Daqin: My weak and virtuous minister

"Your Majesty, this time the stone mill has been improved and the cost is within an affordable range."

"Cai, Cai."

"I regard Mr. Zhang as a treasure."

Zhang Yuanqing has gradually become accustomed to Ying Zheng's occasional cheesy remarks.

"I have one in my house. Would Your Majesty like to go and see it?"

"Go and have a look."

Zhang Yuanqing brought Ying Zheng to the back kitchen. There was a special room with a stone mill, and a man was pushing it in circles to grind flour.

"I have seen you, my Lord."

"This is the king."

"I pay my respects to the king."

The slave pushing the mill was so frightened that he lay on the ground, trembling and not daring to get up.

"Is this the millstone?"

Ying Zheng looked at it curiously.

"That's right. Just now, my servant was pushing the stone mill to grind flour." Zhang Yuanqing waved his hand for the servant to stand up, pointed at the flour on the stone mill and said, "This is the ground flour. The flour particles from the previous stone mill were very large, and the stone mill was too heavy. This has been improved."

Although I have never seen flour before, looking at the flour now, although there are some small particles, they are not many. "Are the noodles just now made with this flour?"

Zhang Yuanqing nodded.

Ying Zheng had already held the push rod with both hands, "Let me try this mill." As he said that, he started pushing it.

However, after two rounds, Ying Zheng mastered the technique and pushed the ball with great vigor.

The servants of Zhang's mansion were stunned watching from the side. Oh my god, it turns out that the king also grinds the mill. They suddenly felt that their job was so much more noble.

Is this a millstone? No, this is the millstone that the king himself pushed! From now on, no one can take this job away from me.

"Please take a rest, my king."

Seeing that Ying Zheng had been pushing the mill for quite some time, Zhang Yuanqing spoke. At this time, Zhao Gao had already finished his noodles and came over, and immediately started to help the king push the mill.

Ah Er was very smart and fetched some water, wrung out a handkerchief and used it to wipe Ying Zheng's face.

"Mr. Zhang, although this stone mill is a bit laborious, one man can push it, so it is indeed usable." After leaving the room, the two returned to the front yard.

"Your Majesty, we can distribute millstones to each village. Each village will have one millstone, which will be enough for the entire village to use."

"It's indeed feasible. How many of these stone mills have been produced so far?"

"Your Majesty, there are only three now. If you want to make a large number, you will need more manpower."

Speaking of the number, Zhang Yuanqing felt a little embarrassed. There were originally four, and he occupied one, so there were only three left.

"Now that there's no war, let's dispatch personnel from the Lantian camp to finish building this stone mill. If the people can grind more flour before winter comes, fewer people will starve to death this winter."

Speaking of this, Ying Zheng felt somewhat helpless. The Qin people really had a hard life. But there was no other way. If they did not fight, they would be annexed by other countries. In the war, many young men died, leaving behind only the elderly, weak, women and children, and their lives were difficult.

"Then I will go find General Meng Wu and work with the Mo family to design and manufacture a stone mill."

People only regret not having enough knowledge when they need it!

The Mo family is still too small. Right now, we only have about 300 people available, and each one of them is busier than an animal. Alas! If only some more Mo family members could come.

The Mohist school that Zhang Yuanqing was concerned about had just entered the Qin territory at this time.

Several groups of people met in Qin State and formed a huge group of more than 800 people.

When the people of Qin saw so many people coming to Qin all of a sudden, they initially thought that some country had suffered a disaster and these people were fleeing. After asking, they found out that they were going to Xianyang to seek refuge with their king's newly appointed Da Shangzao.

This made the Qin people very happy.

What does this mean? It means that the Qin State is strong. Otherwise, why would so many people come from thousands of miles away to seek refuge there?

In this way, the Mo family received a warm welcome from the Qin people along the way, and at the same time they also saw and heard more about the Qin State.

Just a few days after this group of people left, another group came.

Upon inquiry, we learned that this time the visitor was from a farmer's family and was also going to Xianyang.

The Qin people were even happier.

Their king has a keen eye for talent. Look, he chose Da Shangzao among millions of people. Not only can it provide their people with enough food, but it can also attract so many talents.

God bless the king.

God bless the Qin State.

Ying Zheng left Zhang's house with satisfaction, and Zhang Yuanqing began to arrange the stone mill. Now it was autumn, so they had to act quickly.

"This is what a kang looks like. There's an opening on the outside for filling it with firewood. This way, the kang inside the house will be warm, and people won't feel cold when they lie on it in winter."

Zhang Yuanqing had only heard of the kang, but had never used it, and didn't know how to make one. He could only draw a rough outline and describe its function. As for how to build it, he still had to rely on the Mo family.

Qin Huali and the others were stunned. They knew every word Master Zhang said, but why didn't they understand when he put it together? Wasn't Master Zhang the true heir of their Mohist school?

But this idea is really good. If it can really succeed, what a great achievement it will be. I heard that the king has already started preparing the history of the Qin Dynasty. Can I also leave my name in the history book? Just thinking about it makes me so excited that I can't sleep.

Qin Huali started working as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and his disciples were no less enthusiastic, working hard.

"grown ups!"

Ah Da screamed and rolled off the carriage holding Zhang Yuanqing. Ah Er shouted, drew his sword and slashed at the tall horse.

The horse fell to the ground with a loud bang before it could neigh, and the young man riding it fell to the ground. The people following him hurriedly dismounted to check, and at the same time a group of people surrounded A Er and the others.

"How are you, my lord?"

A Da didn't care about the scratches on his body, and quickly helped Zhang Yuanqing up and nervously checked Zhang Yuanqing's condition.

"Ahem, nothing, ahem, nothing."

It was a close call just now. If it weren't for Ah Da protecting me, I would have been crippled if not dead.

Qin laws were harsh. Who would be so bold as to ride a horse recklessly in Xianyang City?

"Ahem, ahem, Ah Da, ahem, ask who it is? Ahem."

The people around had already taken shelter just now, and now the streets were empty except for Zhang Yuanqing and that group of people.

"Who are you to dare ride your horses in the streets of Xianyang?"

Ah Er held his sword and confronted everyone. He didn't dare to look back at Zhang Yuanqing's situation. He only heard coughing and looked at the twenty or so people opposite him with anger in his eyes.

"Do you know who you hurt? It was the son of our clan member Ying Wuyi."

"We didn't deliberately let the horse go, but the horse suddenly went crazy for some reason."

Those who spoke were also afraid in their hearts. They were well aware of Qin's laws and knew that there might be a disaster this time.

"Quick, call a doctor, call a doctor."

The people on the other side saw the young man covered in blood, not knowing whether it was from a horse or a human, and were so scared that they collapsed to the ground.

Zhang Yuanqing felt bad when he heard that.

This is still a royal relative.

He then closed his eyes and fainted.

Ah Da was so frightened that he picked up Zhang Yuanqing on the spot and asked Ah Er to go get a doctor.

Fortunately, the Zhang residence was not far away. When Ah Da carried Zhang Yuanqing back to the residence, Zhang Yuanqing had really fainted. It was because he was too weak. Although he was not injured, he was still frightened.

The servants in Zhang's house were in a panic.

There was a period of chaos and confusion. Ah Da put Zhang Yuanqing on the bed and ordered someone to report today's events to the king. At the same time, he asked someone to notify General Meng Wu and ask him to send some people to protect the Zhang Mansion. After all, the man just now was of high status and was also injured. He didn't know whether the other party would come to attack.