Murong Xun couldn't sleep, and so did all his disciples.
How could it be that he, a dignified scholar, couldn't even understand the simple principles of machine design?
No, no, he needs to get up and think about it carefully again. What exactly is centrifugal separation, and what is the high-pressure air involved in the double-acting piston bellows?
Why can sugar be decolorized and turned into white sugar by using a conical earthenware pot covered with yellow mud?
What is a thermometer? Why can copper beads measure temperature?
Murong Xun became increasingly confused as he thought about it, and in the end, his head almost turned to mush.
Unable to figure it out, he went to discuss it with his disciples. The disciples, not seeing their master so troubled, and not wanting to go to sleep, ended up staring at each other in silence, spending a agonizing night together.
The next day, Murong Xun still couldn't figure it out, but he thought it was very likely that he hadn't learned enough, so he simply waved his hand and sent all his disciples over to learn.
A group of apprentices complained bitterly, their eyes as bewildered as those of the masters around them, as if they had entered outer space.
"With your limited abilities, you've become stupid from reading the classics every day! The articles you read are all dead, only the knowledge we are learning now is alive. Listen to your master and study diligently here!"
Murong Xun had already keenly realized just how practical the principles these teachers were explaining were. By simply adding up a few principles, they had created many machines that saved labor and helped ordinary people with their work. How precious those machines were!
Even if you had a fortune, you might not be able to find such a talent if you weren't in a remote mountain area, and you might not be able to get someone to teach you everything they know!
Only in barren mountains, as long as they are all believers of the Mountain Goddess, will they not be turned away!
"Xiaoyu, you should listen carefully too." He quietly nudged his little apprentice next to him.
Liang Yu was the one who caught up with them not long ago, but after arriving at the desolate mountain, she kept a low profile and rarely showed her face.
Who would have thought that coming to see my master today would bring me such a wonderful surprise!
These scholars in the desolate mountains are all time travelers, and they are actually researching how to build factories in ancient times!
Liang Yu's heart was pounding, and she even forgot what her master was saying, staring intently ahead the whole time.
She could naturally understand these principles, because Liang Yu had just finished her college entrance examination before she transmigrated!
Who knew that a sprained ankle would lead her to this strange world? Fortunately, her mother was very clever and had her dress as a boy since she was a child.
Liang Yu was able to obtain everything she has today; otherwise, how could a princess go out so freely, or even become an apprentice and take the imperial examinations?
Unfortunately, her mother passed away two years ago, and now even her master has been exiled. Liang Yu felt terrible, so she found an excuse to come after him.
Luckily, she followed them to the desolate mountains, otherwise she wouldn't have met so many fellow villagers!
On stage, Zhong Yan was still explaining: "The design has been revised to the final version. Now let's do an experiment. We'll start with making a simple centrifugal molasses separator."
"This machine is very simple to make. It only requires a bamboo-woven rotating basket and a wooden shaft. The principle is to separate the honey from the crystals by centrifugal force during rotation. We can crank it by hand or drive it with water. Since we are making a factory, we must study how to make good use of water power..."
"Who wants to give it a try?"
The group of scholars below the stage immediately shrank back.
They can't understand it at all!
“Master Zhong, I’ll do it!” Liang Yu’s eyes sparkled.
"I'm here to join you!"
What palace, what emperor, what prince status, what power struggles—none of it compares to building a factory with fellow villagers!
This is building factories in ancient times! If they could research and develop tools similar to those in modern times, they might be able to start an industrial revolution!
Liang Yu instantly forgot about her so-called father and a group of brothers, and ran over with bright eyes, doing whatever Zhong Yan told her to do.
No matter what principles these people propose, she can instantly grasp them and sometimes even come up with alternative solutions.
In this way, these people roughly understood that this was probably another time traveler.
It's alright. There are many travelers in their desolate mountains. They'd be happy to have another fellow villager and another person to help!
Only Murong Xun and his group of disciples at the very back looked at each other in bewilderment.
They couldn't help but question themselves: How come their little apprentices/juniors understood, but they still didn't?
Even the great Confucian scholar Murong Xun was bewildered.
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