Chapter 28 Do you think this looks like a steam engine? What chicken?
"Crossbowman?! Where's the crossbowman?! Shoot this idiot to death with random arrows!"
Qin Feng cursed angrily.
No one expected that Mo Gong's whole attitude would change dramatically when he found out that he was the legendary Qin Feng.
His eyes finally stopped squinting, and he no longer used his nostrils to pronounce words. His whole person became refined and easy-going, and he said respectfully:
"Mr. Qin, please forgive me for my blindness. I really didn't mean to offend you."
This makes people feel even more depressed. Is my reputation so bad?
Just mentioning his name, this old man's attitude has changed so much?
It can really stop a baby from crying at night!
The disciples around Mo Gong were unhappy and whispered:
"Master! As a giant of the Mohist family, why are you so polite to a young junior?"
Mo Gong slowly shook his head:
"You don't understand. This person has a surly temperament and a bad temper. He will fight with others if he disagrees with him.
Now it has been spread among the noble circles that this young man seems to have something wrong with his brain. He sent troops to rob the village, and what he robbed was excrement!
We don’t need to be as knowledgeable as him!”
This young disciple was convinced and stopped talking.
Qin Feng's face was expressionless. Are you polite? Do you dare to be louder? Do you want to use a speaker to chat "quietly" in my ear?
Is this old man still a giant of the Mohist family?
Since the death of the founder of the Mohist family, the Mohist family has been divided into the Chu School of Mohism of Deng Lingzi, the Qi School of Mohism of Xiang Fuzi, and the Qin School of Mohism of Xiang Liqin.
Presumably this Mohist giant, the Mohist Master, is the Mohist of the Qin School who has cooperated with the Qin State for generations.
As the saying goes, don’t hit someone with a smiling face, not to mention this is an old man.
Qin Feng asked helplessly:
"Why did the king ask you to come?"
Mo Gong smiled lightly and said:
"The king told me that Mr. Qin has a wonderful thing here, and asked me to come over and discuss it."
Qin Feng nodded:
"Then let's go. Finish the competition early and go back early."
Sure enough, the First Emperor would not let these good things go!
They say they are here to discuss matters, but in fact they are here to supervise the work!
Qin Feng, who was already exhausted, took Mo Gong and his group into the carriage and went straight to the factory five miles north of the village.
As soon as I saw it, I saw a tall chimney on the roof of the house, with thick smoke billowing from it.
On the Wei River, ships were passing by, transporting a kind of black stone eggs.
The ink worker suddenly became interested, jumped out of the carriage, rubbed the coal, and asked:
"What is this?"
Qin Feng leaned lazily on the carriage and said lightly:
"Coal, fuel, is better than wood."
The workshop stretches for a full two miles, and at the entrance is a huge iron gate with the inscription: Daqin Comprehensive Workshop, in six large characters.
The ink worker became more and more interested and walked in quickly.
"This is the heat generated by coal, right? It's so powerful!"
"Well, that's right."
"What are these shiny crystals?"
"Glass, the transparent kind."
"Are you making an iron sword? To put it bluntly, the so-called iron swords of the Six Kingdoms are far worse than the bronze swords of our Da Qin!
Huh? No! This purity...is it iron?"
"Probably, it seems that the experiment failed. If it succeeded, it should be called steel!"
Along the way, the ink worker was like a curious baby, touching everything and asking about everything.
Qin Feng yawned all the way and followed him closely.
He was really a little afraid of this old man and even wanted to touch the boiler.
If he hadn't stopped him with quick eyesight and quick hands, the old man's career would have been ruined.
"Not bad, not bad! Although it is still inferior to my Mo family's mechanical skills, it is still somewhat creative."
The ink worker stroked his beard and commented with a smile.
Qin Feng curled his lips and said angrily:
"Mechanism technique? Then have you ever heard of an iron bird as big as a Kunpeng that carries people soaring into the sky day and night without rest?"
The ink worker was stunned for a moment, then said disdainfully:
"This is just a fantasy novel. How can something out of imagination be compared with the art of mechanism?
Gongshu Ban once acted like a wooden bird, spreading his wings and flying in the sky without rest for three days. This is a traceable thing!"
Qin Feng said again:
"Then have you ever heard that there is a ship as huge as Kunlun, carrying people across the ocean, riding the wind and waves, with thunder rumbling, like a meteor falling to the ground, and the power is as powerful as thunder!"
Mo Gong slowly shook his head:
"In ancient times, human beings were born in tribes and were extremely ignorant, so they had no choice but to imagine such things to comfort their souls."
Qin Feng smiled, pointed at himself, and said lightly:
"If I have indeed seen it, not only seen it but even rode on it, would you believe it?"
Mo Gong frowned when he looked at Qin Feng's appearance, then smiled and shook his head and said:
"Mr. Qin, why are you making fun of me? You just want to fool those little girls. Let me tell you, it's really boring!"
Qin Feng also laughed when he heard this.
After wandering around the workshop for an hour, the ink worker discovered that his body was covered in black debris.
After patting it away casually, he couldn't help but sigh:
"The king asked me and other craftsmen to come up with a way to transport grain. The number of troops attacking Chu was too large, and the Chu people's country had a dense river network, so the losses in transporting grain were too great.
If we experience the losses of the Changping Battle again, I’m afraid the people of Qin will not be able to bear it!”
Qin Feng suddenly thought of something and blurted out:
"Qin Chidao?"
The ink worker suddenly raised his head and scolded:
"How do you know about such confidential matters?"
Sure enough! I guessed it right!
Qin Feng has been keen on various historical objects since he was a child. He once read a report about Qin Chidao in an archaeological magazine!
It is said that when Qin Shihuang was conquering Chu, he built a track for transporting grain, which was similar to the railway tracks of later generations.
Only it’s not a train, but a horse-drawn carriage!
At that time, everyone was sighing at the wisdom and creativity of the Qin people, as well as the unique charm of the Qin Dynasty.
Now, I was actually touched by myself!
Looking at Mo Gong's unkind eyes, Qin Feng chuckled lightly;
“Make tracks of cork and let the carriage slide on them, so that the horses can pull the most cargo with the least effort.
Stations were set up along the way, and horses were replaced every fifty or one hundred miles, day and night.
I have to say that the person who can come up with such an idea is indeed a genius.
but......."
Mo Gong frowned:
"but what?"
"But have you ever considered wear and tear? Cork is worn out too much after all. What if the floor is replaced with cement and the track is replaced with steel?
Or just replace the horses!"
Mo Gong was stunned:
"Replace the horses? If you don't use horses, you can't use people to pull them, right?"
"Follow me! I'll show you a big baby!"
Qin Feng took the ink worker to a relatively remote house in the workshop.
As expected, Meng Tian was lying in there, lazing around, and making a pot of tea, which was very comfortable.
Qin Feng was too lazy to kick him, but excitedly pointed at the teapot that was blown up by the hot air and said: