The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 286: The two inks follow. Zhusha appoints the generals, and the three families are in mourning.
The lid of the tripod was half opened and quickly fell back with a loud "bang".

The friction between the green edge of the tripod and the rust on the tripod body made a harsh sound, which caused the iron chain hanging on the beam to tremble slightly.

Ying Chengjiao looked around and saw an iron hammer that was dropped by some unknown craftsman.

It's quite hard to carry it with one hand as it's quite heavy.

Pick it up with both hands and place it horizontally on the lid of the tripod.

The "bang" sound stops temporarily.

Another boring waiting time.

A wind came from nowhere, carrying charcoal ash and swirling between the sleeves of the three people.

Ying Chengjiao squatted on the ground in a very ungraceful manner - he was wearing trousers that were specially made for him by Yin Gong and had a crotch.

The two giants, Xiang Lifu and Deng Lingxue, glanced at Ying Chengjiao without showing any expression.

Not seeing it, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Mohism does not attach much importance to etiquette. What need is there for etiquette when the people can’t even get enough food to eat?

However, necessary etiquette is still required... it's so disrespectful! So vulgar!

There was nothing unusual about Master Cheng Jiao, so the two giants focused their attention on the small cauldron used to boil water, the body of which had been burnt red.

"This hammer won't hold down the force for long." Xiang Lifu spoke first.

[Isn’t this nonsense…] Deng Lingxue thought about this and hesitated for a moment:

"Yes."

Apart from this nonsense, Master Chu Mo couldn't see any other special features of this small tripod.

But, that's the name.

When the hammer vibrates, the "bang" sound returns.

Young Master Chengjiao's face was illuminated by the blazing fire under the cauldron, and sparks from the explosion splashed on his raised chin:
"My two great men, can you use another hammer to suppress the lid of the tripod?"

"No." Xiang Li Fu shook his head.

Deng Lingxue nodded in agreement, his loose hair tied in straw ropes brushing against his sweaty temples.

"Where are the two hammers?" the boy continued to ask.

Xiang Li Fu had dealt with Master Cheng Jiao too many times before, and knew the young man's temper and character, so he didn't want to add to his burden.

After staring at the small tripod and thinking for a while, he said in a deep voice with thirty-three years of experience in craftsmanship:
"Seven hammers, that's enough to hold it down."

The boy's eyes moved slightly, and his pupils glowed like molten copper:
"Does Deng Ling's student think so too?"

Deng Lingxue traveled between Chu and Wei, usually doing carpentry work, and rarely did blacksmith work, so he lacked experience.

But just as Xiang Lifu believed in Deng Lingxue's "morality", Deng Lingxue also believed in Xiang Lifu's "craftsmanship".

"Yes." Deng Lingxue nodded twice to show his agreement.

"Maybe." The boy said nothing and threw in a piece of firewood.

The surface of the firewood is burned by flames, first there are sparks, and then the fibers burn slowly.

"If the fire could be bigger and the cauldron could be more airtight, even seven hammers wouldn't be able to put it down." Ying Chengjiao stood up with his hands on his knees. "When water meets heat, it turns into gas, and the power of gas is infinite. If we can use it, we can change the world."

Deng Lingxue felt a little headache and rubbed his temples with his thumbs.

Boil some water and change the world?
If it wasn't Young Master Chengjiao who said this, Master Chu Mo would have refuted it long ago.

Xiang Lifu, who had created many new objects such as the clairvoyance, the curved plow, the waterwheel, the iron, the chair, and the table under the inspiration of Master Chengjiao, suddenly spoke with the small tripod reflected in his pupils:
"Air energy... is similar to the water energy that drives a waterwheel?"

Ying Chengjiao hesitated for a long time before saying:

"Maybe, maybe...right?"

He knew about steam engines and knew that they used steam to do work, but he had forgotten how exactly they did it.

This uncertain tone made Deng Lingxue couldn't help but glance at him again.

He could not reconcile the hesitant and undecided young man in front of him with the young man in his heart who said easily, "Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers born with any kind of blood?"

You mentioned the gas, you are not sure?
"Water energy, I can probably understand its meaning. The waves of the East China Sea are so big that they can overturn any ship." Deng Lingxue frowned and asked sincerely: "I don't understand, what is the water wheel driven by water energy? Please teach me, Mr. Xiangli."

Xiang Li Fu looked at Master Cheng Jiao and saw that he had no objection and did not hide anything.

He took out a piece of charcoal from his pocket and drew a series of curved lines on the bluestone floor, talking as he drew:

"The waterwheel is an irrigation tool invented by the young master. It is built in rivers and there are many types.

“The one that relies entirely on water energy is called a water drum wheel.

"In simple terms, the main body of the water drum wheel is a large upright wooden wheel, like a large drum. The wooden drum is hung on the edge of the wheel and the bottom is immersed in the water flow.

“The rushing water will drive the impact wheel and the drum wheel to rotate.

"The bamboo tube rotates with the wheel, and when it reaches the bottom, it is filled with water. When it rises to the top, it tilts and pours the water into the guide channel, which then leads the water to the farmland..."

In this world, the person Xiang Lifu trusts the most is not his wife who shares his joys and sorrows, not his children who continue his life, not his friends who are loyal to him, but the pseudo-Mohist master Deng Lingxue.

Deng Lingxue is a master of handicrafts. With such a detailed explanation from Xianglifu, how could he not understand it?
Master Chu Mo was delighted, surprised, and regretful at the same time. This waterwheel sounded more suitable for Chu State! Why did he swear to heaven not to tell anyone about it?

Master Chu Mo was still regretting, but Xiang Lifu had already entered the state - according to the usual practice, he asked questions:

"The four seas are inexhaustible, and water is inexhaustible." Xiang Lifu bent his fingers and tapped the small tripod, which made a "dang" sound. The vibration startled the tripod lid and the iron hammer to shift half an inch: "The amount of water that the tripod can hold is limited, and the amount of air is also limited. If all the water turns into air, it will no longer produce air energy, right?"

A light bulb suddenly lit up Ying Chengjiao's mind, and some of his long-sealed memories were unlocked.

[Qin Mo is really good at handicrafts. He can find the problem at a glance.] The young man sighed in his heart and spoke out all the knowledge he just remembered:
“When air meets cold, it turns into water.

"Convert the gas back into water and burn it again."

Condensation is an indispensable part of the steam engine.

"Sir, are you sure?" Xiang Lifu expressed his doubts. "When the gas in this cauldron turns into water, won't the gas energy disappear? If it turns into gas again, won't it be the original gas energy?"

"Hiss... This is what the studio ordered you to do!" Ying Chengjiao gave a thumbs up and recounted the second memory he had unlocked: "Add more water at the beginning, use a tube to guide the air out, and then use another tube to guide it back! Recycle the air energy of the water!"

Xiang Lifu stared at the small tripod and thought for a moment, then drew a circle with the charcoal pencil, and nodded slightly:
“I see, it’s like a water drum.

“The river water only needs to be enough to push the drum wheel to rotate, there is no need to rush it.

"I was just thinking about what you said about the power of Qi being infinite. Even if a hammer can't hold it down, moving a mountain can at least hold it down.

"It turns out that we don't need to overturn the mountain, we only need to overturn the hammer. My lord, what you said before was wrong."

Ying Chengjiao wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, leaving behind traces of gray.

He wondered if this great Qin Mo would go back to his previous life and come back!

"Yes, yes, I was wrong, kid." Young Master Cheng Jiao smiled wryly.

Deng Lingxue focused his attention during their conversation and looked deeply at Master Chengjiao.

The curved plow, the water-powered drum wheel, and the fertilizer composting technology he learned about in the past few days, any one of them can provide great help to people's livelihood.

He led the Mohists to perform heroic deeds and save people one by one, while Prince Chengjiao saved countries one by one.

A gentleman is judged by deeds, not by heart. Based on this action alone, he was willing to help Master Chengjiao with all his strength.

"May I ask, sir, how do we seal the lid of the tripod so that the air does not escape, how do we make the air condense into water and flow back into the tripod..." Deng Lingxue asked seven questions in a row.

Xiang Lifu asked about principles, while Deng Ling studied about operations.

Ying Chengjiao understood a little bit about the principle.

Operation... Ying Chengjiao was a little embarrassed:

"I don't know..."

Deng Lingxue: “…”

This is not governing a country, this is manufacturing!

You know the principle but you don’t know how to operate it?
Then how can you explain the truth so clearly?

Even if you learn this knowledge from a book, it will tell you how to make it!

Ying Chengjiao continued to feel awkward under Deng Lingxue's confused gaze:
[If I had known, wouldn't I have created it long ago?]
[I am a student of liberal arts, it is good enough if I can remember some theory, okay?]
[I didn’t travel through time during the college entrance examination. It’s been many years since my peak period!]
Xiang Lifu, who was listening attentively, sighed.

Although he had anticipated this situation, he still held on to hope - getting just a few words out of Master Chengjiao's mouth could save him a lot of hard work.

"Sir, is there anything else you can tell me?" Xiang Lifu still had a glimmer of hope.

Ying Chengjiao spoke freely, saying whatever came to his mind, and shared all the knowledge he remembered about steam engines.

He didn't know which part was useful, so he let the professional Qin Mo master Xiang Li Fu distinguish and classify it!
After saying this, the young man bowed and indicated that he had nothing more to say.

"Thank you, sir. I will do my best." Xiang Lifu returned the greeting with a little regret.

This has been the way the two have been getting along for many years.

Prince Chengjiao is responsible for "dreaming" and Xiang Lifu is responsible for "realizing dreams".

"Then I'll trouble you again, the workshop commander." Ying Chengjiao said as a matter of course, without any shame. He looked as righteous as a civet cat begging for food.

Professional matters should be left to professionals!
"Scholar Deng Ling..." Ying Chengjiao turned around and faced Deng Lingxue, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

"I can't leave to learn." Deng Lingxue waved his hand: "If you learn a tool here, you can save a thousand lives next year."

Master Chu Mo looked solemn and bowed with his hands down:
"I hope you will not forget your original intention. The world is not just made up of Qin people."

These artifacts should benefit the whole world, not just the Qin State.

Ying Chengjiao returns the favor:
"It won't be long before the Qin people are the only ones left in the world."

Only the Great Qin could unify the world, and only then would all kinds of equipment flow freely.

"I hope that day will come soon." Xiang Lifu sighed. This was Qin Mo's wish.

Frequent wars and suffering of the people.

This damn world, this worst era, please end it soon!

"Soon." Ying Chengjiao promised solemnly and smiled heartily: "Chengjiao swears that what I just said is true. If the steam engine can be used in the world, it will definitely change the world. A thousand miles can be covered in one day, and ten acres of land can be cultivated by one person."

Sima Yi has not yet polluted the Luo River, and his oath is still valid.

The two giants were both slightly stunned.

The eyes of the Qin Mo master Xianglifu glowed brightly, while the eyes of the Chu Mo master Deng Lingxue burned with flames.

A thousand miles a day, ten acres a man... This steam engine must be built! It must be built! Even if it cannot be built, it must be built!
Hard made!!!
bang~! ! !

The lid of the tripod was blown open by the steam, and fell to the ground along with the hammer.

Prime Minister's Mansion.

Lu Buwei has promoted quite a few officials recently, a total of forty-nine.

The common feature of these officials is that they are all from the Bai family faction - most of them are descendants of the Bai family, and a small number of them are people who have received favors from the Bai family and follow the Bai family's lead.

This operation confused Meng, Xi and Bai, the three major Qin families.

No, are you licking it hard?
The new and old patriarchs of the Bai family did not show up and take a correct attitude - no matter how hard the king and the prime minister tried, they would not show up.

This was also the attitude of the Xi family and the Meng family.

The King of Qin changed one after another, but the three great families remained unchanged.

The old patriarch of the Meng family, Meng Hua, the patriarch Meng An, and the old patriarch of the Xi family, Xidi, and the patriarch Xishan, were all originally laughing at Prime Minister Lu Buwei's joke.

Want to win over the Bai family? Ridiculous!

Have you ever seen our three great families take sides every time the throne changes?
As long as we don't take sides, won't whoever wins still have to use us to govern Qin?

Do you really think that if you, Lü Buwei, can suppress the King of Qin and control the Qin State, you will succeed in everything you do? It's too early!

Even if you really usurp the throne, you still have to use the three of us! It's still us who control the Qin State! We are the old Qin nobles!

What a joke! They saw it, and they saw something even bigger.

Facing the cold shoulder from the Bai family, Lu Buwei put a hot towel on his face and pressed it against them!

The Bai family has abused me thousands of times, but I still treat them like my first love!
Get promoted! Give him a big promotion! I, Lu Buwei, will definitely lick the Bai family!
Official positions are not titles. You get your promotion and I get mine.

There is one official position for each person, and when one person is promoted, one will be demoted.

Forty-nine people from the Bai family went up, and forty-nine people who were not from the Bai family came down.

Among these forty-nine people, thirty-two are from the Meng family and the Xi family.

Meng and Xi, the new and old heads of the two families, laughed so hard that they couldn't laugh anymore.

What for?
What for?
Why are you trying to win over the Bai family and mess with us? !

The three great families of Meng, Xi and Bai have always been closely connected and have intermarried from generation to generation.

The incident happened suddenly. The Meng and Xi families did not attack Lu Buwei immediately, but first approached the Bai family - what do you, the Bai family, have to say about this?
The old patriarch of the Bai family, Bai Jia, did not show up, and neither did the patriarch Bai Fan. The eldest son, Bai Ma, came out to entertain the guests.

The Meng and Xi families understood the Bai family’s attitude - inaction.

The meaning of doing nothing now is - Lu Buwei has to give it to us, what can our Bai family do?
The Meng and Xi families can understand what the Bai family did. If they were the Bai family, they would do the same.

However, understanding does not mean acceptance.

Most of the meat eaten by the Bai family was vomited out by the Meng and Xi families.

The Meng family and the Xi family were very unhappy.

The remaining seventeen people were from other old Qin nobles, and they also had many complaints against the Bai family.

"Stay out of it...can you stay out of it?" Lu Buwei whispered to himself.

He picked up the pen and circled a member of the Bai family on the bamboo slip.

Cinnabar dripped from the tip of the pen, looking very much like bloodstains from beheading.

This will be the fiftieth person he has promoted.

"Is the real gold so easy to take?"

(End of this chapter)