Daqin Engineering Corps

They are craftsmen, and the tools and materials are almost ready-made, so they can do it very quickly.

After a while, they were handed over, and each was eager to try to sit and open and close.

Shen Bing just likes to see them who have never seen the world.

What Shen Bing didn't expect was that this folding stool quickly became popular in the whole army...

In Qin Dynasty, the etiquette of "sit on knees" was more suitable for indoors. If it was outdoors and ordinary people were not happy with that.

Therefore, this simple folding stool is very suitable for the troops who are mostly marching and fighting outside.

After the gunner made the first batch, he immediately passed it on to other carpenters, and the soldiers were very tempted to ask for it when they saw it.

Then when Yang Duanhe came to inspect the troops, he felt strange.

Soldiers who used to sit around or squat to eat, now sit on "sackcloth shelves" leisurely.

Yang Duanhe couldn't help asking in doubt: "What is this?"

The soldier replied:

"Return to the general, this is something made by the engineer for rest."

"The engineer calls it a stool."

"General, do you want to try?"

As he spoke, a soldier came up with a handful.

Yang Duanhe "hummed" and ignored it.

Qin Shi's way of sitting with his feet apart facing each other is regarded as disrespectful to the other party, and it is also a barbaric and rude expression.

How could he, Yang Duanhe, have the same knowledge as these barbarians.

If it wasn't made by Shen Bing, I'm afraid Yang Duanhe would have ordered people to pile up all these "stools" and burn them clean.

Then Yang Duanhe discovered that these "stools" had sprung up like mushrooms after rain, and they were everywhere without knowing it.

Yang Duanhe, who returned to the handsome camp, was still kneeling and sitting in front of the desk, pouring wine while disapproving:

"This is a vulgar person, no wonder he has been a villager all his life."

"If you don't understand basic etiquette, what's the difference between you and that beast?"

"It doesn't look like me..."

"Wearing such a thick armor and still sitting here kneeling."

"Not to mention that I am so old, I still have injuries on my legs."

"Is it easy for me?"

……

Just thinking about Yang Duanhe couldn't help but gasped.

"Oh, it's not good. The injury on this leg hurts again!"

"This……"

After thinking about it, Yang Duanhe shouted outside the door: "Come on!"

Immediately, two personal guards came in and responded.

Yang Duanhe hesitated, then asked:

"Wait...will your legs feel numb after standing outside the door for a long time?"

The guard replied:

"Back to the general, the duty of the subordinates is, so I dare not take it lightly."

Yang Duanhe frowned and asked again:

"If you go back to the camp, what can you use?"

The two guards were dumbfounded, looked at each other, and replied:

"General, my subordinates don't know..."

Yang Duanhe finally lost his patience:

"That's the stool, do you have a stool?"

"Go and get two for the old man."

"Remember, don't let outsiders know!"

The personal guards answered "No" in unison, and they were wondering when they left the camp:

It's just two stools, why did the general make such a big bend?

And why not let outsiders know?

Is there any secret to the stool made by the engineer?

However, the two guards didn't dare to ask more questions, they each took their own stools.

Just as they were about to go out, after thinking about it, they turned around and each found a pair of brown clothes, wrapped them tightly, and then sent them to the handsome tent.

Yang Duanhe seemed to be very satisfied with what Qinwei did. He nodded and said:

"Just put it down, you can go out later!"

Then added:

"Don't let anyone else in."

The personal guard responded, and went out of the tent to wait outside with a puzzled face.

Yang Duanhe looked out, and after confirming that it was safe, he spread out a stool in front of the desk, and then sat on it.

"Ouch... that sour!"

"It really is a good thing."

"This leg doesn't hurt and my feet don't have cramps anymore..."

Chapter 67 术数

Unlike Cang, what Fatty Tun is interested in is not carpentry skills, but the knowledge of arithmetic and physics.

The reason Fatzitun was assigned to the Artillery Division was not because he knew carpentry, but because he knew how to spell.

All the wood and stone needed by the gunner, and how many trebuchets can be produced are all calculated by him.

It is said that this is a first-hand skill that Fatty Tun learned from his father in business since he was a child.

This is exactly what Shen Bing wanted.

Because if Fatty Tun was interested in carpentry, Shen Bing couldn't teach him.

In his free time, Fatty Tun moved a folding stool and sat next to Shen Bing, took out a piece of sheepskin from his arms and asked cautiously:

"master."

"I understand the rest of these weird symbols you drew."

"It's just this circle... I really don't know what it means."

"Also ask the master to enlighten me."

Shen Bing glanced at the sheepskin and couldn't help but let out a "huh".

That was Shen Bing's draft on the ground to calculate whether the trebuchet could throw the sackcloth bullet into the city.

I don't want to be copied verbatim by this fat man.

Another thing that surprised Shen Bing was... This guy actually said that he already understood these numbers?

Although it is not difficult to understand these Arabic numerals, it is not easy if the drafts are arranged like ghostly symbols, and calculations are required to reverse them.

"You really understand?" Shen Bing asked without answering.

Fatty Tun touched his head in embarrassment, and replied:

"Seeing that the master is busy, I don't dare to ask more questions."

"I just guessed at this picture for a few nights."

"Guessing and guessing, I thought to myself that the vertical one should be one, and the curved one should be two."

"And this should be three..."

This surprised Shen Bing secretly:

Sure, I guessed everything from one to nine correctly, it seems that I did put in some effort.

After finishing talking one by one, Fatty Tun asked with uncertain eyes:

"master."

"I don't know if the student's guess is right or not?"

Shen Bing nodded in affirmation.

The fat man became excited after a while, and then asked:

"But why don't you see ten?"

"At the beginning, I said that this circle is ten, but if it is ten, the calculation is wrong."

"Also, what do these symbols mean?"

……

Fatty Tun was talking about arithmetic symbols.

In fact, he has roughly guessed "addition, subtraction and multiplication" from the changes in numbers, but he can't understand the division.

It is no wonder that the three operations of addition, subtraction, and multiplication are relatively common in this era.

Among the unearthed cultural relics of the Qin Dynasty is a fairly complete table of ninety-nine multiplication formulas, which is more than 600 years earlier than the West.

It's just that the division method in this era is relatively simple, such as "two halves make one", "four halves make two".

And the divisor is large, plus there are abdications and remainders, the fat man can't guess it.

So Shen Bing explained the so-called "circle" (0) to Fatty Tun, and then talked about the four algorithms of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

I don't want this fat man to understand everything.

As he listened, he nodded in a shocked tone and said:

"It is so!"

"It's actually... can it be counted like this?"

"It is indeed possible, and the calculated result is not bad!"

……

After some calculations, Fatty Tun said excitedly:

"This algorithm is much more convenient than the algorithm I waited for."

"Not only is it accurate, but it's also much faster."

"Thank you, master, for teaching!"

After speaking, he excitedly gave Shen Bing a big gift.

This may not be a big deal to Shen Bing, it is just basic knowledge in modern times.

But it opened a door to Fatty Tun, a brand new computing world.

From then on, Fatty Tun could easily solve the calculation that seemed difficult to others by just drawing up some drafts.

These are little things.

Originally, Qin's final battle against Zhao could continue to be played like this.

After all, the battle situation has been decided, and the Qin army only needs to wait for a few months, and it will be over when the food in Handan is exhausted.