Daqin: At the beginning, he revealed that he was a traverser, and Ying Zheng was paralyzed

Chen Qing always has all kinds of wild and weird ideas, all of which make sense in principle.

As an executor, he only needs to consider how to make things.

Just like solving a puzzle, it not only satisfies your curiosity, but also gives you a sense of accomplishment.

"Although the cement is strong, the mine truck can easily weigh a thousand catties."

"After years of driving, the ground will inevitably crack and collapse, becoming potholed and rough."

"If you just count on maintenance, I don't know how much extra work will be spent."

Chen Qing said unhurriedly.

Fusu nodded in agreement.

Xianyang is the largest city in the world, and several main roads are paved with blue bricks and stones.

It has only been a few years, and it has changed from being flat and tidy at the beginning to being full of scars.

"Sir, do you have a plan?"

he asked curiously.

Chen Qing nodded slowly: "I want to build several new roads between Leihuosi and the mine. Use sand and gravel to pave the foundation, lay regular horizontal rows of wood on it, and then erect two rails."

"The horse-drawn carriages transporting iron ore run on two rails. Even if they carry a load of [-] jin, the roadbed will not be damaged if there are cross-beams on the road to share the pressure."

"This is a once-and-for-all method, which is much better than sending people to maintain it all year round."

Fusu opened his mouth wide in surprise: "Iron...rail?"

During the Warring States Period, the price of iron was even higher than that of bronze.

At this time, with the advancement of iron smelting technology, although it is much cheaper, it is too exaggerated to use it to build roads!

"Chen Shaofu's plan... this minister thinks it is feasible."

"However, if it can bear a carriage weighing ten thousand catties, the rails must not be too thin."

"In just one mile, I'm afraid even tens of thousands of catties of iron can't break it!"

After Xiangli Xi estimated this number, he was shocked.

This is not building a railway, it is clearly using money to open the way!

"Ten thousand catties are ten thousand catties."

"If you want to be rich, you must first build roads. This is a famous saying."

"When the iron smelting furnace is completed, in addition to meeting the needs of the court, the rest of the iron materials will be used to build roads."

"Your Highness, you will naturally know its benefits when the time comes."

After Chen Qing finished speaking, he suddenly slapped his head.

"Mr. Xiangli, there is something very important to discuss with you."

"Chen Shaofu just follow orders."

Xiangli Xi answered absent-mindedly.

Something as novel as the railway is also a huge challenge for him.

In his mind, he kept thinking about how to build it, and deduced and enriched the details and steps.

"20 Northern Army prisoners will soon arrive in Xianyang."

"Above the court, all colleagues are worried that they will rebel and cause chaos, which will damage the country and the country."

"I have a plan..."

Chen Qing said with a smile: "It's better to let them worship under Qin Mo's sect and learn the same craft."

"With craftsmanship, they can support their families, live in peace and buy property. Life is good, who would think of rebellion?

"The situation of the lack of manpower in Leihuo Division will be alleviated in a short time."

"This is the way to kill two birds with one stone."

Whoa!

Xianglixi stood up excitedly and accidentally knocked over the teacup on the table.

He pursed his lips, trying to speak a few times, but couldn't speak.

"Chen Shaofu, are you serious?"

20 people! ! !

Worship under Qin Mo's sect!

Even when the Mohist school was in its heyday, it might not have such a grand scene!

Xiangli's family holds the Juzi Order, but it has been put on the shelf for generations.

Without him, the name is not worthy of the name.

After the Mo family's three points, Qin Mo's power is weak, how can the Xiangli family have the face to call themselves a juzi?

But once there are 20 disciples, it will be different!

"Mr. Xiangli has doubts?"

"The method of the Mohist condenses the wisdom of countless ancestors."

"If you spread it, everyone in the world can enjoy its convenience..."

Before Chen Qing finished speaking, Xiangli Xi kept shaking his head.

"The old man has no intention of cherishing himself with a broom."

"only……"

He was used to being poor all his life.

At the age of 40, he is just a master craftsman who will be the Shaofu.

Thanks to Chen Qing's blessing, he finally became a Zhonghou. He has not been relieved, and now he has to lead 20 people?

Xiangli Xi was startled and frightened, flustered.

"Then Mr. Xiangli is worried that they are old and poorly talented, and they will tarnish the reputation of the Mohist family?"

"With 20 people, you can always pick out the talents that can be made from tens of thousands of people!"

"Besides, it doesn't matter how high a standard they have reached, as long as they are usable."

Chen Qing comforted him with kind words.

Fu Su said with a smile: "I think this is feasible, and I hope that Mr. Xiangli will have the courage to take on the heavy responsibility. If there is any trouble, I can help solve it."

"No no."

Xiangli Xi was dazzled by the sudden surprise,

He originally had 120 four disciples, which were already Qin Mo's entire family property.

Now there are 20 more people, and the momentum has grown a hundred times!

"Thank you Young Master Chen for your trust, I will definitely live up to my trust."

Xiangli Xi's heart was surging, and he bowed deeply to the bottom, his eyes caught a few cups of residual tea on the table.

"Your Majesty will replace the wine with tea, and I offer you a toast."

He grabbed the teapot, filled a full cup of hot tea, and handed it to Chen Qing with both hands.

"Mr. Xiangli, you are too polite."

Chen Qing looked embarrassed.

You are my husband!

How can an old man serve tea to his son-in-law?

"Thank you."

The other party insisted on offering tea, so he had no choice but to take it.

"The old man does it first and respects it."

Xiangli Xi boldly picked up the teacup and drank it down.

He wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth, still unfinished.

"I would like to toast you again, old man."

Xiangli Xi grabbed the teapot again and filled Chen Qing with tea.

"No, really no need."

"careful!"

As soon as Xiangli Xi took a step, he happened to step on the teacup that was broken just now.

The sharp fragments punctured the sole of the shoe and plunged into the sole of his foot.

"Uh--"

Xiangli Xi's feet softened, and he knelt on the ground with his knees on his side.

"Mr. Xiangli, are you alright?"

Chen Qing hurried to help him up.

"No problem."

Xiangli Xi raised his head, his expression froze suddenly.

He knelt down on one knee, still holding a teacup in his hand.

Chen Qing stood opposite, trying to help.

No matter how you look at this scene, it feels weird.

The two looked at each other awkwardly for a moment, then looked away in unison.

"It's against Tiangang, this is it."

Chen Qing muttered softly, and quickly helped Xianglixi up with Fusu.

Chapter 186

As dusk approached, the gorgeous fire clouds dyed the sky red.

Supported by his disciples, Xiangli Xi limped home with a wooden stick.

If it wasn't for Chen Qing and the prince's repeated urging, he really wanted to stay at the construction site, stay up all night and fight.

If you don't, you can't express your gratitude.

Soon.

Xiang Li Ling came out of the kitchen and wiped her hands on her apron.

"Father, when did you come back?"

"This is……"

"How did you enshrine all the ancestral tablets?"

"What day is today?"

The father knelt in the main hall, murmured words, and kowtowed to the portraits of the ancestors and Mo sages, with an extremely solemn expression.

Xiangli Ling subconsciously thought that today was a big day to worship ancestors.

"A Ling, come here and kneel down together."

Xiangli Xi said softly without looking back.

"Oh……"

Xiang Liling walked to his side hesitantly, glanced sideways at him, and knelt on the ground with doubts in her heart.

"Xi Yong, the unworthy descendant, is so incompetent that the Mo family is sinking day by day..."