Chapter 46: Ying Zheng's Teachings to His Son
After the Nine Cauldrons were transported back to Xianyang, they were placed in the ancestral temple of the old Ying family.
Ying Zheng: My Qin State has studied things for hundreds of years, so of course we have to let our ancestors take a good look!
But now it can’t be left here any longer.
The ancestral temple is far away, and he can't run here several times a day.
So the Nine Cauldrons, which had only been shown to the old Ying family's ancestors for a few months, were transported back to the Xianyang Palace.
There are certain rules for placing the Nine Cauldrons, and Wei Shengxue doesn't need to worry about it. All she has to do is find the balance point of luck in the middle of the Nine Cauldrons and then place the display screen on it.
[Ding! The external display has been activated and is connecting to the Great Qin Kingdom.]
[Ding! Calculating national destiny...]
[Ding! The system has automatically collected the information]
[Ding! Detected that part of the target 'Daqin''s' territory is not within the system's monitoring range. Host, please go there as soon as possible to place the system clone.]
[Beep beep! Some data needs to be supplemented. Please assist the system in collecting it.]
A series of prompt sounds came from his ears, and Wei Shengxue's eyebrows frowned almost imperceptibly, then immediately stretched out and returned to their original state.
"Tong'er, please tidy it up."
[Leave it to me.] The system responded quickly.
After twenty years of being bound, she also knows that the system is composed of two parts: one is the functional AI with pure data and no emotions, and the other is the sister Tong who talks to her every day.
Now the sound of beeping is another part.
Wei Shengxue took a few steps back and looked at the display screen that was slowly spinning in circles. This was a sign that it was not yet in harmony with its destiny.
"Fellow Daoist Ying Zheng, can you see it?"
This matter was of great importance, and even Meng Yi, who had been accompanying her all the time, was not present. Besides her, the only person present was Ying Zheng's eldest son Fusu, who was brought with him.
At this moment, he was staring at the tetrahedron that was abnormally suspended in the air. He blinked, and the thing was still there. He blinked again, and it was still moving!
Fusu held his mouth tightly and suppressed the urge to ask questions.
Ying Zheng stood with his sword in his hand, his eyes fixed on the "immortal weapon" which was gradually slowing down its rotation speed. On the crystal wall which was as transparent as glass, a few lines of words were flickering and emerging, becoming clearer and clearer, but still unclear.
"The handwriting is blurred and unrecognizable."
[The Nine Cauldrons have been together for too short a time, and their luck hasn't fully coalesced yet. It will be better when they become stronger.]
Wei Shengxue paraphrased, "The Nine Cauldrons haven't fully merged with the Great Qin's destiny yet. You must work hard to become stronger."
Ying Zheng extracted the key points of his understanding: Jiuding did not fully recognize Daqin, and Daqin needed to provide more national fortune.
Fusu thought, not quite understanding: If we want to make the Qin Dynasty stronger, we must start by doing our job well.
Ying Zheng stared at the words for a long time, but they didn't become clear, so he gave up and said, "I'd like to trouble you to protect it for once."
A light curtain that prevents others from getting close would be great.
"That's not difficult." Weisheng waved his snow-white sleeves, and a barrier fell down, covering this place.
The barrier, emitting a faint green light, looked like a glass cover in the candlelight, and underneath were protected exhibits for people to visit.
Wei Shengxue was amused by this sense of déjà vu, and then she saw the father and son looking at her. She shared this interesting thing with them, but was met with two confused faces in return.
"What is glass?" This is Ying Zheng.
"Will you display your collection for everyone to see?" This is Fusu.
Wei Shengxue answered Fusu's question by pointing out the differences in local customs, and then gave a detailed explanation of the concept of "glass".
Ying Zheng nodded: I understand, a useful and profitable treasure.
Daqin also has something similar, which is glass.
But that thing is extremely expensive, it is an accidental product and cannot be mass-produced. It is a luxury item for princes and nobles to show off their status.
Glass can be made using only sand.
"If we use glass as colored glaze and sell it to nobles and ministers..." Fusu suddenly stopped talking halfway, quickly covered his mouth and took a step back, pretending that he didn't exist.
He took a step back, then another, but Ying Zheng and Wei Shengxue still didn't look away. Finally, Fusu couldn't bear it anymore and bowed his hands in apology: "Father, Fusu shouldn't be like this, so... shameless. I am ashamed of what I have learned."
As soon as these words were spoken, Ying Zheng looked away in disgust.
I thought my eldest son finally got it.
But he performed well today. The fact that he had this idea shows that he is a member of the Qin royal family who can sacrifice his reputation when necessary. With more training, he will be able to show his talent.
"Fusu."
"Your son is here."
"You will take care of this matter."
"Yes," Fusu agreed out of habit, but then realized, "Ah?"
Ying Zheng glanced over and said, "Hmm?"
Fusu shuddered and stood at attention: "I will definitely complete it!"
The palace gate closed, and the three people walked out of Yongning Palace, each leaving in three different directions.
Fusu was racking his brains all the way, wondering whether his father should put him in charge of the glass factory or let him butcher a dog.
No matter what, we have to make the glass first.
"Come here, please have a chat with the Shaofu."
So the Shaofu, who had worked so hard and finally had the chance to go home for dinner one day, was stopped by a eunuch as he stepped out of the gate of Xianyang Palace.
In the eyes of the Shaofu, the eunuch had a hateful face, with shifty eyes and a gloating smile on his face. He said something that made people's eyes go dark, "Shaofu Sir, the eldest son invites you."
The Shaofu looked back at the palace gate, which was only a step away, his face twisted, but he turned around and put on the familiar smile that only officials use: "I wonder what the eldest young master wants to see me about?"
The most important thing is, does my boss know about this?
He is a diligent worker and he really has never had any secret dealings or flirtations with the eldest son!
Let’s not talk about what kind of mentality the Shaofu had when he went to the appointment. After Weishengxue returned to Changsheng Palace, Princess Yangzi came over with several picture albums.
"Immortal, regarding the department store you mentioned earlier, the clerk in the craftsmanship department has designed several atlases. Please choose the style you like."
Wei Shengxue thought for a while before she remembered this matter. She had mentioned it casually to Ying Zheng during dinner one day. She didn't expect that there would even be a design drawing.
"show me."
Paper has not been around in Daqin for long, but the people of Daqin have already developed many uses for paper. In order to adapt to paper of different materials, they have also developed a variety of pens, from brushes to charcoal pencils to pencils.
Yes, that’s right, Mohist high-tech even developed pencils.
Once again, I am shocked by this powerful creativity that is inconsistent with social development.
It is because of the existence of these not-so-rational things that Wei Shengxue firmly believes that there once was a glorious and powerful civilization here.
When the scroll is unfolded, it reveals a series of clear and concise pictures, from the appearance to the internal layout, and the materials used are all noted one by one.
There was a design that she really liked. It didn't have any fancy decorations. There was a large cabinet filled with all kinds of goods. Behind the cabinet, there were layers of shelves on the wall behind, with different goods on them. Every product could be easily seen by customers, which was exactly in line with her idea.
This design looks familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.
Forget it, no one will come here to ask her for design fees anyway, so just build it according to this.
"Let the ironworks, cement plants, and brick factories cooperate to see if they can remove the wooden frames and use reinforced concrete brick buildings instead."
"Reinforced concrete brick house?" Princess Yangzi repeated this extremely unfamiliar and difficult term to her with some difficulty.
"A skilled worker can build this kind of house very quickly. A room like yours would only take a few days. If the steel reinforcement is strong enough, it could be built to two, three, or even four or five stories high."
Well, actually, she had been away from the interstellar space for a long time, and she missed the straight lines that could be seen everywhere there.
"A few days!" Princess Yangzi exclaimed in disbelief.
Although I know that the house the immortal is talking about cannot be built according to the specifications of her palace, but even if it is a thatched house, it is very fast.
According to the common sense that her father had asked her to cram, it would take a family of five laborers in Qianshou more than half a month to build a thatched hut of that size, and that was when there were enough manpower.
Moreover, with such a fast construction speed, there are many places where it can be used. After several months of study, Princess Yangzi's vision is no longer limited to the inner palace, but more on the court and the country.
She realized how powerful this efficiency could be in disaster relief and post-disaster reconstruction.
"My lord, I suddenly thought of something to report to my father, so I'll take my leave first." Princess Yangzi bowed with her knees bent, grabbed all the design drawings and left in a hurry.
Wei Shengxue was left scratching her head in confusion, not knowing what had happened: "Why did he run away so suddenly?"
…
In the inner hall of Zhangtai Palace, Ying Zheng and Fusu sat opposite each other, with a half-played chess game in front of them.
Fusu held up the white piece and placed it down absentmindedly, a look of deep doubt between his furrowed brows. "Father, the immortals have helped Great Qin so much, but we are powerless to give back. This truly worries me."
When the other party is stronger than oneself, one still makes unilateral efforts, which inevitably reminds him of Duke Mu lending grain to Duke Hui of Jin.
Three years after Duke Hui of Jin, Yiwu, ascended the throne, Jin suffered a severe drought and a poor harvest. Duke Mu mobilized the entire nation to provide grain for Jin, but to no avail. Two years later, Qin suffered a poor harvest, and its request to borrow grain from Jin failed. The state attacked Qin, and Duke Hui of Jin was captured. Duke Mu repaid the Duke Hui of Jin with kindness. Upon returning home, Duke Hui, grateful for his kindness, offered him land west of the Yellow River. This marked the first time that Qin's eastern border reached the Yellow River, opening the way for Qin's eastward expansion.
Duke Mu did not ask for anything in return for this, and gained both fame and profit. However, it was the State of Jin that was branded as ungrateful and lost the important land of Hexi.
It is so similar to the relationship between Daqin and immortals today.
How could this not make him worried and anxious?
A flash of satisfaction passed through Ying Zheng's eyes. He did not regard Duke Mu's action as simple benevolence and righteousness. His son could still be saved.
"Jin stands in the way of Qin's eastward advance, and Duke Mu desires to seize Jin's territory. What can the immortal gain from our Great Qin?"
In other words, what is there in the Qin Dynasty that an immortal could appreciate?
Fusu frowned, he couldn't think of it.
Ying Zheng's black piece fell, eating up a large portion of his white pieces. "If you think about something, you will seek it."
What you seek is in your heart, and it will always be reflected in your words and actions.
Fusu had been accustomed to his father's teaching method, which was almost the same as not saying anything, since he was a child. He sat down and began to recall what the immortal had done after arriving in Daqin.
Papermaking helped the Qin Dynasty to implement its policies and promote learning.
Needless to say, if the iron smelting technology was obtained by the anti-Qin rebels, it would be a huge threat to the Qin Dynasty.
…
Also, recently I used Fukuzawa to produce grain, but the immortals didn't pursue the matter, and didn't even say a word of blame.
It was as if she wanted nothing in return, but was that possible?
Immortals obviously have preferences and desires, but can they really be completely selfless?
Doing these things, besides making Daqin a better place and making everyone thank her... Wait, thank her?!
Fusu suddenly looked up with a flash of inspiration, "Father, it's..."
Seeing that he had reacted, Ying Zheng threw the black piece away, hiding all the gentle smiles in his eyes, and said coldly: "You are not so stupid that you are hopeless."
Immortals also have something to ask for.
This is what the immortals seek.
——Perfect merit.
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