a few days ago, I followed General Tu Sui to the south and prepared to conquer Baiyue!"
"..."
Qin Feng was speechless. He had been feeling emotional for a long time. Does your son have to die?
The Qin Dynasty version of Death is coming?
Originally, Xiong Qi and Chen Ying rebelled, resulting in the annihilation of Li Xin's 200,000-strong army.
I risked my life to save you, but your son will follow Tu Sui to conquer Baiyue?
Your son is really miserable, whoever is unlucky will be the same.
Tu Sui's first expedition was extremely difficult and resulted in heavy casualties.
Even Tu Sui himself died in the battle.
The First Emperor had no choice but to let his lieutenants, Zhao Tuo and Ren Xiao, take over the army and continue the expedition against Vietnam.
During the construction of Ling Canal, it took five or six years of hard work to finally win it.
This battle almost exhausted Great Qin's vitality.
Qin Feng patted the old man on the shoulder and comforted:
"If it doesn't work out, I'll help your son support his wife."
"ha?"
The old man glanced at Qin Feng warily, frowned and said:
"Master Marquis is a good wife? If that's the case, be careful of the ruthless old man's martial arts fist!"
Seeing the old man doing a horse stance, he had to use a set of boxing techniques.
Qin Feng hurriedly persuaded him to stop, fearing that he would flash his waist again.
The two of them were considered old friends. They smiled at each other and stopped chatting.
The old man was busy going back to do business.
Qin Feng looked at the old man's busy back and the old Qin people coming and going, and couldn't help but sigh deeply.
Although under his intervention, 600,000 Guanzhong disciples who attacked Chu returned and 400,000 returned, but not all of them stayed in Chu.
You must know that in history, the main force in conquering Baiyue was Qin soldiers.
The Qin soldiers fought hard, but the extremely hot weather in the south still caused heavy losses to the children of Guanzhong.
This also greatly hurt the vitality of the Qin Dynasty, so that when Liu Bang entered the pass, the Qin Dynasty had no soldiers to fight.
Therefore, in this expedition against Yue, only one hundred thousand of the Guanzhong disciples were sent, and the main force was the two hundred thousand Chu army led by Jing Ju.
But Qin Feng asked himself, should these 100,000 Guanzhong disciples be sacrificed?
Use their deaths to gain the attention of the First Emperor?
Qin Feng sighed deeply and murmured:
"Uncle Pengci'er, your son is really unlucky for eight lifetimes!"
He shook his head and decided to persuade the First Emperor not to start the war lightly.
Now that Yi Xusong has returned to Baiyue, he has his handle.
Qin Fu should have arrived in the Chu region. He just needs to get on the line with Peng Yue and escort him to Baiyue in the name of doing business.
When the time comes, it will be the best strategy to find a way to disintegrate Baiyue from within.
If we attack by force, I'm afraid the losses will be huge!
Just when Qin Feng was thinking about whether he should go to Wangyi Palace to persuade the First Emperor.
Mo Yi suddenly appeared behind Qin Feng and said angrily:
"The tycoon of the Mohist family, Mo Yi, is the Marquis of Xianyang."
"Don't just talk, why don't you just kowtow?"
???
You are so rude!
The two stared at each other for a long time before Mo Yicai snorted:
"Master Qin, you are so leisurely, you pity my father!
I’m so nervous now that you’ve hurt me, I’m immersed in the workshop all day long, never seeing the light of day!”
Qin Feng asked with some guilt:
"Is your father, the ink worker, also studying steam engines? This thing is just what I said casually, it's fake."
When Mo Yiyi heard this, he was furious:
"You still have the nerve to say that? You drew a sketch for my father before, and he believed it and studied it hard.
Now that you have achieved some success, you actually say it’s a lie?”
Qin Feng was dumbfounded and said in confusion:
"A small achievement? Did he really achieve it?"
"No, it's just that the motivation you mentioned has been formed."
"Let's go! Take me to see it!"
With that said, Qin Feng called the carriage and took Mo Yi to the Da Qin Empire workshop.
Today's Da Qin Empire workshop has expanded more than ten times in size.
It not only produces cement, glass, porcelain, etc., it has even allocated part of it to start producing fine steel!
The bronze weapons and equipment of the Great Qin Dynasty began to advance towards the Iron Age, and under Qin Feng's intervention, the progress became even more rapid.
Qin Feng passed through a series of workshops and finally came to the independent courtyard again.
At this time, the large chimney on the roof was "whirring" and emitting black smoke, and the sound of mechanical rotation kept coming from inside.
This is a modern sound that has been lost for a long time!
In a trance, he seemed to have returned two thousand years later to his home before the time travel!
Qin Feng's face turned red, he opened the door excitedly and rushed in.
I saw the ink worker, his beard and hair all white, standing quietly inside with his hands behind his back.
In front of him was a huge machine the size of a house.
Under the machinery, coal was burning brightly, and above the machinery, steam was constantly rising.
Steam drives gear machinery to operate, but it is extremely slow and inefficient.
Seeing this scene, Qin Feng felt a little disappointed.
Sure enough, things develop in an orderly manner and in a spiral, rather than in one fell swoop.
The technological generation gap is so great that it is impossible to develop a steam engine.
Now it's just boiling water, and it's extremely inefficient and completely useless.
Mo Gong turned around, and Qin Feng realized that he was already too old.
For seven years, he devoted all his efforts to this machine.
For a moment, Qin Feng had some words that he couldn't say.
Because no matter what, the ink artist can be called a master!
Mo Gong said in a hoarse voice:
"Master Qin, I seem to have no chance of successfully developing it.
Seven years later, the motivation has still not been resolved, and the efficiency is too low."
Qin Feng patted his shoulder and said seriously:
"It doesn't matter. In fact, if human beings continue to develop for two thousand years, they still cannot escape the fate of boiling water.
You have done a great job, and you can pass on this great cause to future generations, just take your time."
Mo Yi: "???"
Leave this thing to me? I'm really stuck on the horse...
The ink worker sighed, looked at the huge machine in front of him, and murmured:
"I wonder how future generations will record me? Fool? Fool?"
Qin Feng shook his head and said solemnly:
"They will record that King Qin swept Liuhe, how majestic the tiger style was!"
((??_??) Seize the bamboo shoot! Because my head was pinched by the door, they called me Ms. "Carmen the Pig"!)
