Qin Feng was too lazy to pay attention to the craftsman who was dragged down by the black bull to scare him.
He opened the door directly and walked in, and a wave of heat suddenly hit him.
In this vast hall, a huge steel beast was seen.
It occupies an area as large as a basketball court and is constantly making annoying roars.
Under this giant steel beast, you can see tongues of orange-red flames constantly shooting out, licking its dark iron skin.
So that the lower part is roasted until it turns red.
Suddenly, a loud whistle sounded.
Someone opened the boiler cover above, and a thick white pillar formed by condensation of water vapor rose into the sky.
Through the hollow roof above the main hall, it reaches straight into the sky! It covers all the stars in the sky!
Qin Feng looked at it carefully for a long time and couldn't help but frown slightly.
If I had to think of an adjective to describe it, it would be like the piles of scrapped cars and steel garbage in a car cemetery. It has no sense of beauty at all.
But such an ugly pile of scrap metal miraculously started to move slowly as the steam column appeared!
That's right! In Qin Feng's horrified eyes, this pile of "broken copper and iron" slowly but firmly slid forward two steps.
But just two simple steps caused it to vibrate violently.
So much so that the whole body made a "clang-clang-clang" sound, as if it was about to explode at the next moment!
"Fuck! What the hell! Run! This thing is going to fall apart!"
Just when Qin Feng was in a panic and turned around to run away.
A hand suddenly placed on his shoulder, holding him firmly in place.
Although this hand is very withered and wrinkled, it looks like a chicken paw.
But just such a "chicken claw" actually made Qin Feng unable to move.
"Jie Jie Jie, Marquis of Xianyang, how are you? I have become Jie Jie Jie after all!"
Qin Feng turned his head and looked at the withered look of the ink worker, and couldn't help but feel a sore nose.
It turns out that Mo Gong, as a Mohist tycoon, was very proud of himself.
He is also highly valued in Daqin and his life is very pleasant.
But just because he had a steam engine, he did not leave the workshop for eight years.
It was as if his soul and spirit were trapped in that pile of "shattered metal".
A feeling of guilt came over him, making Qin Feng almost breathless.
He sniffed hard and said in a hoarse voice:
"Uncle Mo, I lied to you. There is no steam engine in this world that can travel thousands of miles a day.
Let’s stop doing this and let’s go home and take a good rest.”
But before he could finish speaking, his right hand, as skinny as a chicken's claw, was on his throat like lightning!
As long as he exerts a little force, he can easily pinch Qin Feng's throat, tear off his throat, and let the warm blood spill all over the hall.
"Don't move! We're on our own!"
Qin Feng suddenly stopped Black Bull and Tiezhu.
He was afraid that if he was one step too late, Mo Gong would be shot into a hedgehog.
Mo Gong's face was ugly and scary. His cloudy eyes were full of madness and he roared at Qin Feng:
"I don't need you to pity me! If I study this kind of miracle, I will be successful and famous throughout the ages!
I will become a god and be called a saint! The Mohist family will also flourish and be immortal forever!"
When Qin Feng heard this, he nodded with a wry smile.
At this time, Mo Yi, the son of Mo Gong and now the tycoon of the Moh family, walked in from the outside.
He sighed deeply and took off the "paw" that Mo Gong had placed on Qin Feng's neck.
The inkman snorted softly, turned around and shouted to everyone again, climbed to the pile of "broken copper and iron", and started tinkering with it.
Apparently, it was exhausted from just walking a distance of ten meters.
Mo Yi looked at Qin Feng, bowed deeply and choked with sobs:
"I'm sorry, Marquis Xianyang, my father is a little obsessed."
Qin Feng's heart was also very blocked, but at least he no longer felt guilty:
"Everything your father did was for the Mo family and for you."
Mo Yi wiped the corners of his eyes and forced a smile:
"I won't be afraid of your ridicule if I tell you this. Mohist's organ skills are only useful in troubled times.
Now that the world is at peace, the First Emperor, with your assistance, is about to usher in a prosperous age.
If things continue like this, our Mohist family may not be able to continue."
Qin Feng couldn't help but interrupt:
“Things like flying birds and hiding their good bows, cunning rabbits and running dogs, and the destruction of enemy countries and their advisers will never happen to His Majesty the First Emperor!
If you don’t believe me, you can take a look at old General Wang Jian, he is now enjoying his old age!"
Mo Yi smiled bitterly and waved his hand, explaining:
"Don't get me wrong, His Majesty the First Emperor will naturally not deal with the Mohists.
But with the passage of time, the Mohist organ skills have become of no help to the prosperous age.
Gradually, no one is willing to learn, and it will die out naturally."
When Qin Feng heard this, he immediately fell silent.
What Mo Yi said is right, and this is indeed the case in history.
With the establishment of the world and the establishment of the Han Dynasty, the Mohist family disappeared in the long river of history.
The mechanism skills they rely on are only useful in troubled times.
So, this is the reason why Mo Gong is crazy about steam engines!
He wanted to leave something behind for the Mo family, to develop other useful things besides mechanism skills!
Obviously, the steam engine Qin Feng mentioned is exactly what allowed the Mohists to become gods!
Qin Feng sighed deeply. He really couldn't bear to attack these idealists.
In fact, it is precisely because there are idealists in this world.
Only then will human civilization be able to continue, continue to make breakthroughs in adversity, continue to reform and innovate, and eventually become the master of this planet.
Qin Feng racked his brains and supplemented and improved some physics-related knowledge from his previous life for them.
Looking at Mo Yi's expression as if he had found a treasure, he couldn't help but sigh:
"Steam engines do exist, and they are indeed artifacts.
But it will definitely not be accomplished by one or two generations, because the basic science is too poor and needs to be made up for little by little."
Mo's eyes lit up and he asked anxiously:
"for example?"
"For example, the airtightness of your boiler is too poor, and the power conversion is also too poor. This requires you to study it."
"Thank you so much, Marquis Xianyang!"
Mo Yiyi bowed his head to the end and thanked him excitedly.
Qin Feng shook his head, helped him up, and strode out.
When he saw the craftsman who had fainted from fright and was slowly waking up, he couldn't help but move closer and said:
"There are five kinds of spicy food in the world. Do you know where the five are?"
The craftsman replied dazedly:
"Mild spicy, medium spicy, extra spicy...what else?"
Qin Feng has an ear canal:
"Leave your wife and children to me~
You are already done~"
"Ah!! Oh my oo!"
The craftsman screamed and fainted again.
Seeing Qin Feng walking away with a smile, the crazy ink worker suddenly stopped being crazy.
With Mo Yi's support, he slowly climbed down from the "steam engine".
The cloudy eyes revealed sparkle and were full of wisdom.
He looked at Qin Feng's back with a smile and said seriously:
"Remember, this little monkey is not easy to fool!
Although he is lawless all day long, there is something wrong with him.
That means you still have some conscience towards your own people! You will feel guilty!
So, from now on, our father and I will have to deal with each other more and more miserably, and the knowledge in his head can deceive him a little bit! Jie Jie Jie! "
(I finally ate fried braised pancakes today~so delicious~)
