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

"Is this really so important?"

The first emperor looked solemn.

"Important, very important."

Chen Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as you can pinch the first emperor's veins, you can touch the tiger's buttocks!

"Then how do you prove that the craftsmen of Momen can create great achievements for thousands of years in your hands?"

Ying Zheng was still not reconciled.

He had a vague feeling that these craftsmen were transferred to Chen Qing, that is, meat buns beating dogs, and there will be no return.

When will the imperial mausoleum be completed?

"Your Majesty, please wait and see."

"The craftsmen of Momen are highly skilled, but they lack a little vision and thinking."

"Wei Chen just grew up here."

Chen Qing made a bow.

Ying Zheng hesitated.

He wants the imperial mausoleum, and he also wants great achievements.

Suddenly, the secret melody of the Black Ice Terrace emerged in his mind, and Ying Zheng suddenly had an idea in his mind.

"Chen Qing, I have heard that the technical structure of the pedal mill is not weaker than that of the hydraulic mill, is it?"

"It's...indeed."

Chen Qing nodded helplessly.

His ability to move his mouth is unmatched, and his ability to move his hands is really not satisfactory.

Most of the craftsmen in the copper and iron shop are also of mediocre qualifications.

It took more than a year to manufacture the firing device of the flintlock gun and the turntable of the revolver gun.

Qin Mo truly represented the top craftsmanship in the world today, and he couldn't accept it.

"The widow gives you a chance."

"You have a contest with Momen."

"If you win, it will naturally prove that you are stronger than them. From now on, the craftsmen of Momen will be under your command."

"If you lose... the widow will never let you go!"

The last sentence is full of murderous intent, which is enough to see the deep resentment of the first emperor.

"Thank you, Your Majesty Long En."

Chen Qing shouted happily.

Ying Zheng's eyes narrowed, "You have great confidence!"

"It's just a few trivial tricks, not worth mentioning."

Chen Qing said modestly.

"Hmph, back off."

Ying Zheng waved the opponent back impatiently.

As soon as Chen Qing turned around, joy appeared on his face.

"hey-hey."

"This is what you personally set up for me, using your own spear to attack your own shield."

"With the blessing of me as a time traveler, can I still lose?"

He has seven slave artisans of the Mo sect under his command. It's a pity that such a big golden finger is not used!

"Father."

"My son thinks..."

Fusu knew how important the water mill was to people's livelihood, but the imperial mausoleum was his father's mausoleum.

If you speak rashly, it is easy to bear the reputation of being unfilial.

"You don't have to think."

"Chen Qing is quite capable, and I want to say how much weight he has."

"Great Qin, the only one who can't see through him."

"Take this opportunity to learn more about it."

Ying Zheng said with a serious face.

Only then did Fusu realize that the competition was not that simple.

"Yes, Erchen knows."

He secretly looked forward to it.

I heard that Qin Mo's school of craftsmanship has reached the pinnacle.

And Mr. is unpredictable.

I don't know who is better than the two?

late at night.

The envoys from Xianyang Palace read out the Imperial Order of the First Emperor aloud.

The craftsmen of the Mo Sect knelt on the ground, and after listening to it at this moment, they couldn't help being in a trance.

After the messenger left, everyone quickly gathered around Xiangli Xi.

"Master, this is a good opportunity for our Mo Sect to be proud!"

"Although Mr. Chen is kind to us, His Majesty has said that you must do your best. This is not considered ungrateful."

"Master, if you win this match, Qin Mo will be famous all over the world!"

"Father... I don't think we..."

Xiangli Ling couldn't bear it.

How could the accumulation of the Mohism's more than 200 years be compared with Chen Qing's cleverness?

The pedal grinder is nothing more than a momentary miss.

To be honest, if they build water mills, they can build larger, less labor-intensive, and more efficient, which is much higher than Chen Qing's method.

Xiangli Xi's gaze gradually became firm.

Since the secession of Mo sect, the momentum has not been as good as before.

After losing this game, I am afraid that no one from all schools of thought will think highly of them.

"I competed with Chen Qing three times."

"Those who fly in the sky, those who run on the ground, and those who swim in the water."

"As long as he wins a game, we, Qin Mo, will lose."

Chapter 59 Win-Win, That Is Besides Me Winning, or Me Winning

"The ones that fly in the sky, those that run on the ground, and those that swim in the water?"

"As long as I win a game, Qin Mo will lose?"

"Hiss~ This Xiangli Xi's tone is bigger than his chest muscles!"

late at night.

Qin Mo sent people overnight to send the battle invitation.

It was not the usual bamboo slips, but a piece of neatly cut sheepskin.

Ordinary sheepskin is not worth much, but the sheepskin that can be used to write notes after tanning is ridiculously expensive.

Not to mention landlords, even court officials usually can't afford it. .

"They're planning to use me as a stepping stone!"

There is no doubt that Qin Mo's current situation is not good.

During the Warring States Period, the Seven Heroes competed for hegemony.

In order to obtain better ordnance and more advanced war weapons, various countries have recruited the Mohist School one after another, and the conditions offered are higher and higher.

At that time, the Mohists roamed among the various countries like a fish in water, and they were regarded as Shangqing wherever they went.

But later Qin Shihuang swept the six countries and unified the world.

Gone is the previous seven-boss introversion.

There is only one Daqin in the world, if you like it or not, get out!

The treatment of the Mohist family has naturally plummeted, and it has become the same as it is now.

"You don't want to lose for the reputation of the Mo family, but I am a time traveler!"

"If this is lost, wouldn't it be infamous for thousands of years?"

Chen Qing shook his head.

It seems that we have to do a good job with the Mo family.

At most, it was for Xiang Liling's face, so that the Mo family could lose with dignity.

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The next day, dawn.

In a forest garden in Xianyang Palace.

The seven Mohist craftsmen got up one after another under the action of the biological clock.

After staring blankly at each other for a while, they all sighed again.

The first emperor has been imprisoned here since he demoted them to slavery.

Except for two meals a day, there are no one to see.

I used to feel that the daily work was very hard, but now it is not as good as before!

At least let them get busy and not cranky.

"Open the door."

Chen Qing's voice came from outside the door, and the craftsmen were first happy and then surprised.

The door creaked open, and the harsh sunlight shone into the room, blinding their eyes.

"How are you all doing?"

Chen Qing stood by the door and looked around.

Seeing that they were in good condition other than a little listless, they immediately felt relieved.

This is a cheat bestowed by the First Emperor, what if something goes wrong!

"Chen Zhonghou."

"Greetings to Lord Zuo Zhonghou."

The disciples of the Mo family showed a bitter expression, quickly got off the couch, and knelt down in the room.

"You are now slaves, and your body is in the hands of the official. You need to obey the orders of the official in everything, do you understand?"

Chen Qing said proudly with his hands behind his back.

"Little understands."

The craftsmen replied in a low voice, mixed with sighs and sighs.