Chapter 164: Traveling Together in the Maple Forest About a moment later...
About a quarter of an hour later, Fu Li finished drawing the blueprints of the siege vehicle, put them into a stack, and handed them to Jiang Ziya.
This is the Lu Gong Cart that appeared during the Yuan Dynasty. It has a total of five floors. It can not only transport troops to the bottom of the city wall under the enemy's dense arrow attack, but also serve as a ladder.
If there are enough materials, cover it with raw cowhide and then paste it with mud. After drying, it will be resistant to water and fire. It can be said to be an essential tool for home travel and conquering cities.
That is to say, when she unified Shu, Shu was still in the era of tribal settlement and there were no cities at all.
Otherwise, neither the ladder nor Lu Gongche would have appeared until this time.
After listening to her explain the advantages and uses of the siege vehicle, Ji Fa suddenly felt that the ladder was no longer so attractive. He hugged the siege vehicle blueprint tightly and said, "Master, let's build this one first. This one is better and has many uses."
Fu Li smiled and said, "Your Majesty, siege engines are certainly useful, but they are complex to manufacture, and the soldiers must undergo rigorous training before they can use them. They are far less simple to build and use than ladders."
"That's right," Jiang Ziya nodded. "Each of these two instruments has its advantages and disadvantages. Why not build a few of each and let the craftsmen practice their skills? They can then choose one based on their needs. What do you think, Your Majesty?"
By this time, Ji Fa had recovered from the shock of the mechanical beauty and, realizing that what they both said was reasonable, he nodded and said, "I'll listen to you two."
He returned the blueprints to Fu Li and solemnly entrusted him with the task, "Master Dai, I entrust the siege equipment and these craftsmen to you."
Although he was shocked by Fu Li's technology, he still wanted the craftsmen belonging to Ji Zhou to learn how to make it.
These immortals come and go without a trace. What if one day they say "I have some private matters to deal with" and leave everything here and run away? Where can he go to cry?
Fu Li originally wanted to help him train craftsmen, so naturally he would not refuse at this time.
After she had tricked Ji Fa away, Nezha came forward, curled his lips at Ji Fa's back, and whispered, "Sister, you are so kind, but he doesn't trust you. How despicable!"
Fu Li glanced at the craftsmen not far away, winked at him to tell him not to talk nonsense, and then waved to the craftsmen to come forward. Starting with a simple ladder, he taught them step by step how to polish, how to assemble, and how to disassemble.
After the first cloud chariot was built, she had Jiang Ziya assign fifty soldiers to practice disassembling and reassembling it. Whenever the cloud chariot was needed, only those who could complete it within a cup of tea from the time they received the order to the time they finished assembling it were qualified.
As for the craftsmen, they were divided into two groups. One group continued to cut bamboo to make the cloud car, and the other group followed her to learn how to make Lu Gong's car.
Oh, by the way, Lu Gongche was called back, and the reason Fu Li gave was that Jiang Ziya was from the Lu clan with the surname Jiang.
If it had been before Fu Li delivered the Conferred God List, the civil and military officials in the Zhou camp would have certainly expressed dissatisfaction with this. After all, at that time, Jiang Ziya was just a grassroots person with some talent to them.
At this time, Jiang Ziya had become Ji Fa's future father-in-law and a member of the aristocratic class. When Fu Li said that he wanted to name the car "Lu Gongche", everyone applauded.
After she led a group of craftsmen to completely build a Lu Gong car, she asked the two groups of craftsmen to exchange positions. Those who learned to build cars made ladders, and those who had previously made ladders learned to build cars.
Fu Li had no intention of expanding his influence within the Zhou Kingdom, so he certainly wouldn't resort to divisive tactics. Since he was talking about imparting the skills, he should ensure that all craftsmen learned them.
As for whether they would form factions within the group, that was Jifa's concern. As long as it didn't come to her attention, she would pretend she knew nothing.
Just when Fu Li was leading the craftsmen to build Lu Gong's car, Grand Tutor Wen Zhong finally arrived.
Although there were many talented people in the Shang Dynasty, some from Jiejiao and some from the demon tribe, but Grand Tutor Wen Zhong was definitely a heavyweight among them.
As Wen Zhong led his troops to Juelong Ridge and dispatched them to guard Jiming Pass, the second-generation disciples of the Chan Sect could only look on with awe. Even if they were reluctant, they had to let their disciples go down the mountain.
Jin Zha, the disciple of Manjusri Bodhisattva, Mu Zha, the disciple of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, Wei Hu, the disciple of Daoxing Bodhisattva, and Yang Ren, the second disciple of Qingxu Daode Bodhisattva.
There is another heavyweight, who is the adopted son of King Xianwen in his early years. He was accepted as a disciple by the Immortal Fude Yun Zhongzi and named Lei Zhenzi.
Originally, whether it was Yun Zhongzi or Lei Zhenzi, they were people with great fortune and no cause and effect on their bodies, and they should not have been involved in the war between Shang and Zhou dynasties.
Unfortunately, Yun Zhongzi was a step too late when he was recruiting disciples, and King Wen of Zhou had already adopted Lei Zhenzi, who was abandoned by his parents, as his adopted son. He had a father-son relationship with Ji Chang, and naturally a brotherly relationship with Ji Fa, so he had no choice but to come to help Zhou.
However, whether Lei Zhenzi recognized his adoptive father or became Yun Zhongzi's disciple, it was all when he was a newborn baby. After that, he grew up with Yun Zhongzi in Zhongnanshan.
Whether it was Ji Chang or Ji Fa, to him they were two strangers with some connection. They had never spent a single day together, and of course there was no father-son or brotherly relationship between them.
Before he went down the mountain, Yun Zhongzi gave him many warnings and warned him again and again that the war between Shang and Zhou had nothing to do with him. He told him to just fish after going down the mountain and to hide away if possible instead of rushing forward.
To Lei Zhenzi, his master was his only relative, and he loved him dearly. Of course, he obeyed his master's words unconditionally.
The above few came first, and for the others either the timing was not right or the master was unwilling to do so.
The former met Tuxingsun, a disciple of Juliusun, and the latter met Yin Jiao and Yin Hong, who were disciples of Guangchengzi and Chijingzi.
No matter what, Emperor Xin was the biological father of Yin Jiao and Yin Hong. Letting them go down the mountain, causing them to kill each other, was such a tragedy, how could Guangchengzi and Chijingzi have the heart to do it?
Yuanshi Tianzun also knew that they were deliberately delaying, but he didn't say anything. It was obvious that he let them delay until they could no longer delay.
There are many people coming from the Xianjiao sect, and there are also many helpers from Wen Zhong's side.
Therefore, although the Zhou camp had more men, Nezha was busier than before. He was fighting in the front, while Fu Li was building weapons in the back and helping Jiang Ziya manage the food supplies. Whenever the two met, they would take a break from their busy schedules, which made Nezha quite resentful.
"Sister, sister, I finally sneaked over to see you, but you would rather look at a pile of wood than at me!"
Nezha squatted in front of Fuli, and as Fuli's body moved, his head tilted left and right, making sure to look at Fuli's face.
That beautiful face was as bright as a summer flower, graceful and timeless, immersed in the mess of bamboo and wood, yet it did not look out of place at all.
Those woods, those bamboos, and those various tools of all sizes, after passing through her hands and her eyes, became no longer ordinary, and in her hands blossomed with the beauty unique to mechanical equipment.
Nezha was gradually stunned until someone tapped his forehead gently. He suddenly came back to his senses and complained to Fu Li's smiling face.
Fu Li said she was also helpless.
"How could it be easy to conquer an empire? From King Wu Jifa to the lowest-ranking soldier, everyone had to be on high alert and not let down their guard even for a moment."
Her tone was very familiar, as if building an empire was a common thing in her eyes.
Nezha immediately thought that Fu Li had also conquered the country with her own hands, integrating the originally scattered Shu land into a complete Shu Kingdom, which had been passed down for more than 500 years. Kings changed one after another, but all of them were willing to follow the rules set by her.
In this life, he has been carefully taught by Fu Li since he was a child, and he is not a naive person. Of course, he knows that the reason why the kings of Shu in successive generations were willing to continue Fu Li's system was not because Fu Li was an extraordinary person.
For those who hold the country and power, the only thing that can truly restrain them is interests.
In other words, after five hundred years in Shu, no one had been able to develop a system better than the one left by Fu Li.
"Sister, tell me about your past."
"What happened back then?"
Fu Li stood up, waved her sleeve to brush off the sawdust from her clothes, and signaled with her eyes to the craftsmen beside her to take away the things she had made, and to continue studying and assembling them.
Nezha held her left hand with both hands. He was clearly a tall young man, but he was willing to be humble and act like a naughty boy.
He deliberately glanced at the craftsmen with caution, then said with a flattering smile, "This is not the place to talk. Sister, I know a very beautiful place. Let's go and take a look."
Fu Li couldn't stand his coquettish behavior the most, so why wouldn't she obey him?
She raised her hand and made some gestures to draw some water, washed herself briefly, and then followed Nezha to the place he mentioned.
It is indeed very beautiful.
It was late autumn, and the hillside was covered with maple trees, their leaves stained with frost, a vibrant crimson like rouge. From afar, a swirl of clouds blazed across the sky, even the setting sun had to avoid its glare.
Fu Li suddenly remembered a poem: I stop my car and sit to enjoy the maple forest in the evening, the frosted leaves are redder than the flowers in February.
Qu Yuan was not born at this time, and the autumn season was still the season of harvest. It had not yet been turned into melancholy in the poems and songs of poets and writers, but was full of the joy of harvest.
Being in such a time and space, even if I have been reciting Fuli's poem "Autumn and Sorrow" since childhood, I still feel my brows and eyes open and my heart is relaxed and happy.
She took the initiative and ran to the hillside with Nezha, wandering in a sea of fiery splendor. The trickle of the stream was melodious, the breeze rustled on the face, and the chirping of birds was pleasant to the ears, like light music carefully composed by the most elegant musicians.
In fact, Nezha didn't necessarily like this maple forest. He was still a young and playful boy. How could he appreciate such elegant and quiet beauty?
But he had a hunch that Fu Li would like it, so when he happened to pass by one day, he memorized the direction, thinking that one day he would bring Fu Li over and make her smile.
Seeing that she was indeed happy, Nezha was very proud. He followed Fu Li closely and said cheerfully, "I knew that you would like it! As long as you are happy, I will find many more things that you will like in the future. What I didn't do for you in my previous life, I will make up for it in this life. Don't leave any regrets!"
Fu Li's smile froze, and she finally asked the question she had been holding back for so long: "Nezha, why on earth do you have to fight with yourself?"
——Can’t you speak without pulling down Lingzhuzi?
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