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

So far, a great invention has been completely lost in the dust of history.

Except for Xiangli Xi's father and daughter, very few people know that the Mohist family realized the dream of flying to the sky as early as 300 years ago.

It was cold and windy.

Xiangli Ling's heart was beating fast, as if there was a fire burning in his chest.

"Father, I know that you have never given up on Mu Yuan all these years."

"Now I'm flying."

"You'll see it soon!"

"This time... we will definitely succeed!"

Under the action of the air current, a large wooden bird moved up and down, piercing the sky.

When the people in Xianyang looked up, they saw it by accident, and their faces turned pale with horror.

"Big bird!"

"There are big birds in the sky!"

"That's... a phoenix, right?"

"Quickly report to the officials, a phoenix has come to Xianyang City!"

"Man! I saw a man!"

"Oh, it seems to be a real person!"

On the busy street, there was a sudden commotion.

The people forgot what they were doing, and when and where they were. They all pointed to the big wooden bird flying in the sky with expressions of excitement and fear.

After it flew past, countless people ran after it.

They didn't understand why they did it, but the mood was like a pilgrimage.

It seems that if you don't witness the miracle at this moment with your own eyes, you will spend your life in regret.

Rumbling--

The streets of Xianyang City were in chaos.

Those who sell fabrics, sell tea, make snacks, open wine shops...

Waiters, store owners, well-dressed dignitaries, beggars...

No matter rich or poor, rich or poor, the black crowd chased after the big bird's figure, chasing along its trajectory like crazy.

Outside Xianyang City.

The First Emperor glanced at the sky suspiciously: "Where are the Mohists flying?"

"Your Majesty, it's coming soon."

Xiangli Xi replied in a deep voice.

If the daughter fails to come here, it is a crime of deceiving the king.

It just so happened that he didn't want to live anymore, and it would be a good thing to reunite with his daughter under the Nine Springs.

Chen Qing raised his head and looked at the sky in a circle. Except for a few birds that flew by occasionally, he didn't find any shadows of human creations.

With the ability of the Mo family, they would definitely not take the kite to participate in the competition.

But what exactly?

"East..."

"Master!"

Li Yi stood on the periphery of the crowd, shouting anxiously.

Chen Qing knew that something must have happened to the hot air balloon again.

"Your Majesty, my minister is ready to fly into the sky."

"Well, let's go."

Ying Zheng nodded slowly: "Chen Qing, don't disappoint me."

"We will do our best, Your Majesty can rest assured."

After Chen Qing made a salute, he stepped back quickly.

"Boss, the coal burns like a raging fire. The little ones are afraid that it will ignite the balloon and cause a catastrophe. No one dares to approach it now."

"Go and have a look."

Li Yi followed, complaining repeatedly.

Chen Qing flicked his sleeves impatiently: "The fire prevention test has been done, what are you afraid of? It's hard to say if it will be used for a long time, but once or twice will definitely be fine."

"Forget it, I'll do it myself."

In the forest garden of Yichun Palace, the top of the hot air balloon is much higher than the courtyard wall, and its pale gray dome can be seen from a distance.

In the brazier, the ointment burned with a bright flame.

But no one dared to touch the oddly shaped pedal blower below.

The craftsmen gathered around the rattan basket and talked about it, and no one could make up their minds.

"My boss is here!"

"Lord Zuo Zhonghou, you've come."

"Come and see, it burns so violently that it's like thunder and fire."

Chen Qing waved his hand and dismissed these useless subordinates.

"The fire is not strong, how can it fly to the sky?"

"What a fuss, what a bunch of idiots!"

He jumped into the rattan basket and stepped on the flat blower hard.

call--

A strong airflow mixed with fine coal powder rushed up from the bottom of the brazier.

After passing through a fine grid, the coal powder came into contact with the hot coals, and suddenly burst into a violent flame.

Although Chen Qing tried several times, he was still taken aback.

No wonder the craftsmen dare not approach.

Most of the hot air balloons of later generations use propane or liquefied natural gas as fuel, which is high density and convenient to clean.

Daqin really didn't have that kind of thing, so he got an idea and thought of the coal mine in Xianyang by taking local materials.

This set of devices was built with the assistance of seven Mohist artisans under his command.

Similar to a double-layer sleeve structure, coal powder is stored in an hourglass-like structure and flows down slowly.

The blower and the hollow tube inside are similar to the structure of the syringe.

When the pulverized coal falls, step on the blower, the airflow and the pulverized coal are mixed together, and blown into the brazier from bottom to top, thus triggering violent combustion.

Although there are many shortcomings, it can be used anyway.

Chen Qing covered his face with his hands to block the scorching flames, and stepped on it twenty or thirty times in a row.

The shape of the hot air balloon is becoming more and more plump, shaking slightly, it seems that it will take off into the sky immediately.

"The boss is amazing!"

"It's about to fly!"

"Boss, we will definitely win this time."

The craftsmen gathered around, shouting excitedly.

Suddenly, a sudden black shadow pierced the sky.

Chen Qing turned his head abruptly.

"Glider... glider."

With just one glance, he understood what the Mo family had created.

Shock, stunned, admiration, pride, countless emotions churned in my heart.

Chen Qing suddenly felt that when he heard that the Mo family was going to compete in the competition of "flying in the sky", he already had the answer in his subconscious mind.

But he still couldn't believe it!

Anyone who has received compulsory education knows that the earliest manned aircraft began in the eighteenth century.

Whether it is a hot air balloon, glider, or powered aircraft, their inventors are all Westerners.

In the 2000-year history of China, except for the fact that kites can be taken out to hide its shame, it seems that it has never made any contribution to the development of aviation.

But now Chen Qing knew that he was wrong.

The whole world is wrong!

"Master, are you from the Mo family?"

"Let's hurry up too, we can't let them take the lead."

"Boss, add another fire."

The subordinates shouted eagerly.

Chen Qing turned over and came out of the rattan basket.

"No need to compare."

"I've already lost."

He smiled very freely, and waved at the wooden kite passing by the sky.

The Mo family really gave me a big surprise!

This journey through time was not in vain!

Chapter 71 is enough to go down in the annals of history, a pride that will be remembered by future generations

"Boss, this balloon is about to fly."

Li Yi pointed to the wobbly rattan basket, the bottom of which was more than a foot above the ground.

As long as you blow it with a blower a few times as before, after untying the rope, it will fly into the air.

After so much hard work, at the most critical moment, the boss actually surrendered?

He didn't even want the world to see what a hot air balloon looked like!

"What do you know."

Chen Qing glared at him: "Turn out the fire, and I'll go to His Majesty. Take care of it carefully, and don't make any mistakes."

Outside Xianyang City.

The roar of mountains and tsunami suddenly came from far away in the city.

Without the barrier of the city wall, the voices of tens of thousands, 10,000+ people gathered together, and the momentum was extremely amazing.

"Zhao Chong, what happened in the city?"

Ying Zheng's expression immediately became serious.

"Your Majesty, the villain is going to investigate now."

Zhao Chong looked back worriedly, sweating profusely.

Could it be a civil uprising in the city?

Listening to this movement, tens of thousands of people can't stop it.

How could such a big mess suddenly happen?

"Aling—"