Chat Group of Myriad Worlds of Tang Dynasty

The steam engine made of transparent glass is not a hard existence, and it can only be heated by fire, but how the steam engine works is clear at a glance.

This is where Xiao Wu excels.

"With this thing, take it out, and everyone will understand how the steam engine is made."

"Of course, they can't do it, but they will have other ideas."

"Husband, I do this, right?"

Li Ke smiled: "You can do whatever you want."

It’s not that Li Ke is magnanimous. The main reason is that this steam engine will be included in textbooks no matter what. In the past two years, everyone has not known the principle of it. After two years, it will be well known.

In another three to five years, the students who graduated from Longmen will flow into the society.

By that time, the steam engine was no secret.

This kind of secret that obviously cannot be covered is not a secret.

In China, there should be no barriers to knowledge.

Since there are no barriers to knowledge, let everyone start learning!

After the tsunami of knowledge appears, the stars will shine brighter.

……

In the land of Sichuan and Sichuan, Di Renjie carefully looked at the cave not far away. There were already some traces of the trap set up at the door. After a while, the fog and humidity would make this trap disappear, and it would no longer be detectable with the naked eye.

"Master, can you do it?"

"Remove the word "?" Di Renjie licked the corner of his mouth. He no longer cared about drinking water. He took banana leaves from the side to cover their bodies and hide in the dark. It was not an easy task.

Having lived in Sichuan and Sichuan for a long time, it is natural that they will not be affected by the humidity. The two little guys are dumbfounded and motionless.

"Master, I want to eat pancakes and peppers."

"The chili seeds have just been planted this year, so we can eat more next year." Di Renjie said softly.

"Why do you think that man wants to make a hole here?"

A wise smile appeared on Di Renjie's face, "He must be trying to trap those craftsmen."

Di Renjie swore, "Yuan Fang, think about it, if you were that person, why would you risk such a big risk to dig a hole in the mountain?"

"Are you afraid of heights?"

The little book boy is called Yuan Fang, naturally the sky is round and the place is round. He scratched his head and thought for a long time: "Master, I am not as smart as you, but I am afraid of heights."

"If I were to make a hole in it, I'd be sick to death."

"I'm sure scared to death."

Di Renjie nodded: "That's right, unless he specializes in this."

"In the land of Sichuan and Sichuan, there are not many people who specialize in this, but I know one or two."

When I was young, I liked to watch all kinds of martial arts and ghosts, which made Di Renjie full of familiarity with various institutions and so on, and full of curiosity and understanding of characters in various industries.

"This person should be the Flying Dog in Five Elements and Eight Works."

Yuan Fang seemed a little puzzled: "Master, this name is really ugly, do you have to call it a dog?"

"Hahaha, I'm also curious why they chose such an ugly name, but their skills are not ugly."

Di Renjie was very mature, wiped away the traces of wetness on his face, and shook his little hand, "As long as your skills are not ugly, you can live anywhere."

He thought of many things in his mind, and he said that he was young and ignorant, but he was a big kid, and it was beyond comparison for ordinary people.

Night falls, crows.

The fog in the mountains began to fill up, and under the moonlight at night, Di Renjie and Yuan Fang could no longer see the traces in front of them clearly.

For grown-ups, hiding in the bushes is sad at this time of year, let alone two little ones?
The sound of insects is bursting, like summer, and like winter.

In a corner not far away, Di Guangyuan led someone to squat behind.

"Master, shouldn't it be time to go and have a look, the young master can't stand the cold."

Di Guangyuan felt sorry for his youngest son, but he knew that if he passed now, he would be hated by his son for the rest of his life.

My youngest son has never troubled me in any way, even though he is stubborn sometimes, he is a naive child after all.

When he was his age, he had lost too many things, and Di Guangyuan didn't want Di Renjie to lose too.

"Don't worry, approach slowly, but don't be found."

Di Guangyuan squinted his eyes. Under the moonlight, he saw the figure on the mountain road.

My heart skipped a beat.

This person is coming!
If he hadn't heard Di Renjie's words, he didn't know what would have happened.

Sure enough, someone was sabotaging the construction of the plank road. The construction of the Shu road was difficult to reach the sky. The court spent a lot of money, and the samurai Xun even came to the scene in person, as if he had issued a military order.

This person wants to destroy, there must be some interests in it.

Di Guangyuan felt that he was in a bit of a dilemma. If he arrested this person, he would touch some disputes, but if he didn't arrest him, his son Di Renjie was about to make a move now.

No, the arrow is on the string.

People are always going to die. I am already old, and my son can't live in such a grievance like myself.

Di Renjie rubbed his hands, "Yuan Fang, do you feel cold?"

Yuan Fang shook his head: "Master, I'm not cold."

He said it wasn't cold, but his body was shivering, and he pulled the blades of grass in front of him onto his body, thinking that it would keep out the cold.

As everyone knows, when it is cold, wearing thick clothes is essentially to warm the clothes, and then create an environment without losing heat.

It was very difficult for Yuanfang to warm up the big leaf.

Suddenly, Di Renjie's body stiffened suddenly, "Here we come!"

He saw that figure coming down from the rock wall, like a gecko parading against the wall.

Finally, he landed slowly, let out a long breath, and there was a white mist in the air.

Di Renjie began to feel nervous. Three steps away from the man was the trap he had set. That trap was a trap.

Di Renjie didn't know the identity of this person, and it was difficult to use something that could kill people. In addition, he was relatively young, so he finally used the existence like a knot.

Considering that the man might have a knife on him, Di Renjie calmly added a few dead buckles to the ropes.

This is a technique learned from the Taoist temple on the mountain.

With this method, it can be guaranteed that as long as anyone is entangled, there is basically no chance of a comeback.

Seeing the man gasping for a few breaths and slowly approaching his trap, Di Renjie's heart began to lift.

bang bang bang...

Three crisp sounds came!

Di Renjie let out a long breath.

A huge stone rolled down with a bang, and a thick rope was tied to the stone. At the end of the rope was the man hanging upside down.

Although he tried his best to turn over and try to get the rope, he basically couldn't finish it.

Because Di Renjie had already rushed over.

There was hardly a single part of the man free to move about.

Di Renjie raised the sickle in his hand: "Tell me, who are you?"