I was a fan in ancient times [Transmigration Book]

Mo Qiu looked at Han Yi in shock. The drawings, especially the drawings of such a large project, would take a lot of time.

So there is finally no way to guarantee his three hours of sleep every day?

However, after the shock, Mo Qiu also felt a little entangled. As a Mohist child, he certainly has a heart that loves to engage in engineering, but he knows his own level.

It was okay at first, but in those years, in order to make a living, no matter how much I loved these things, I had to let go of them first.

He did everything in those years, and later even became an assassin, the only thing he didn't continue to do was anything related to Gewu.

Now he can still discuss back and forth with Han Yi, and even teach Mo Ning a basic class, all thanks to his solid basic knowledge, and he has not forgotten it over the years, and he will take out books in his spare time And tools to practice your hands.

However, he himself knew that at best he could only maintain his original level.

The technology in his hands has not improved for many years.

Later, when he came to Han Yi's side, he often tinkered with some things he had never heard of, which made him improve a little bit, but he was still a little imaginary about building an ice cellar independently.

An ice cellar is not simply a house, because the ice will melt. In order to prevent the remaining ice from soaking in the water, the melted water must be guided out, so drainage facilities are required.

It is also important to know where to drain the water, and the ice cellar must be ventilated when necessary, but the ventilation facility cannot simply open a window.

What's more, according to Han Yi's vision, he wants to use this ice cellar as a freezer, and send the edible fish and shrimp in the sea to freeze.

In this case, the freezing zone and the heat preservation zone should be separated.

Mo Qiu took a bunch of precautions that Han Yi had listed for him, and felt his head was getting bigger.

After thinking about it, he had to admit that now was probably not the time to be brave. If he couldn't do it, he couldn't do it. He had to make it clear to Han Yi.

Thinking of this, Mo Qiu calmed down. He looked up at Han Yi and said, "Lang Jun, your request... I may not be able to do it. I'm not saying that you are demanding, but I don't have that ability."

When Mo Qiu said this, he felt a little sad. How could he not feel sad when a Mohist child who is proud of his skills admits that he is not good enough in this area?

Especially according to his talent, if he has the opportunity to study without distraction, he feels that he can do it.

Unfortunately, the only thing that doesn't exist in this world is if.

Han Yi was also a little surprised by Mo Qiu's quick admission. He had brought Mo Qiu by his side for so long, and he had already seen that Mo Qiu actually had a good face.

However, Mo Qiuken's admission meant that he still had the pragmatic spirit of a scientific researcher, which made Han Yi very happy.

Han Yi asked, "Why do you say that? I think the skills you have mastered are enough."

Moqiu shook his head: "Not enough, what I know is too piecemeal, and to integrate these things together requires not only technology, but also experience."

And what he lacks is this part of experience. Of course, the so-called experience is actually the knowledge learned in the process of practice, and he does not have this part of knowledge.

Han Yi waved his hand and said, "It's okay, you can take your time, and I don't have to let you build it right away, right? If it doesn't work this year, then next year."

Mo Qiu was stunned for a moment: "But...but if Mr. Lang is not in a hurry, why would he spare time to make an ice cellar?"

Han Yi had too many things to do, so he made a work form for himself, which made Mo Qiu dizzy.

Han Yi paused and said: "But this is something that can't be helped. I don't have many people on hand, and you and Xiao Xun are the only ones who can come in handy in terms of Gewu. Hey, the Great Qin court now... doesn't pay much attention to these things. workaround."

Mo Qiu smiled wryly: "It's not just Daqin..."

In the nearly 200 years since the birth of Mohism, most of the time has not been very good.

This is a period of great division and great turmoil, and the Mohists' ideas have run counter to what the monarch expected from the very beginning.

The Mohists have also worked hard, hoping to make some achievements, and let the monarch listen to their voices by promoting certain aspects of the country.

But the monarchs of this era are too realistic. When the Mohist family is needed, or when the Mohist family can help them, they will not hesitate to use the Mohist disciples. When the Mohist disciples have a certain right to speak, they will try to persuade the monarchy. At that time, these monarchs began to stay away from them.

No monarch would despise his big territory, and no monarch is willing to swallow his anger when he is bullied by others.

What's more, these monarchs like a luxurious life, and based on the concept that death is like life now, they also hope that they can live better in another world after death.

They don't like the main account of the Mohist school, so many Mohist disciples either become marginal figures little by little, or are discarded directly.

In recent years, the struggle between countries has become more and more fierce, and there will be fights from time to time, and the Mohists can't find a monarch who can accept them.

That's why Mo Qiu had to give up the career he loves and run around for a living.

Han Yi looked at Moqiu with a pity look on his face and said: "Your shortcoming lies in your lack of experience, let's make up for it a little bit, I am really impatient sometimes, I am young, you know, I can't wait to start taking action You can see the results in one day, but now you know that some things are not that simple, so you don't need to worry about me."

Mo Qiu was suddenly moved: "Lang Jun..."

Han Yi patted him on the shoulder and said: "Come on, Aqiu, what you have learned now can be taught to your disciples in the future. You don't have to worry about food and clothing now. I dare not say that I can let you do what you want." I like the project, but what I asked you to do is not bad, right? The Mo family needs to start planning to restore their vitality, look at Xiao Ning, think about your future disciples and descendants, your step forward now represents their future Can be easier."

Mo Qiu was impassioned by Han Yi's words, every man has a dream to carry forward the family.

Especially Mo Qiu, whose ancestors were once rich, wants to restore the glory of their ancestors all the time.

Now that he has this opportunity, of course he has to work hard.

Indeed, as long as he can sum up the experience, it means that he is one step closer to family revival!

No... not right!

Moqiu suddenly realized, what kind of problem is something like an ice cellar?It is a problem for Mo Qiu, but it is not a problem for the entire Mo family!

In the past, the Mohists have built countless icehouses. After all, there are always rich people who want to build icehouses, and their Mohism can meet most of the requirements of the other party, so they have some experience in this regard.

With a thought, Mo Qiu raised his head and looked at Han Yi, who was looking out of the window with his hands behind his back, with an expression of worrying about the country and the people. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Mr. There are a few elders who have some experience with the ice cellar, but I don't know if Mr. Lang is willing to let them help?"

Han Yi turned his head and looked at him in surprise and asked, "Is that true?"

Mo Qiu nodded vigorously, thought for a while, and added carefully: "In fact, not only my parents, but also some descendants and disciples they brought, all know about this aspect, but most of them live in Xianyang now. Among the nearby villages and towns, it is a bit far from here."

Han Yi said decisively: "What are you afraid of, just write a letter, as long as they agree, come here!"

Mo Qiu struggled for a while before saying: "Mr. Lang, I did something wrong myself, so it doesn't matter if I was punished as a slave, but there are other people in my family and elders. Although their life is not very good, they are still good people."

Han Yi put his arm around his shoulder and patted him and said, "Ah Qiu, although you are a slave, ask yourself, do I really treat you like a slave?"

Mo Qiu thought about it seriously, in fact, he knew the life of other people's slaves.

It is normal to not have enough food and clothing, and it is common to be beaten and scolded.

In the mansion, he not only had enough food and clothing, but also lived in a single room, and whether he was the same age as Han Yi, no one would believe that he was a slave like this.

Mo Qiu whispered, "But... slavery affects too many things..."

Han Yi said: "No, I'm not talking about this, what about you... I just want to punish you, and you know what happened back then, it was too much trouble, it's not a problem to let you out now, at least two more In [-], you will be able to regain your freedom when everyone has almost forgotten about this matter."

Moqiu was very excited when he heard this. He originally thought that he would bear a slave status until his death, and even his descendants would be slaves, so in order not to cause trouble to the descendants, he even thought about not getting married and having children.

But before he could speak, Han Yi said, "But that's not what I mean, I mean, I still have a good impression of the Mohist family, and I like Gewu very much, so I definitely won't make other Mohist people slaves. The idea is that I hire them, I send people to pick them up, I pay for the expenses along the way, and I cover the board and lodging after they come here, and I can also provide them with monthly money. If they are done well, there is also a bounty. How are the conditions?"

Mo Qiu turned his head and stared at Han Yi dumbfounded for a while before asking, "Really...really?"

Han Yi let go of his shoulders and raised his head and said, "Why would I lie to you about this kind of thing? What's more, when did I go back on what I promised?"

Mo Qiu stared at him blankly for a while, then suddenly jumped up and said, "I'll write to them."

Han Yi waved his hand at him, looked at the back of Mo Qiu Sa Yazi galloping, and silently made a scissors hand in his heart.

Very good, another group of migrant workers was tricked.