Qin asked

There are not many steps left to make the saddle, just a little grinding and adding a strip of beef tendon. Mo Dou hesitated at last, but still didn't directly make the stirrup. After all, the evolution of the stirrup took hundreds of years. The last time he stepped Quyuanli, which has been around for more than 1000 years, is already very eye-catching...

Fixing the saddle on the horse's back, Mo Dou watched the horse's emotions and adjusted the tension of the tendons.Although the horse felt slightly uncomfortable, it didn't resist too much. After walking a few steps with the saddle on its back, it obediently waited for the owner to get on the horse.

However, Meng Tian didn't dare to sit on it at this moment. Although there were no thorns on the saddle, the problem was that he still had large and small wooden thorns on his buttocks!

Meng Tian coughed lightly and changed the subject: "By the way, what's the name of this thing?"

"Horse..." Mo Dou, who was about to talk about the saddle, suddenly remembered that it was invented by the umbrella. It is reasonable to say that the umbrella has the right to name it, so he turned to ask the umbrella, "This thing is made by the umbrella, so the name should be given to the umbrella."

Umbrella was standing obediently in the back, but unexpectedly being nominated suddenly, it was still a major matter of naming, so she shook her head quickly: "If the master hadn't reminded me, Umbrella would not be able to make this thing, it should be the master who named it."

But I only found out by cheating...

As soon as Shan refused, Mo Dou was even more embarrassed to directly say that it was a saddle, but Meng Tian couldn't stand it anymore, and said directly: "This thing can be put on a horse's back, so let's call it Ma An."

Mo Dou thought about it for a while, and felt that it was very reasonable. Although this 'an' is not the other 'an', Chinese characters have always evolved slowly in China. Maybe Ma An is really the original of the saddle.

"Well, Ma An is just Ma An," Mo Dou nodded, he still called it a saddle in his heart anyway, and then added uneasy, "But you have to remember, this thing was made by my apprentice."

This is an invention that can be recorded in history books, but it can't be misunderstood by later generations because the right to name it was used by Meng Tian.It's not that he doesn't trust Meng Tian's character, but that he is afraid of historical misunderstandings.

After hearing this, Shan blushed for a moment, Meng Tian said impatiently: "I know, I saw it with my own eyes, can I still deny it? I, Meng Tian, ​​am not this kind of person!"

"That's good."

Mo Dou was satisfied, so he asked: "Two hours have come, Mr. Meng should go home, do you want to see him off? Mr. Meng can also try the saddle by the way, I promise you won't fall off again."

……

Bully again!

Meng Tian stared, gritted his teeth and said, "No need!"

Then he limped away leading the horse, and the attendant wanted to support Meng Tian, ​​but Meng Tian stared away, making Mo Dou behind him feel happy.

Oh, this Meng Tian is really fun... By the way, has Ying Zheng also trained his courage?After all, facing the big boss Qin Shihuang every day, the other characters did not make Mo Dou feel intimidated at all...

...

When Meng Tian came home, he saw a person standing in front of Meng Mansion.

Although this person has gray hair at the temples, but his back is straight, and if you look closely, you can see that Meng Tian is quite similar to him, but compared to Meng Tian's immature, this person is more majestic and sophisticated, with a pair of tiger eyes that are not angry and majestic, he glanced over Sometimes people can't help sweating.

Meng Tian was walking slowly at first, but now his body tensed up, he didn't care about his butt, he walked forward quickly and bowed his head, saying: "Grandfather."

Meng Ao glanced at his grandson, and then turned his attention directly to the horse that Meng Tian was leading.

"Is this what you got this time?"

"Yes, this thing is called a saddle," Meng Tian nodded, then remembered something, and added, "It was made by a craftsman umbrella."

"bring here."

what?

Meng Tian didn't react, what did he bring?Saddle?

Old General Meng Ao hated iron for being weak: "Give me the horse, and I will try him."

If Mo Dou was here, he would definitely sigh that he is indeed a species with such a hasty temper.

But this is my horse...

With a bitter face, Meng Tian handed over the rein in his hand, Meng Ao grabbed it directly, without even needing a stool, turned on the horse directly, pulled up the rein, the strength was so great that the horse neighed involuntarily and stood up, Meng Ao Only holding the rein with one hand, but firmly stuck to the horse's back, Meng Tian showed a longing look.

"Okay!" Meng Ao was very satisfied after the trial, but he was not satisfied yet. He sat on the horse and refused to get off, so he asked Meng Tian condescendingly, "You said it was made by a craftsman, but can you recruit this craftsman?" To the mansion?"

Meng Tian shook his head: "I'm afraid it's not right, this person is the apprentice of the craftsman Mo Dou."

Ink fountain?

Meng Ao had an impression of this person, but he did not know Qu Yuanli, but he did have an impression of the map presented by the king when he ascended the throne.

After driving the horse for a few laps, Meng Ao had some confidence in his heart, reluctantly got off the horse, and ordered: "Send this saddle to the mansion to imitate, and, prepare, I want to enter the palace to meet the king."

The servants hurriedly started to move, those who led the horses led the horses, those who were preparing to be formally dressed, only Meng Tian was left beside him wanting to cry without tears.

Grandfather, I haven't been able to try the saddle yet... Forget it, Meng Tian comforted himself, anyway, I really won't be able to make a saddle for a while, that's all...

When Meng Ao entered the palace to meet Ying Zheng, Ying Zheng was busy with government affairs.

Before the soldiers and horses moved, the food and grass went first. Although he hadn't appointed a general to go out, the food and grass had already started to be transported to Jinyang one after another.

All of a sudden, there were more government affairs, and Lu Buwei didn't have the energy to cut down all the bamboo slips and read them again before handing them over to Ying Zheng. Ying Zheng took advantage of this time to take advantage of many loopholes.

However, this is the first time that Yingzheng has dealt with so many government affairs, and he is under a lot of pressure, and the matter of food and grass involves a lot of financial figures. In this regard, Lu Buwei is a businessman and has a natural sensitivity to figures. And Ying Zheng was relying on what Mo Dou had taught him in the carriage before. To be honest, Ying Zheng regretted a bit, and he should have learned it seriously.

But now, he has to deal with another important matter: Meng Ao came to him.

Why did Meng Ao come to him?

Although Ying Zheng is self-confident, he is still somewhat self-aware. He is just a new king, and Meng Ao is really a veteran of three dynasties. In fact, he doesn't even have the qualifications to call Meng Ao.

But since Meng Ao has come to look for him, is there any reason to let him go?

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows: "Xuan."

Meng Ao walked up to the lobby and saluted.

"Meet the king."

"Your Majesty, please sit down."

When Meng Ao sat down, he wanted to speak, but Ying Zheng spoke first.

"Meng Qing came at the right time. I just figured it out. The chaos in Jinyang, or Meng Qing's coming so that I can rest assured that Meng Qing is willing to go?"