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

A [-]-foot-tall building sounds like a hang, but in fact, with reinforced concrete, it can be piled up quickly.

If it is handed over to the civil engineers of later generations, the main body will be completed in less than two months.

Chen Qingman made all his plans, and one year's construction period should be enough.

"One year..."

Ying Zheng gave him a deep look, waved and said, "Go down."

"Wei Chen retire."

After Chen Qing left, Ying Zheng paced back and forth depressedly.

Tall vermilion lacquer columns, exquisite porch window sills, complicated and elegant carved beams and painted buildings, thick and simple bronze candlesticks.

They were originally the best in the world.

However, these familiar and accustomed things made him full of boredom at the moment.

The pavilion is as high as twenty feet.

Glossy glass curtain wall.

The sun is setting and the evening wind is blowing.

Looking at the scenery of Xianyang from the top of the tall building, drink a glass of fine wine.

Ying Zheng could almost imagine how comfortable and comfortable that would be.

"Three years!"

His face quickly turned cold.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Governor's Department built the government office, and the materials were sufficient.

It will take three years for Chen Qing to renovate Xianyang Palace!

Now he feels uncomfortable in his heart. After the two high-rise buildings are really built, he can see them every day when he looks up. How will he feel in his heart?

"Chen Qing, you really deserve to die!"

Ying Zheng gritted his teeth and cursed bitterly.

Chapter 248 The Next Generation Juzi——Chen Qing!

Twilight falls.

Oil lamps are lit one by one along the streets and alleys of Xianyang City, casting a soft and warm light.

In a remote compound on the outskirts of the city, more than a dozen lanterns hung high.

A large group of people gathered at Xianglixi's door, laughing and whispering to each other, listening to the movement in the room.

"My old man is forty-five, how can I marry your niece?"

"No, no, no."

"Don't mention this matter again."

Xiangli Xi Qingyun went straight up, from Zuo Zhonghou, who was about to be the Shaofu, to the minister of the Ministry of Industry.

After the news spread, relatives and friends came to visit one after another, almost breaking the threshold.

Many people were just nodding acquaintances many years ago, and the other party had to remind Xianglixi to remember their names, and they also came here with large and small gifts to make friends.

Most of them are matchmakers and pro-marriage lovers.

Xiangli Xi is not young anymore, he is raising a daughter alone, and he has to use his small salary to help his disciples who are struggling.

In the past, life was poor and dull, but I got used to it.

Unexpectedly, it has become a sought-after meat and potatoes now.

The person in front of him is his colleague when he was a master craftsman in Jiangzuo Shaofu, and they can be said to have a close relationship with each other.

As soon as the other party opened his mouth, Xiangli Xi was stunned on the spot.

"What's wrong?"

"Old friend, you are in the prime of life, and your daughter is married."

"How can I leave you alone without a wife to take care of me?"

"My niece is twenty-eight years old, beautiful and intelligent, and also proficient in literary and ink, she is a perfect match!"

The visitor looked like an enthusiastic salesman, speaking with a bright tongue.

"A good match... what a good match."

Xiangli Xi blushed: "The old man has done such shameless things, how will he see people in the future?"

"When I see you in the future, do I still have to call him 'Uncle'?"

The other party smiled without any grievances: "That's not necessary, we have different opinions. If you are interested, old friend..."

"Don't say it."

Xiangli Xi stood up, pushed his shoulders and walked out: "If you come to talk to me about the past, I welcome you, don't talk about such things again."

"Hey hey."

"My niece's family is well-off, and her dowry is at least hundreds of dollars."

"Old friend, think again."

"There are three ways to be unfilial, and having no offspring is the greatest. Someone must inherit the incense of Xiangli's family!"

After finally arranging for his disciples to send him away, Xiangli Xi stood at the door and let out a long sigh.

"What are you still doing here?"

"Don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"

Seeing so many people around outside, he guessed what was going on, and scolded out of embarrassment.

"Master, you are now an official residence in Jiuqing and in charge of the world's construction, so it's time to find us a mistress."

"Yes, you have suffered for so many years, and you should have a better life for a few days."

"Master, what kind of woman can't marry now? Even the daughter of Gongqing's family may not be able to."

"These people who talk about kissing are shameless. They didn't even see each other in the past, but now they run here every three days. Master, you have to marry a noble girl."

Qin Mo's disciples were in high spirits, and they were eager to advise their master.

Xiangli Xi glanced around majestically, and his eyes suddenly stopped on an unexpected face.

"Tian Zhou, why are you back?"

He counted the time and asked nervously, "Is the iron smelting blast furnace on fire? If you're not watching over there, what should you do if something goes wrong?"

Tian Zhou stood behind the crowd for a while.

At this time, more and more people came out, saluting: "Your Majesty has just lit the fire after his inspection today. The old craftsman of the Cheng family in Bashu is in charge of it. It will be fine for a while."

Xiangli Xi's eyes were fixed, and he guessed that the other party must have something important to rush back.

"Master."

Tian Zhou cupped his hands: "Today, the Chen Fuling made an admonition to His Majesty in person, and wants to refer to the military title of the Great Qin Dynasty, approve the ranks for the world's craftsmen, and issue awards."

"Your Majesty has approved this matter, and the Chen Fu Order will sort out the rules and regulations, which will be played tomorrow."

There was a moment of silence in the courtyard.

They understood every word Tian Zhou said, but adding it together made people confused.

"What did you say?!"

Xiangli Xi's expression was so shocked that even his beard and hair stood on end.

"The order of the Chen government wants to refer to the title of military merit..."

Tian Zhou's characters are correct and round, and he narrates the situation at that time.

Xiangli Xi's expression changed in shock.

Everyone is the enemy?

Dare to be the first in the world?

Xiangli Xi's heart was overwhelmed.

For the first time in his life, he admired someone so much that he wished he could bow down and bow.

All the disciples looked at each other in blank dismay, some couldn't believe it was true, but couldn't help showing excited and excited expressions.

Canonization, this is the ultimate pursuit of every common people in Daqin.

It is their unattainable dream.

Chen Qing now wants to turn this dream into reality.

"The matter is so important that I dare not delay, so I have come here to report to Master."

Tian Zhou bowed solemnly and said.

"Ugh……"

Xiangli Xi suddenly sighed heavily.

He was exceptionally promoted to Minister of the Ministry of Industry, and also the leader of Qin Mo. It was he who was supposed to do the work of seeking the well-being of the craftsmen all over the world.

But Chen Qing's proposal, he didn't even dare to think about it!

How much courage and determination does it take to speak out in front of the first emperor and all civil and military officials?

"Master, what are you sighing for?"

"Isn't that a good thing?"

A disciple whispered.

"I sigh for my teacher because... none of you can inherit the mantle of Mohism."

"Wake up all the brothers and sisters, and wait here."

Xiangli Xi turned around and went into the house.

He lit three sticks of incense first, then kneeled solemnly in front of Sage Mo and the ancestral tablets to clarify his heart.

Then he got up and opened the altar, recalling the solution to the secret lock, and with a clicking sound, the table opened to both sides.

After breaking through nine delicate mechanisms in a row, a dull and simple square ruler appeared in front of him after a complicated process like peeling cocoons.

Mozi used it during his lifetime, seeing a ruler is like seeing a person!

This is the most precious Mo Ziling that has been handed down for hundreds of years by the Mohists!

Xiangli Xi reached out to take it out with mixed feelings in his heart.

For it, the Mohists split into three points and turned against each other.

Xiangli's family got the Juzi order, but lost their hearts.

Ji Ziling no longer has the majesty and power to order Mohist disciples in the world.

The ancestors of the Xiangli family felt guilty about this and never showed it to others. It has been dusty for hundreds of years.

There was the sound of chaotic footsteps outside, and the disciples were chattering non-stop in a chaotic whisper.

Xiangli Xi took a deep breath, and walked out of the door with a ruler in his hand.

A series of eyes focused on him in an instant, and many people stared curiously at the simple ruler in his hand, and their expressions could not help but change drastically.

"This is the personal biography of Mo Sheng, the order of the Mo family!"

Xiangli Xi raised the ruler high and shouted like thunder.

The disciples froze for a moment, and saluted together.

"See Juzi!"

"See Juzi!"

Unfamiliar and familiar shouts gathered into a tsunami-like wave.