Chapter 40: Can I, Little Thirteen, not be able to shake him?
"Could it be that in such a short period of time, this kid, Little Thirteen, has grown to the point where even I cannot easily shake him?"

The First Emperor's gaze was distant and unfocused.

Finally, he routinely asked for the opinions of Meng Yi and Wang Ben, and felt slightly relieved to learn that these two loyal ministers remained steadfast.

He closed his eyes and practiced again, his true energy surged, and he broke through another small barrier.

What made him laugh and cry was that if Xiao Shisan continued to make him angry like this a few more times, perhaps he would be able to break through to the Grandmaster level without having to wait for half a year.

……

Ying Heng took Mo Ningshuang, a girl from the Mo family whom he met by chance, all the way to the forest farm in the eastern suburbs.

On the way.

Mo Ningshuang pondered in her heart. She had followed this strange man for nearly half a day, but she still didn't understand why she was easily led away from the Mo family mansion by just a few words from him.

You know, as an anti-Qin patriot, this was a risky move for her.

However, there seemed to be a strange power in the man's words.

As the inheritor of the Mohist school, Mo Ningshuang has a natural curiosity and sense of responsibility for new things related to people's livelihood.

Especially the rumored curved plow. If it is true as described, it can bring about major changes in farming and benefit all people. That is the practice of the core concept of Mohism, and she must witness it with her own eyes.

"Your understanding of 'Mohist institutions benefit the world' may be different from the direction of my Mohist traditional studies."

"Appreciate further details."

Mo Ningshuang responded.

"In my opinion, any invention or innovation should first be based on improving people's lives."

"Like the curved plow you mentioned?"

"It can be said that, among other things, improvements such as papermaking made paper light and readily available, making books affordable for ordinary people,"

"Another example is the technology of refining mineral salt, which makes it easier for people to eat salt, so that they have enough physical strength to work."

"We also have the technology to make bricks, stones and cement, which can transform thatched houses into rock-solid cement houses that are safe from wind and rain..."

"Going further, we can even imagine a four-wheeled carriage that can run on its own, a huge aircraft that soars into the sky, and lamps that use the power of lightning to illuminate the night... and many other possibilities."

"In fact, this world is full of wonders, and our Mohist inventions and creations can also be involved in a myriad of fields, not just limited to the creation of sophisticated mechanisms."

"I wonder if the young lady can understand something from my explanation?"

Mo Ningshuang remained silent all the way. Although she was unfamiliar with the concepts of the manifestation of lightning power and concrete as solid as stone, she understood a lot in her heart.

In particular, it was mentioned in the ancestral teachings of the Mohist school that they hoped that future generations would be able to achieve it with their own hands one day.

Such as being as fast as a four-wheel-drive carriage or soaring into the sky like a roc, these are what our ancestors hoped for.

However, the world described by the young man in front of her contained many things that Mo Ningshuang had never imagined.

All the ideas described by the young master revolve around the core of benefiting the people and are conceived from the perspective of people's well-being.

This original intention alone is enough to overshadow the so-called reputation of Mohism.

The Mohists were only pursuing fame and fortune, and the original creation of mechanical technology was not intended to benefit the people's livelihood.

The shock in her eyes was hard to conceal, but this did not hinder Mo Ningshuang's determination.

Suddenly, she stopped on the busy street and bowed deeply to Ying Heng.

"Ningshuang admires your noble virtue of caring about the common people, and I am grateful that you have opened a new door of study for me."

"Thanks to your enlightenment, my Mohist School will adjust its direction. I firmly believe that one day, all of your ideas will become reality."

"Even if it cannot be accomplished in my generation, there is still the next generation, and it will be passed down from generation to generation. One day, the ideal will become reality." Mo Ningshuang's eyes became more and more determined, and a new belief quietly grew in her heart.

At this moment, Ying Heng was slightly surprised.

"Girl, why do you want to rely on generations?"

"Don't you want to walk side by side with me and witness the birth of those great things together?"

"I have some inventions ready, some are in the implementation stage with clear paths, and some are still in the budding stage and ready to start practice."

“I believe that in the near future, all of these will become reality one by one.”

“Why does it take generations to achieve this?”

Mo Ningshuang's face was filled with confusion and doubt.

"Sir, aren't these your visions and research plans for a better future?"

"What is the meaning of your invitation to me to bear witness?"

"Son..."

"You mean, the things you just mentioned actually already have preliminary ideas and progress?"

Ningshuang looked at Yingheng with even greater surprise.

"Yes, I'll take you to see it. In addition to the curved plow, there are also papermaking, ice making, and mineral salt refining technologies. In the future, there are also construction materials such as cement that are in the preparation stage."

Regarding the cement issue, it was not Ying Heng's boasting. In fact, when the court decided to abolish all schools of thought and respect Confucianism alone,
A special reward given to him by the system.

Mo Ningshuang became more and more shocked.

It turned out that while her Mohist school was still studying mechanical engineering, there were already people in the world who had pushed inventions and innovations to such a level.

She bowed respectfully again:
"Sir, if what you said is true, then your attainments in ink art are far superior to mine."

"By then, if you don't mind, I beg you to accept Ningshuang as your disciple. Ningshuang is willing to follow you and welcome the arrival of the prosperity of our Mohist school together!"

Are you willing to follow me so soon? I haven't shown you all my cards yet!
"Girl, are you no longer considering fulfilling the last two wishes?"

Mo Ningshuang was slightly stunned, and then a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, and she sighed softly:

"Sir, now that the Qin tyranny is in power, our Mohist school is not taken seriously. It is very difficult to make Mohist thought the dominant one in the world."

"And the third ideal, to let everyone in the world learn my Mohist skills, is almost a luxury."

"People are living in poverty nowadays. It is hard to even get enough food and clothing. How can they have the energy to study the art of Mohism?"

"If I could see your fantastic ideas become reality in my lifetime, it would be the highest honor for my Mohist school!"

Ningshuang bowed again as a gesture of respect.

"I beg you to not give up, and let Ningshuang have the honor to participate in this and do her best."

This girl is really a very polite person.

Although he secretly complained about her frequent bows, he also admired her persistence.

But why the collar is tied so tightly, one can't help but feel a little regretful.

Forget it, there is a long time to come. Since we have already met, how can we miss it easily?

As for what Ying Heng originally intended to discuss with her, regarding the science and technology plan for developing the country with ink art as the core, this was obviously not the right time.

So, after a relaxed conversation, the four of them, two in front and two behind, went to the woodworking shop in the eastern suburbs together.

(End of this chapter)