Chapter 90 I gave birth to a good son!
After a short pause, Dong Zhongshu continued, "My lord once said that the Mohists were good at mechanical engineering and scientific research, but were limited by manpower and thinking."
"Then why not create a discipline based on Mohism, incorporate it into school education, and let the people of the world study and research together?"
"If the wisdom of Mohism can be promoted and spread, our Great Qin Empire will truly enter a new era of technological prosperity!"
"It is also worth looking forward to the fact that many fields, such as the farming skills of farmers, the exquisite mathematics of Guiguzi, and the powerful military tactics of military strategists, will all shine brightly."
"The Master once said that individual thinking is always limited, but the collective wisdom of the people is vast."
“As long as they are properly motivated, they will be able to create miracles that will amaze us!
"For the future of Daqin, the young master has already laid out a series of areas that we cannot fully comprehend today, such as business innovation, industrial development, construction industry progress, and the transformation and upgrading of the military industry."
"Every move you make is based on your farsighted strategic considerations."
“Even though we cannot fully comprehend the secrets now, we can foresee that in the near future, when we get a glimpse of it, we will be as shocked and amazed as we are today!”
"In terms of explaining your great ambitions and inheriting the unique knowledge of the ancient sages, what I have described is only the tip of the iceberg."
"When Ying Zheng on the other side heard this, he was already dumbfounded and speechless."
Dong Zhongshu was satisfied with the immediate results but did not stop there.
"As for the efforts you have made for the welfare of the people, I cannot reveal the details for the time being due to confidentiality."
"But I implore you to keep this in mind. One day, when this matter is made public, I can swear an oath here."
"When that moment comes, no matter how high or low, even those who harbor rebellious hearts, if anyone shows even the slightest bit of ingratitude for the Thirteenth Young Master's contribution, I, Dong Zhongshu, am willing to sacrifice my life!"
At this time, Ying Zheng's heart was in chaos and confusion, and his mind was like a thunder exploding.
However, in order to enhance the effect, Prime Minister Dong added fuel to the fire and revealed it mysteriously.
"Old sir, as the young master's confidant, there is one thing I personally feel deeply about, and I want to share it with you."
"In fact, you are an extremely humble person."
Ying Zheng's eyes moved slightly, as if he had regained a bit of spirit from his dullness, and seemed to be asking why he said so.
Dong Zhongshu said: "Your words of 'carrying on the unique knowledge of the past sages' are really too modest in my opinion."
"Putting aside the profound plans that I have yet to understand, just the many innovative things that have been presented to the world, any one of them is enough to surpass the unique knowledge of the ancient saints."
"Several of us ministers who are close to you have discussed privately that if you claim to be 'inheriting the unique knowledge of the past sages', it would be more appropriate to say that you 'created your own unique knowledge'."
"Because compared to the ancient saints, the young master is more like a great saint who suddenly appeared out of nowhere!"
With a bang, Ying Zheng's mouth opened so wide that he could hardly close it, and he fell into a state of extreme shock again.
Dong Zhongshu smiled with particular satisfaction upon seeing this; this was exactly the reaction he was expecting to see.
Not to mention that you, an ordinary citizen, would be dumbfounded after hearing this. Even if the First Emperor who has been sleeping underground reappeared on earth, he would probably be so shocked that his jaw would be dislocated!
The old man opposite was petrified instantly, standing there in a daze, without any reaction at all.
Dong Zhongshu didn't care whether the old man could follow his train of thought; he continued talking on his own.
"Old sir, don't think this is the end. This is just an opening statement."
"Young Master once mentioned to me that this world is vast and boundless, and the territory of the Great Qin is just a drop in the ocean in comparison. His ambition is to reach the stars and the sea, and it is not empty talk..."
Then Ying Zheng's memory became fuzzy. He only remembered that Dong Zhongcheng was still talking incessantly, but his words seemed to be muted and had lost their meaning in his ears.
He had no idea that at this moment his heart was like a river bursting its banks and his emotions were completely out of control.
The sounds of the entire world seemed to disappear at this moment, and he couldn't even remember how he walked out of the stationery.
Time seemed to stand still for a long time, until finally, in his heart and mind, only one sentence was left that echoed over and over again, like an eternal melody: "Is he a transcendent god, or my son?"
immortal?
immortal?
……
At a corner of the street, in front of a mutton bone soup shop, beside a square table, Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng and two secret guards sat quietly, and the air seemed to be frozen.
Xiao Hei and Da Hei exchanged glances, and anxiety was silently transmitted between them.
Xiao Hei lowered his voice and said, "Your Majesty has been staring at the mutton soup in the bowl for more than half an hour. Is everything okay?"
Dahei comforted him, "Don't worry, His Majesty has seen a lot of big scenes, how can such a small thing frighten him?"
"Xiao Hei, are you asking if you still want to drink the mutton soup?"
"Do you want to die?"
"Dare to pick up your chopsticks before His Majesty opens his mouth?"
Xiao Hei looked embarrassed: "But I was in a hurry to go back and change my pants. The feces I got stuck with this morning is still sticky. It's really uncomfortable."
Dahei said firmly: "Bear with it!"
Ying Zheng was not really dazed. He was slowly digesting the shocking information that Dong Zhongshu brought him today.
From the brain to the heart to the emotions, everything is struggling to adapt to these disruptive cognitions.
And when he was meditating, the true energy in his body was still flowing silently, running madly with the ups and downs of his thoughts.
When he comes to his senses, he will be greeted with a huge surprise. Let's talk about the digestion process.
After listening to Dong Zhongshu's story, Ying Zheng was stunned for a long time. He was unable to accept all this in a short period of time. His thinking seemed to have stagnated.
He spent a long time thinking about a philosophical question: Is Thirteen a deity or his son? Because in Ying Zheng's cognition, it is impossible for humans to do such a thing.
Finally, he concluded that perhaps only a banished immortal was worthy of being his son!
That’s right, only he can be the father of the immortal who came to the world!
Well, after accepting this setting, he felt better.
He is the most powerful man in the world, but his son has the temperament of an immortal. This is truly a match made in heaven!
After accepting this setting in my heart, my collapsed values began to gradually be rebuilt.
Then he began to sort out Ying Che's ambitions mentioned by Dong Zhongshu, and to establish his mind for heaven and earth.
He didn't understand what it meant for the time being; when he heard the words "living for the people", a light flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes.
He remembered Dong Zhongshu saying that Xiao Shisan had already achieved results in the first aspect, enough to gain the respect of all people, including those who rebelled against Qin.
Considering my previous guess, the answer is undoubtedly a new type of seed.
Seeds that yield 1,000 kilograms per mu!
Fanaticism burned in Ying Zheng's eyes. There really is such a magical weapon!
This kid is really capable of finding such a treasure!
I, obey...
No, I gave birth to a good son!
(End of this chapter)