Daqin: Zulong Asked Me to Be the Prince

"It is my duty to recast the glory of Momen!"

As a loud slogan sounded, the four ink artists were all excited and their blood boiled!

This slogan is so hot!

It was like a shot of a cardiotonic in their originally dejected hearts!

"My generation, it is incumbent on me!"

Mo Gang clenched his fists tightly, slamming the ground and roaring,

"My Momen, I will definitely be able to create greater glories in the hands of Qin Feng!"

"Master, please accept the disciples' worship!"

Before he finished speaking, he was already kowtowing heavily at Qin Feng's feet.

"Master, please accept the disciples' worship!"

The other three were also convincing and bowed down at Qin Feng's feet.

Just the ambition to revive the Momen is enough to convince them that Qin Feng's leadership is recognized, and he is the only one to follow his lead!

"Everyone, please get up."

Qin Feng put the Mo Yuling in his palm and said with a smile,

"Although I took over as the giant, I am still the same generation as you, so I don't have to be restrained."

"When I don't take out the ink jade, you can make friends with me."

When the four heard the words, they got up.

"Master Qin Feng, the disciple has one more thing, I want to give it to you!"

Mo Gang took the sword box he had been carrying on his back and opened it.

Inside the sword box, a pitch-black blade with metallic luster came into view.

"This sword, called Fei Gong, was made by the patriarch himself with meteorite iron from outside the sky."

Mo Gang carefully raised the non-attack and said respectfully,

"The master's smelting accomplishments are definitely not under Ou Yezi! It's just that he is too dazzling, so the world ignores his iron smelting skills!"

"This non-offensive sword is extremely special. There are many ingenious changes in it. When fighting the enemy, it can have unexpected effects!"

"And this sword needs to be re-smelted by the smelting master every three years, otherwise it will lose its edge, and its ingenuity will gradually fail."

"On the contrary, if it can be continuously tempered every three years, it will become more and more dexterous and sharp! It will even have more functions, and its growth will never be capped!"

"...Since Master Yunlin handed it over to me for safekeeping, I have tempered it three times."

Mo Gang gently stroked the non-attack sword, as if touching a peerless treasure.

In the end, he shook his hands, grabbed Fei Gong, and dedicated it to Qin Feng!

"This sword, only a giant is qualified to wear it, it also symbolizes the authority of Momen!"

Mo Gang said solemnly,

"By doing this non-attack, you can kill any Mozhe!"

"Please wear the giant!"

Qin Feng's expression changed, and he held the pitch-black blade in his hand.

Not as heavy as imagined, but rather dexterous.

At the hilt of the sword, there are several hidden grooves, which may be used to change the form.

Speaking of which, the state of Qin has banned rangers, this is the first time Qin Feng has possessed a sword, but he did not expect it to be a top-level weapon!

"Okay! Thank you for the sword!"

Qin Feng played with Fei Gong in his hand for a while, and then smiled,

"With this sword, I can also have more means of self-defense!"

"Everyone, please sit down, I will issue the first giant order!"

Hearing the words, the four black ink practitioners all looked serious and sat down immediately.

Qin Feng put the non-attack on his waist, held the ink jade order, glanced at the four, and said:

"The Momen is now cold and miserable, with a serious shortage of manpower, and the Moxie school has disappeared, just like a ruin. And the few of us are the only living force left!"

"Preserving the vitality and slowly looking for opportunities to grow and grow is the first priority at present!"

"In the ruins, a flower can bloom!"

All four nodded.

"The first order of the giant! Please listen to the order!"

Qin Feng considered it for a while, and then said,

"I'm in the brown sugar business. Now the production capacity is seriously insufficient. I need to open a large workshop outside Xianyang City, specializing in making brown sugar! This is to meet the needs of customers."

"So, I will arrange Mo Gang, Mo Wen, Mo Wu, the three of you, to design and build a large brown sugar workshop in the suburbs to produce a steady stream of brown sugar for me! As for the raw materials and production techniques, I will teach you as much as possible. !"

For these disciples, he doesn't need to hide it, and the core technology can be directly taught to them without worrying about leakage.

"Follow the order!"

The three said yes.

"Mo Lin, you stay in this store, temporarily be my assistant, help me manage the business of the brown sugar store, and coordinate the internal and external affairs."

"I also have a guy named Zhong Sheng. He is a good salesman. I will introduce you to him when the time comes."

Qin Feng looked at Mo Lin, the eldest senior brother who held a heavy weight, and said sternly,

"Remember, brown sugar is a profitable business, something that can be popular all over the world! Don't take it lightly!"

"I may not have time to manage this cash cow in the future. If you follow me and learn more, you may be able to be on your own in the future."

Mo Lin nodded and said solemnly:

"Follow the teachings of the giant."

This is the first thing the giant handed him to do, he must do it well and do it beautifully!

"Second thing."

Qin Feng said solemnly,

"After it is completely settled, if you have the ability, go to contact the scattered ink writers in Xianyang."

"As far as I know, Daqin also has Mozhe activities. Whether it's casting the city wall, making weapons, defending the city, etc., there are Mozhe figures, and they are called Qin Mo outside."

Mo Lin nodded and said, "Yes, when Xianglizi joined Qin to help Qin, he left behind Qin Mo's lineage, and now it is the only fruit left."

In other countries, the Mohists are almost extinct, and only the Qin State can still see Mohists participating in major fortifications.

However, when King Qin completely unifies the six kingdoms and completes all the large-scale fortifications, they will also lose their final use value.

Qin Mos are also in danger.

"Find them, tell them the current situation of Momen, and ask their opinions."

Qin Feng waved his hand and said,

"If you are willing to admit your identity as an ink artist, then come to see me, join my subordinates, and listen to me in the future!"

"If you don't want to obey the command of the giant, you will be deprived of the status of the ink artist and expelled from the ink gate. You can only pretend to be an ordinary craftsman, and you can't talk about ink!"

Merlin looked shocked.

Resolute and resolute, what a stern means!

"Although there are few ink writers, not everyone has to fight for it. If they can't fight for it, they will be expelled!"

Qin Feng said solemnly,

"I want to make sure that the Momen disciples will think in one direction, make efforts in one direction, and only respect one person's orders!"

"Understand?"

Merlin cupped his hands and said, "Follow the order!"

He suddenly felt that the young man in front of him was by no means an ordinary businessman, he was definitely a tough ruler!

Perhaps, Momen can really restore its former glory in his hands?

Thinking of this, Mo Lin only felt a surge of blood gushing up, and his whole body was full of energy.

If the Momen can really be revived, his name, Molin, will surely go down in history along with the giant and shine in the annals of history! ! *