Daqin: You have a son to help Su

Chapter 12 Saw extension plan, set off for the Northland

"Two Mohists, is Elder Tuoji here? Fusu came to visit." Fusu asked with a slight salute.

"The saw is inside, my lord, please follow Guan Ming in and let him lead the way for you," the older Mozhe asked the younger Mozhe to bring Fusu into the gate of the workshop, then turned around and continued to guard the place carefully. The gate of the workshop.

The Mohist who was called Guan Ming nodded, and took Fusu to the workshop. Guan Ming didn't even talk to Fusu along the way, and his expression was serious.According to the ridicule of later generations, this Guan Ming is a standard engineering man.

"Young master Fusu, you've arrived." Guan Ming brought the three of them to the door of a house and saluted.

"Thank you Guanmo," Fusu also replied.

After Guan Ming saluted, he walked towards the square gate, ready to return to his post to continue guarding the gate, while Fusu entered the house with Wang Companion.

"Young Master Fusu, I am so polite." Tuoji, the great son of the Mo family, saw Fusu and went to the door to salute.

Tuo Ji saw that he looked very old, his face was covered with wrinkles, and his skin was very dark due to exposure to the sun all year round, but his back was straight.

According to the standards of most aristocrats in this era, the room was shabby, without any artwork or decorations, just a table and cushions for each person.

There were several other Mohists discussing matters in his room. When they saw Fusu, they all saluted and said, "I have met the eldest son."

Fusu immediately helped Tuoji up: "I dare not accept the elder's gift. I have something to ask the elder for advice today."

Tuoji and the whole of Qin Mo are now pinning their hopes on helping Su.Because the difference between Qin Mo and the Mohists of the Six Kingdoms of Shandong is the conflict between Qin's unification of the world and 'non-offensive'.

Qin Mo believes that only when Qin is one king in the world, there will be no wars and the realization of what Mozi said is "upholding the same, appreciating the virtuous, universal love, and non-aggression".

For them, war is to better prevent war.

It's a pity that the current Qin Wangzheng is only interested in the weapons of the Mohists, and the Mohist thought of the Qin Wangzheng is basically ignored.But the young master Fusu is different. In Qin Mo's eyes, the young master Fusu is generous and loving, and respectful and virtuous.

And if Qin Wangzheng can unify the world, and let Fusu Gongzi govern later, then "respecting the virtuous" is the most basic, and a higher level of "respecting the same and universal love" can be expected.

Mr. Fusu also often consulted the Mohists for their ideas.Except that Mr. Fusu also likes to listen to those annoying and chattering Confucian scholars express their ideas, almost all of them are full of strengths.

"Elder, take a look at this." Fusu brought the cloth with the curved plow shaft to Tuoji: "This is what I thought of after observing the agricultural tools in the past two days."

At first glance, it was a blueprint, and Tuoji spread it out on the table after getting it. To Tuoji, a Mohist, the design of Qu Liyuan looked like a world-famous painting, and every detail on it looked so elegant ,accurate.

"My lord, is this a plow?" Tuoji couldn't put it down because he couldn't put it down, and he even wanted to build the Quyuan plow above it right now.

Although the Mohists can make weapons, for them, improving farm tools, saving manpower and animal power, and increasing production are the way to realize their Mohist thoughts, and thus differentiate into farmers.

"Yes, its name is Quyuanli. I saw the prototype in some bamboo slips from Chu State, and I improved it into this. Then I asked Elder Tuoji."

Fusu also gave Tuoji another drawing of a treadmill, but the treadmill looked much simpler than the Quyuan plow.

"I will definitely make these two farm tools for you next time, please wait for the good news." Tuoji held two blueprints in his hand, like a general who has won a magic weapon and can't put it down.

"Excuse me, Elder Tuoji and fellow Mohists!" Fusu bowed his hands and left the Mohist Workshop. For him, there was still plenty of time.

As a political figure, Fusu will bid farewell to his Confucian master, Chunyuyue, who is a staunch supporter of Fusu in Confucianism.

I also want to say goodbye to many noble ministers who are close to Fusu. These people are Fusu's backing in the court. Even if Fusu is in Beidi City, he can exert influence on the court through them.

The most important thing is that Fusu still has to spend the whole day with his mother, Mrs. Chu, and bid farewell to her. After all, this is the first time he has left Xianyang for a long trip.

After finishing these things, it was not too long before leaving for Beidi City. After Fusu said goodbye to Qin Wangzheng solemnly, he took Wang Ai, Wang Ban and Yue Fei to Beidi City.

Fu Su has a deep understanding of the high efficiency of Qin's affairs, because after Qin Wangzheng finished telling him to go to the Great Wall to supervise the army.In less than ten days, he was already on the car to Beidi City, and all the guards of honor belonging to the young master were ready.

But there is a problem, when Fusu visits every noble minister who is close to him, for Fusu's safety, they all take part of their personal guards to protect Fusu.

What's more, when Fusu's mother, Mrs. Chu, directly married herself to Qin, five hundred soldiers from Mrs. Chu's palace guards and Wei led Jingwen were all sent.

Fusu and Wang Ai shared a carriage, while Wang Ban replaced the groom and drove the carriage himself, while Yue Fei rode beside the carriage.

Behind him was Jing Wen's chariot. He turned out to be a member of the Jing family, a great aristocrat of Chu State, who arrived at Qin Palace as the captain of Mrs. Chu's personal guard.

It is now in a warm period, and there is no over-exploitation of trees by later generations. Even the vegetation on the edge of Xianyang is quite dense.But the road at this time is still a dirt road, with forests on the left and right, and if you walk, you may still be able to step on a grass or two under your feet.

On a sunny day, I took my wife out of the city, ate hot pot and sang, and suddenly...

Why did the carriage stop?

No, Fusu looked back and forth at the guard team of more than 2000 people. The enemy army couldn't get in, so the bandits shouldn't be so bold!
"My lord, there is a group of people ahead, claiming to be Mohists!" The centurion who opened the way came back and reported to Fusu.

"Mo Zhe?" Fu Su was puzzled: "Please come here!"

The Mohists are the most recognizable organization in Zhuxia. They are obviously an academic school, but they are not like other scholars. Their skin is at least bronze-colored, and their clothes are always plain. There are even some people who are barefoot to show frugality .

Sure enough, a team of plainly dressed people came on foot, and there was even an older Mohist, Guan Ming, whom he had met a few days ago, and was going to guard the gate with him.

Everyone came to Fusu and saluted, "I've seen you, Young Master!"

"You mohists are being polite!" Fusu also stood up and saluted everyone.

"Young Master, we are ordered by Saw Zi to protect you," said the elder Mohist who seemed to be the leader among the mohists.

Fusu looked at the dozen or so Mohists who had come to help, and was full of joy.Mohists not only have fighting skills, they can even lead craftsmen in Beidi City to improve weapons.

"Fusu thanked all the Mohists," Fusu got out of the car and held the hand of the leading Mohist.

"Wang Ban, go and arrange some carriages, let all Mohists go with you," Fu Su smiled, and waved Wang Ban to arrange the vehicles.

The Mohist was named Nu Zuo, he was born in the head of Guizhou and he didn't even have a surname, he subconsciously wanted to take back his hand, he felt that his hands were full of calluses, too rough would make young master Fusu hate the Mohists.

But the way Fusu looked at him was not dissatisfaction, but admiration. Fusu knew that it was a pair of hands like this that could keep Zhuxia's civilization alive.

(End of this chapter)