Daily Life In Qin Dynasty

"Okay, let's continue building according to this standard!"

After completing the inspection and confirming that there should be no quality problems with the dam under his feet, Mo Jun clapped his hands, stood up, and spoke to Zhan Qin behind him.

"Yes, sir!"

Zhan Qin replied.

Looking at the embankment under his feet, Zhan Qin's eyes were a little excited. In fact, the completion of the construction of this embankment was the greatest benefit to Zhan Qin.

Because after Mo Jun left Nanjun, the person who took over as the governor of Nanjun was Zhan Qin. And by that time, the benefits these dams have brought to Nanjun will eventually be turned into achievements and recorded on Zhan Qin's resume.

You can say that.

Relying on the role of these dams, Nanjun can basically ensure that "the weather is smooth and the people are happy" in the next few years. As long as you don't risk death, even if you put a dog in the position of Nanjun's county guard, he will be as stable as Mount Tai.

"By the way, sir, over there in Xianyang..."

Suddenly, Zhan Qin's eyes moved, as if he remembered something, and couldn't help but ask.

"I have arrangements over there, you don't have to worry about it."

Mo Jun naturally knew what Zhan Qin was talking about. Things like 'cement' can definitely be regarded as 'strategic materials' at the moment, and its role is almost the same as that of 'improved rice seeds'.

As for this kind of 'strategic material', it is obvious that Mr. Mo alone cannot handle it. To be precise, in this kind of feudal society, except for the king who can control this kind of thing on a large scale, it is definitely not a good thing for any private person to hold it in his hands.

So as early as half a month ago, Mr. Mo had already sent a copy of the secret recipe and samples to Xianyang.

According to time estimates, Ying Zheng has almost experimented with the effect of 'cement'.

Walk down the embankment.

Just as Mr. Mo was about to leave in a carriage, suddenly, he saw a large group of people coming up in front of him.

Seeing so many people suddenly approaching, the black-armored soldiers in front subconsciously raised their weapons. However, an old man with white hair and beard at the front of the crowd, who was leaning on a cane, had just arrived three or four steps in front of the black-armored soldiers. Then he knelt down on the ground with an excited look.

"The little old man kowtows to the Lord."

"The old man can't help it."

As the saying goes, 'At seventy, do what you want without going beyond the rules.' In today's era, any old man who can live to be over seventy years old can already be called auspicious among the local people.

The laws of the Qin State even stipulated that people over the age of seventy could meet officials without worshiping them.

So when faced with such an old man whose beard had hung down to his chest, he suddenly knelt down towards him. Not to mention Mr. Mo, even Zhan Qin, Yue Nu, Zhu Ye Qing, Jiu Jian Chi and others behind him all looked like Avoid both sides.

Then Zhan Qin hurriedly came to the old man's side and helped him up. Lord Mo dispersed the black-armored soldiers in front, came to the old man's side, and said gently: "May I live long, old man!"

The old man bowed respectfully and said: "The little old man is a little lucky. He is already sixty-seven this year. Now, thanks to the respect of the villagers, he is temporarily appointed as the village chief of Longwang Village."

Longwang Village is the nearest large village to the Longwang River, and it is also one of the villages hardest hit by the flood.

"Xiao Lao'er's Longwang Village is adjacent to the Longwang River, so it will be flooded every time there is a flood. In the past ten years, seventy-one villagers have died of hunger due to floods alone."

"Now that you are kind and kind, you have used the art of creation to build such a magnificent dam, so that our Longwang Village will be free from floods. This kind of kindness and kindness will never be forgotten by this little old man."

"My lord, please accept my obeisance!"

At the end of the story, the old village head of Longwang Village was in tears with excitement. His hands, which were stained by time, were holding on to Mr. Mo's wrist and refused to let go.

At the same time, he bent his knees and knelt down towards Lord Mo again.

Fortunately, Mr. Mo was close this time. Before he could kneel down, Mr. Mo had already reached out to help him up, saying repeatedly: "I can't do this, old man. You are an elder. Such a great gift really offends me."

Seeing Mr. Mo's repeated attempts to stop him, the head of Longwang Village had no choice but to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes and said with a smile, "Well, it seems that the little old man is not so lucky."

The head of Longwang Village no longer forced himself to salute, but turned around and shouted to a group of Longwang Village villagers behind him: "You idiots, don't you hear this? The old man is not lucky enough to salute our great benefactor today. You all? What are you doing waiting here? Why don't you kneel down and kowtow to our great benefactor?"

The old man just finished speaking.

Behind him, hundreds of people from Longwang Village knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "Sir, please accept my prayers!"

Hundreds of people knelt down and kowtowed at the same time, and the scene immediately attracted the attention of a large number of people around.

Mr. Mo did not avoid this gift.

This is the same scene as when the new rice seeds in Bashu were ripe. There were some gifts that Mr. Mo needed to bear, and he could bear them.

But just because he can bear it doesn't mean that others can too.

Basically, when these villagers were kneeling down, Yuenv, Zhuyeqing, Jianlinger, as well as a group of black-armored soldiers and local magistrates and magistrates behind Mo Jun had already wisely avoided or turned sideways.

Although county magistrates and magistrates can also stand the kneeling ceremony of farmers, when others kneel, they kneel for kindness, not for power.

If this is tolerated.

Who knows if he will shorten his life.

Yuenv, Jiujianchi, and Zhuyeqing have joined the Mo Mansion for the shortest time. Since joining, the three of them have seen the image of Lord Mo the most, which is the 'miraculous doctor', the 'murderer' and the 'noble who knows how to enjoy'.

But after seeing the scene in front of them today, Mr. Mo suddenly became unfamiliar to the three of them.

The eyes of the two women, Zhuyeqing and Yuenv, flashed, revealing some thoughts and confusion.

Even Jiu Jian Chi, the most happy-go-lucky prodigal, couldn't help but be startled when he looked at Mr. Mo at this moment.

【Miracle Doctor】

【murderer】

[A nobleman who knows how to enjoy]

[A good official who is very kind to the people]

For a while.

The three of them couldn't tell which one was the real Mr. Mo.

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the other side.

Inside Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng had just finished handling a batch of memorials and hurriedly walked towards a separate courtyard in the back garden.

"Mr. Genie, how is the situation?"

As soon as he entered the other courtyard, Ying Zheng saw Gai Nie, who had been waiting here for a long time, and immediately asked.

Gai Nie did not respond immediately, but turned his body slightly, and then saw a gray-white stone wall in Ying Zheng's eyes. When he saw the stone wall, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes.

next moment.

I saw him striding to the stone wall, first reaching out and knocking on it, and then kicking it.

In the end, he found that the stone wall was not moving at all, but his hands and feet were a little painful. Only then did Ying Zheng gradually show a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Bring me the bronze sword!"

Ying Zheng commanded majestically to a guard behind him.

The guard listened to the order and immediately pulled out the sword from his waist and handed it to Ying Zheng with both hands.

Ying Zheng waved his hand to signal the people around him to move away, then he held the copper sword in both hands and suddenly struck the stone wall with the sword.

There was a clang.

The long sword and the stone wall suddenly spattered sparks.

The huge force made Ying Zheng's own hands feel numb, but Ying Zheng didn't care at all. Instead, he raised the bronze sword and took a look. He saw that there were several more swords on the blade of the bronze sword. A sunken gap.

On the other hand, looking at the stone wall, there was only a shallow mark left on it.

"Okay~~hahaha!"

Seeing this scene, even though he knew how hard the object was from the description in the secret letter, after seeing it with his own eyes, Ying Zheng still couldn't help laughing loudly and said: "Mo Qing is really a blessing to me."

This stone wall was naturally built by Ying Zheng's people using the 'cement samples' sent by Mo Jun.

to be honest.

That is to say, this secret letter was sent by Mo Jun. Otherwise, if someone else told Ying Zheng that he had created a magical object that could turn sand into the same shape as stone within three days, Ying Zheng would probably believe it. I won't believe it.

Laughed for a long time.

Ying Zheng then said cheerfully to Gai Nie, "What do you think of this, Mr. Gai Nie?"

Gai Nie took a look at the stone wall. He had personally supervised the construction of this thing, so he naturally knew better than anyone else the miraculous effects of the 'cement' that became as hard as bluestone in just three days.

So after thinking for a moment, Gai Nie slowly saluted with his sword and calmly gave eight words.

"A weapon of war and an artifact of people's livelihood."

"Hahaha~~ Sir, you will leave the Ghost Valley without any loss. You are absolutely right."

Similar to Gai Nie's thoughts, after Ying Zheng saw the magical effect of 'cement', the same eight words came to mind, even in the same order.

War comes first, people’s livelihood comes last.

Now that siege of cities and strongholds is still the main means of warfare, the use of 'cement' on the battlefield is really too great.

The ‘first generation of improved rice seeds’ strengthened Qin’s logistics.

"Cement" once again sharpened the Qin army's military strength.

Holding these two divine objects in his hands, a flame called 'ambition' quietly burned in Ying Zheng's heart.

"It would be a pity if Mo Qing's talents continue to be placed in Nanjun to govern a county. It has been almost two years since Mo Qing served as the governor of Nanjun. It is time to call him back to Xianyang."

Ying Zheng had an idea in his mind. Because of the oppression of Lu Buwei and Lao Ai, in order to save Mo Jun, Ying Zheng could only temporarily transfer him to Nanjun, intending to keep it for later use.

As a result, even Ying Zheng never expected that after being transferred to Nanjun, Mr. Mo would actually have the momentum of "the sea is wide and the fish can jump, and the sky is high and the birds can fly".

Not only did he not feel suppressed in Nanjun, but he received assists from Nanjun one after another, helping Ying Zheng catch Lao Ai, knock down Lu Buwei, and suppress the Queen Mother Huayang.

Now that Ying Zheng is in great power, it's time to give Mr. Mo the rewards he deserves.

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September.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye it is the autumn harvest season again.

In the Nanjun County Sheriff's Mansion, Mo Jun, who was sixteen years old and had grown to a height of 1.82 meters, put down the third secret letter sent by Ying Zheng this year, asking him to return to Xianyang to receive the reward.

This time.

He did not continue to reply to the letter, requesting a postponement of the reward.

Because just a few days ago, all his arrangements in Nan County finally came to an end.

Even Mo Jun himself did not expect that he would stay in Nanjun for much longer than he imagined.

The first is to accept all commerce, business, and channels from the [Sifang Chamber of Commerce]. and an inventory of the real estate belongings of twenty-seven noble families in Nan County.

This matter took much more time and energy than Mo Jun expected.

The legacy of the old aristocracy is very heavy in these places.

If Mo Jun had not been stationed in Nanjun this year, it would not have been easy for Xiong Daxiong Er and Zhan Qin to successfully receive these 'legacys'.

The other issue is the construction of levees and dams. This project also requires a large amount of work, so in order to prevent accidents at the last minute, the work will fall short.

Mo Jun finally decided to end this matter completely before leaving Nanjun.

"Sir, Hongxun is here!"

At this moment, the sound of Zhanqin came from outside the door.

"I see."

Mo Jun responded, then tidied up the bamboo slips on the table and lined them up one by one. After briefly tidying up his clothes, he slowly stepped forward and opened the door.

A ray of hot sunlight fell, causing Mr. Mo to squint subconsciously. When his sight returned, he saw Zhan Qin, Hei Yu, Jian Jiuyuan, Jian Ling'er, Yue Nu, Jiu Jian Chi, Zhu Ye Qing standing outside the door. People etc.

"Let's go!"

Mo Jun spoke calmly and then took the lead to walk out.

Exited the Sheriff's Mansion.

The carriage had not gone far when they heard the sound of children reading the Analects of Confucius from a courtyard on the roadside.

"The Master said: "Learn and practice from time to time, that's not the case. It's not the same when friends come from afar..."

"Zengzi said: I have to examine myself three times every day. Have I been unfaithful in my plans for others? Have I not trusted my friends in my dealings? Have I not learned to pass them on to others?"

"The Master said: I am determined to learn at fifteen, I am established at thirty, I am not confused at forty..."

Hearing these sounds, Mo Jun suddenly said: "Stop!"

Hu~

Zhan Qin quickly stopped the carriage and asked, "Sir, do you want to take a look?"

As soon as Zhan Qin finished speaking, Mo Jun opened the curtain and walked out, saying, "Well, let's take this as the last look!"

Enter the courtyard.

The first thing that caught my eye were two three-story, boxy buildings that looked like boxes but had dozens of rooms.

This is Mo Jun's dormitory and teaching building built with cement, imitating the teaching buildings of later generations.

And this courtyard is no other place. It is the [Orphanage] specially built by Lord Mo in this era. The children in it are the children who were rescued from the 'meat ponds' of twenty-seven noble families. .

"grown ups!"

Seeing Mr. Mo arrive, a young man dressed as a scholar in the teaching building, who was teaching children to read and write, immediately came up to him and saluted respectfully.

"Ah~~it's Brother Mo!"

"Brother Mo Jun, you finally came to see us!"

"Lord Mo!"

When a group of children who were only about ten years old saw Mr. Mo arriving, they immediately fluttered over like little ducks and started chirping in Mr. Mo's ears.

Most of the injuries on these children have now healed, and for the few whose limbs were broken, Mr. Mo also bought a batch of mechanical limbs from the Gongshu family and replaced them.

So now these children don't have much problem at least in their daily activities.

Mo Jun had a fuss with these lively children for a while.

He patted the heads of a few children who were still a little mentally closed to show encouragement.

"Master Mo, are you leaving?"

At this moment, a slightly older boy, about thirteen or fourteen years old, suddenly asked Mr. Mo such a question.

As soon as this statement came out.

All the children suddenly became quiet.

Mo Jun looked at the boy and couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and asked, "Who told you this?"

The boy said honestly: "I told you when Master Zhan came last time."

Mo Jun looked back at Zhan Qin, who also looked embarrassed.

Zhan Qin is naturally not a loose-mouthed person, but when facing these children, he sometimes talks a little bit. Who knew that his casual remarks would be remembered by this child.

After thinking about it, Mr. Mo touched the little boy's head and said slowly: "Yes, Mr. Mo is indeed leaving. But he is going to Xianyang to become a high official, so you should congratulate me."

After Mo Jun finished saying this, he could clearly feel the mood of the children around him, which suddenly became much lower.

There were even a few younger ones whose mouths couldn't help but become deflated.

On the contrary, the little boy who had just started suddenly pulled away Lord Mo's hand and said, "Master Mo, wait for me."

Said.

The little boy suddenly turned around and ran back. After a while, he returned again with a small package on his body.

Saw this scene.

Mo Jun suddenly became happy and said funnyly: "What are you doing?"

The little boy held his head high and said, "My mother told me when she was still alive that you must repay a favor, so I have made up my mind to follow Mr. Mo."

And just as the little boy finished speaking, he saw a group of children running up behind him, each carrying large and small baggage, saying loudly:

"You still have me, you still want me!"

"The same goes for a few of us."

"I also want to go with Mr. Mo."

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Seeing this scene, several adults at the scene immediately looked at Zhan Qin. Zhan Qin quickly turned his head, indicating that it had nothing to do with him.

"Sir, this..."

The young scholar who taught the children before suddenly became embarrassed.

Mo Jun looked at the group of children with glaring eyes in front of him, pondered for a moment, and then said: "Do you really want to come with me? You may be very miserable in the future."

"I'm not afraid of hardship!"

The little boy took the lead.

When the others heard this, they also agreed.

"I'm not afraid either."

"And me too."

After hearing what these children said, Mo Jun thought for a long time and finally made a decision, saying, "Okay! Since you have decided to follow me, let's go together."

"Great!"

"Very good."

"Ah~~~ If they can all leave, then I will go with Mr. Mo."

"Yes, we have to leave too."

Children love to be lively, and when they saw Mr. Mo agreeing, they all started shouting.

However, no matter what Mr. Mo said, it was obviously impossible to return to Xianyang with hundreds of children, so in the end, after a period of comfort, plus the first few children, Mr. Mo selected a total of thirty people and left the orphanage with him. .

Mr. Mo had these thirty children sent back to the Sheriff's Mansion first, and then he walked towards the Longwang River.

It took 50,000 workers and a full year to build.

Now this dam, named ‘Longwang Dam’, covering the entire both sides of the Longwang River, has finally been completed.

More than ten key nodes, as well as the location of the dam, are all built with cement. As for other parts of the fence, they are still made of soil.

When Mr. Mo arrives.

The Longwang Dam on both sides of the strait was already filled with people.

"Master Mo is here!"

I don't know who suddenly shouted, and then the people around him suddenly became excited and surrounded Mr. Mo in the blink of an eye.

Mr. Mo briefly greeted the people around him.

Then I looked at the water of the Longwang River. The autumn flood season was coming. At this time, the water level of the Longwang River was at least three or four feet higher than before, and I was still paying attention to the rate of increase that was almost visible to the naked eye.

See this.

Mo Jun no longer hesitated and said directly: "Close the gate!"

With an order.

At the feet of everyone, this head gate is one of the twelve gates of Longwang Dam, and it is also the last gate left for Mr. Mo to watch the ceremony. Amidst the heartbreaking sounds of chains, only a huge stone gate can be seen. The gate fell with a crash.

There was a boom.

The entire gate was closed instantly.

Then there was a long wait...

until late afternoon.

At this time, the water level of the Longwang River had already submerged two-thirds of the embankment. The surging river water continued to set off large waves, hitting the enclosure and the embankment again and again.

Every slap would make the people around him feel a little pinched in their hearts.

After all, although the dam has been built, the final effect depends on whether it can withstand the test of the Longwang River.

The waves crashed all night long.

Until the next day.

The water level of the Longwang River finally stopped rising.

As the morning light breaks.

News finally came from afar:

"Report, Lord Mo, the twelfth gate is clear."

"Report, sir, the seventh gate is clear."

"Report, sir, the third gate is clear."

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As good news came one after another, and finally, with the news that the last gate was 'no problem', the people present couldn't help but cheer.

The entire embankment instantly turned into a boiling crowd.

"Oh oh oh~~"

"Okay! Great!"

"If we block it, we will never encounter floods again in the future."

"Thank you, Lord Mo!"

"Thank you, Lord Mo!"

"Thank you, Lord Mo!"

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This time, there were many more people who thanked Mr. Mo, or even knelt down and kowtowed, compared to the hundreds of villagers in Dragon King Village last time.

Tens of thousands of people knelt down and kowtowed to Lord Mo. Just looking at that scene was enough to make the few people behind Lord Mo feel dry.

"Lord Mo, please follow me."

At this moment, a county magistrate suddenly came to Mr. Mo, bowed and spoke.

There was a hint of doubt in Mo Jun's eyes, but he still followed him and walked over. Not long after, the two of them came to a building similar to the 'Earth Temple'.

There seems to be a statue in the center of the Earth Temple, but it is covered with a red cloth.

The county magistrate said: "Master Mo, please reveal the truth."

The surrounding farmers also echoed: "Master Mo, please reveal the truth."

Mo Jun was stunned for a moment, then came to the front of the temple and slowly stretched out his hand to uncover the red cloth.

The next second.

A sculpture with horns on its head and a tail behind it, but with the same face as Mr. Mo, slowly came into Mr. Mo's eyes.

This is clearly a living temple.

"Sir, this is our intention. Please don't laugh, Lord Mo."

At this moment, an old man with a snow-white beard walked out of the crowd and spoke to Lord Mo with a smile.

This old man is none other than the village chief of Dragon King Village.

Two lives are human beings.

Seeing his birthplace for the first time, Mr. Mo couldn't help but stayed for a while, but he quickly came back to his senses and said to the head of Longwang Village: "You're welcome, old man. Mr. Mo can't bear this kind of honor." Get up!"

"Master Mo is as kind as a mountain to the people of Nanjun like us. He is nothing more than a living shrine. You deserve it."

The head of Longwang Village cupped his hands, bowed slightly, and then continued: "In addition, I have heard before that your Excellency is about to be promoted, so today we are here to congratulate Lord Mo and wish Lord Mo a smooth journey."

As soon as the mayor of Longwang Village finished speaking, tens of thousands of people were seen up and down the Longwang Dam. Their voices were like thunder, and they neatly bowed deeply in the direction of Mr. Mo and said loudly:

"I wish Lord Mo a safe journey on this trip!"

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