Chronicles of the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 100, 99. Made by Xin Mo

Mo stood there, stunned.

Xin Fu knelt on the ground, trembling all over, clearly on the verge of collapse.

But... but the important person hasn't spoken yet!

He gritted his teeth and endured it.

However, in today's society, excessive gentleness is not a virtue for those in positions of authority; on the contrary, it can diminish their prestige.

Qin Shi therefore ignored it, but now, holding that small "water-turning cart" pieced together from discarded wood, he was filled with amazement:

This is clearly a waterwheel!
The waterwheel, which appeared at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, is now in the hands of an ordinary laborer. It predates the historical events she knows by a full four hundred years!

Four hundred years!

Although the waterwheel was made small, when Qin Shi tried to apply force to the axle, it didn't affect its rotation at all! This wasn't a toy, but a scaled-down version.

What a coincidence! The new bellows she provided today can be powered by a waterwheel!

And this vast fertile land of the Qin Dynasty can be irrigated with waterwheels as long as the terrain is suitable!
She finally raised her head and stared at Xin: "You said this was done by Mo? Which one is Mo?"

The next moment, another small, thin figure also knelt and crawled forward from the crowd, his movements urgent and swift, his eyes still filled with tears.

"Your Excellency, I am Mo!"

He choked up as he said, "Xin didn't make the bellows privately, he's a villain, a villain..."

Qin Shi stared at him intently.

Compared to Xin, who was thin but clearly had the physique of an adult, Mo was indeed much thinner.

Even his eyes were unusually large, but his cheeks were small and his body was thin. Among a group of sturdy people, he looked like a child or teenager who needed care.

But now that he has reached the required age for military service, he is already an adult, even though he is only about 1.6 meters tall.

Mo knelt there nervously, his head already bowed quickly—

To confront someone of importance directly is extremely disrespectful.

And Xin, standing to the side...

He knelt beside Xin and could already see that the other's hands were trembling, indicating that he was at his last gasp.

Sigh, sigh!

He screamed wildly in his mind.

Xin's breathing grew heavier, and the rising heat from all directions threatened to scorch him. But the nobleman hadn't spoken yet...

This thought clung to him until Qin Shi spoke slowly:
“I really like this. Xin, I also admire your courage and intelligence—so, live well.”

"If I can recover, I will be missing a servant."

To be precise, we are missing an assistant, specifically responsible for meticulous work and traveling to various places to contact artisans.

Despite being Qin Shi's first-class maid, Chi Nu's expression remained unchanged.

In fact, it was she who suggested that Qin Jun have this idea.

The other maids had not yet been trained or selected, but Qin Jun's affairs were already so numerous that they couldn't keep up even if they worked around the clock.

This Xin is both clever and affectionate; he can be put to use.

This was Chi Nu's simple assessment, but Qin Shi recognized her quick wit and intelligence.

Being able to understand her words means that she is at least literate and can count.

Being good at reading wasn't enough; he could also hide a waterwheel in his hair bun—at this time, facial hair and skin were especially important, and unless he was being punished by having his hair tattooed, no one would bother to do anything to his hair bun.

He was also able to seize the opportunity to recommend Qin Shi and use words to express his desire to immediately implement the matter of registering the ink craftsmen.

Such intelligence and precise grasp of opportunities are truly rare!

She then gave the following instructions:
"Yiming, I'll go back to Xianyang Palace first. You stay behind and don't let Xin die."

Yi Ming nodded: "Yes." Qin Shi spoke casually, while Mo took a moment to understand:
He survived! He survived!

He suddenly slumped his shoulders and kowtowed deeply to express his gratitude to the benefactor!

Xin, standing beside him, grew increasingly anxious: "Mo..."

He spoke in a barely audible voice: "The ink hasn't been decided yet!"

Then Qin Shi instructed, "Bring Mo into the carriage; I have something to ask you."

Upon hearing this, Xin could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground with a thud!
Yi Ming calmly directed the soldiers to put him on a flatbed cart. The questioning was about to end as Qin Shi got up.

Before leaving, Qin Shi smiled and said to the iron official, "Iron official, it is truly commendable that your people were able to present such a treasure. When we return to Xianyang Palace, I will report to the King in detail."

"Next, please make sure that the team has everything it needs today. If it succeeds, I will reward you."

The iron official's spirits lifted, and he became even more enthusiastic: "Yes! I will do my utmost!"

……

The benefactor has left, but the matter is not over yet.

Those seriously injured like Xin, whose lives were hanging by a thread, naturally had to be sent to a side hall for proper treatment and care before being put onto the supply wagons and then slowly made to Xianyang Palace with the soldiers.

It would be good for him to stay here and recuperate, but if the official is anxious and makes any mistakes, no one can guarantee that he will survive.

After all, his severe injuries were all thanks to the Iron Official, and if he were to become a servant to the King of Qin in the future...

Although Yiming had lived in the deep palace for a long time and devoted himself to medical theory, he was not unaware of the wickedness of human nature.

Mo was granted the special privilege of entering the Qin emperor's carriage, so naturally he couldn't just go up there in such a smelly, dirty, and disheveled state, nor could he expect the Qin emperor to wait for such a lowly person.

Therefore, before boarding the carriage, he had to go to another carriage and be washed from head to toe by the servants, and then change into a set of coarse clothes before he was allowed to board the Qin Dynasty carriage.

At this moment, the carriage was already traveling on the smooth palace road.

"Noble man."

Mo carefully entered the carriage, and without even raising his head, he knelt down in deep worship.

Qin Shi had finished washing up and changing his clothes, and was now leaning against a soft cushion with a basin of water in front of him.

In the middle of the basin, a makeshift long stick supported the small waterwheel. Simply pouring water over it would set the waterwheel in motion, causing it to slowly rotate.

"How did you come up with this water-overturning cart?"

she asked.

Mo was momentarily stunned: "As a laborer, I have to carry water every day, which is really hard work. So I thought of a way to fill the water tank myself. And so I did it..."

He didn't know how he came up with the idea.

Anyway, I just had that idea, I tried it, and it worked.

He spoke frankly, expressing his deep concern that the important person might be offended.

To everyone's surprise, Qin Shi paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Is this the world of geniuses?"

This is what numerical geniuses are like. If you ask how they do it, how do they do it?

The other party will honestly reply, "Just do it directly."

Mo didn't understand what genius was; he only knew that the important person was happy, and at this moment he finally relaxed a little.

Qin Shi then asked, "If you were to build a large water-lifting cart just like this, one that is truly usable and capable of carrying water, how long would it take you?"

Mo was taken aback: "You made it yourself?"

He said with shame, "I'm not strong enough, and my carpentry skills aren't very good either. I'm afraid it will take more time..."

Qin Shi smiled and said, "No, you should lead everyone to do it."

　It's Chapter 99!
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