Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

But Yan Ce has no self-consciousness.

He did what he wanted, without involving his life, of course he wanted to say something, but Fusu's reaction was so big that Yan Ce did not expect.

Classmate Gongsun went to the latrine to solve his personal problems, and he hasn't returned for a long time, which made it impossible for Yan Ce to share Miss Lingshi's strategy plan in the first place.

The teacher went to the first place and spread out the lesson plans, reading the classics of the sages according to the scriptures, and there was still nearly half an hour before the end of get out of class.

Yan Ce didn't intend to listen to the class seriously, because he had recited the text in junior high school, and he planned to continue to complete the work of perfecting the harness.

On the one hand, Mo Yan was not interested in Confucian articles, and followed His Royal Highness Chujun's order, and tried her best to help Yan Ce, but when she turned her head, she frowned.

She couldn't see the purpose of the triangular saddle, how could it look like a sex toy?

It was scraped off again, and changed to a type with high ends and low middle.

Even though His Royal Highness Ce's mind is far superior to ordinary people, there are still deficiencies in the craftsman's design. She can see many unreasonable positions with just a glance, so she really doesn't want to help the layman's son Ce.

"His Royal Highness, the things you designed should be difficult to be applied, and have no practical value."

"Student Mo Yan, do you understand tool design?"

"I understand." Mo Yan hesitated for a moment, then said humbly.

Very good, one delivered to the landlord's house for nothing.

Yan Ce looked at his classmate Mo Yan who wanted to persuade him to do less useless work, and said seriously: "There are thousands of li horses in the world, but Bole doesn't often have them, right?"

"Yes." Mo Yan nodded.

"The reason why a thousand-mile horse is valuable is because it can travel thousands of miles a day, and it is convenient and powerful. If all horses can be moved as close as possible to the direction of the thousand-mile horse, and the difficulty of driving the horse can be reduced, student Mo Yan, do you think this is important to Qin? "

"Of course it's...important."

"The horseshoe I intend to draw is to increase the service life of the horse. The saddle and matching reins can reduce the difficulty of riding the horse. The stirrup frees the legs that have to clamp the horse's belly, allowing the archers to dominate the world. If it is implemented, it will be unified in ten years. Maybe it will be shortened to five years, three years or even two years! Answer me, is there any value created for the common people?"

"Have!"

Yan Ce glanced at Mo Yan who was in shock, and then stared at her with deep eyes, "A small horseshoe may be able to relieve the suffering of millions of people, a saddle may be the key to end the troubled times, Kyushu is split 500 years, 500 years of rain, 500 years of wind and frost. The chaotic times of war and torment are about to end quickly. The prosperous times that kings dream of praying for are coming. Do you want to contribute to the world now? "

"Your Highness Ce, please let me participate!"

Mo Yan's blood that had been silent in his heart began to boil, and he replied quite excitedly.

Yan Ce solemnly handed over the barely drawn design drawing to Mo Yan, "Okay, this is called the three-view, take it back and study it."

"Greatful!!!"

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In Ping'an Lane, there lived a group of Mohist literati who lived in seclusion in the court. Mohist literati were also called Mohists, but this was a story a long time ago.

It was about the time when the Mo family still had their leader, Juzi.

It is about the era when the hundred schools of thought or the three schools of Confucianism, Mohist and Legalism stand together.

In the depths of Ping'an Lane, there is a small mansion. The door panels are old but clean, the stone panels at the door are covered with moss, and wind chimes are hung wantonly on the eaves. When the autumn wind blows, the tinkle of the bells is a bit unintentionally elegant.

In the afternoon, a middle-aged man picked up a broom and cleaned the courtyard. A piece of fallen leaves came out in one sweep.

It seems that what is cleaned is not the courtyard, but the heart.

The man opened his mouth and said: "Nowadays, only Legalism is considered complete. The history of hundreds of years has proved that Legalism is indeed more in line with the times. After the death of Kong Zhongni, Confucianism is no longer complete. It was originally a very good thing. Eight points, it has become various schools of Confucianism. But none of them can be called Confucianism. Even the Confucian family does not know how much of its true meaning..."

"Don't beat around the bush and call your father-in-law! Mo Zhong, Mo Zhong, your Mo family is not very good. After Mo Di's death, the schools are divided into three schools. One branch is a chivalrous one, who uses martial arts to break the ban; the other one focuses on academic research, and hides in the city. ;One branch moved to Qin Dynasty, focused more on institutions, and hid in the court. How many people can still be called the Mohists. In another hundred years, this generation will all become soil, and who will know what the Mohism means? They only talk about injustice What is the meaning of Confucianism, but the benevolence of foolishly taking the slips? Maybe in the future, you will be a fool who reads the classics and only half understands them and thinks he has the true meaning."

A beautiful woman sighed.

She was wrapped in a green shirt and skirt, sitting on the stone slab, the years had not left many traces on her delicate face, even though she was a mother, she was still fair and charming.

Sighing for only two seconds, she raised her eyes and propped her chin, and hit the frustrated Mo Zhong with great interest, and said with a smile: "My Yan Qing also has a hard life, why did I meet you, a down-and-out person who doesn't buy property? Are you old, do you want to leave our mother and daughter behind, nothing to do?"

"Boss Yan, Boss Yan of the Confucianism, how old are you? You can't follow other women to clean the room, and cook for you, Boss Yan, every day after returning home from work in the government. You don't save face." While sweeping the clock, Mo Zhong jokingly said.

"Call ma'am!"

Yan Qing puffed up her cheeks, grabbed a stone and threw it hard at Mo Zhong.

"What did you say before you married me? Don't mention my nickname!"

"You have mastered the true biography of the old master Confucius. You can carry a tripod with your strength, and you can beat a tiger with your punches. Anyone who sees you will call you the boss."

"court death!"

"Oh, if you weren't so pretty and I love you so much, I wouldn't be bothered to marry you."

"Tch, this sounds like a human saying."

Yan Qing put down the remaining pebbles, and snorted happily, no matter if it was true or not, at least she liked to listen to it, "I will reward you with a chance to perform well in washing dishes."

After thinking for a moment, Mo Zhong played with taste: "Excuse me, Boss Yan, can you give me a son tonight?"

"No reward, in my eyes, you are my son." Yan Qing pursed her lips and said angrily.

"Mother, father."

At this moment, the door of the mansion was pushed open, and Mo Yan, who was a day student in a small number of colleges, went home, greeted him politely, and then grabbed a piece of silk, with the aftertaste of excitement still remaining on his face.

"Little Rouge, you're back. I bought some extra meat for my father today, and I'll cook it for you mother and daughter." Mo Zhong said.