The courtiers looked at these beggars in disbelief, and then asked reluctantly: "Are you really here for class?"
"Class?" These Mohists looked at each other.
This term is somewhat new and has just become popular. However, these writers often read newspapers and were stunned for a moment before they came to their senses.
So one of them said very humbly: "Yes, we are here to listen to Miss Zhu's teachings."
These scholars don't know what these dignitaries do, but in Shangjun Courtyard, it is definitely right to keep a low profile.
Powerful man, you look at me, I look at you, and then walk away with a frown on your face.
They did not apply for a monthly card on the spot, but they had already made up their mind to ask their family members to apply for one later.
As for these Mohists, after their names were announced, someone went to tell Xiangli Zhu.
Soon, Xianglizhu took them in.
Mohists couldn't help but feel envious when they saw how orderly and prosperous the Shangjun Courtyard was despite the chaos.
Soon, they met Xiangli Zhu.
After seeing Xiangli Zhu, these Mohists were stunned for a moment.
Of course they knew Xiangli Zhu. It's just that... the Xianglizhu in front of him is a little different from what he remembered.
Xianglizhu didn't wear any jewelry, and even her long hair was just pulled into a bun on her head.
She was not wearing a complicated dress, but was wearing a white dress.
This dress doesn't have any patterns, and the fabric looks very thick and rough, definitely not silk...
This...is this the royal robe? It shouldn't be.
Xiangli Zhu seemed to have noticed their gazes, smiled slightly, and said: "This is specially made for the purpose of studying bacteria. If there is dirt, the white color can be revealed immediately. And this cloth is very thick and easy to clean."
After explaining, Xianglizhu smiled at them and said, "Everyone, you are well."
The Mohists looked at each other, feeling a little inferior, and then bowed deeply several times: "Thank you, Miss Zhu, for your magnanimity."
After thanking Xianglizhu, the scholars suddenly remembered that Xianglizhu was awarded the title of Toyota Marquis.
So they began to awkwardly pay homage to the Marquis.
Xianglizhu made a gesture to stop them. She was a little impatient with this kind of red tape.
She called a craftsman to take a few Mohists to take a bath and change clothes.
After the Mohists had cleaned up, someone took them to visit Shangjun Courtyard to familiarize themselves with the environment.
It was an eye-opener for Mo Zhe.
The legendary flour mill, paper mill and printing factory.
Needless to say, these are like thunder. Although it is magical, at least you are mentally prepared.
What surprised them the most was the Huanyi Factory.
Scholars originally thought that there should be many women washing clothes in the laundry factory. But what they saw in front of them made them a little confused.
Here they saw many large barrels, and beside each barrel stood a woman.
The women turned a crank with their hands, and the water in the bucket began to rotate rapidly, stirring the clothes inside.
In less than a quarter of an hour, a bucket of clothes was washed and hung to dry.
The Mohists asked in confusion: "Is... is this enough for washing?"
A woman came over, smiled slightly, and said, "Of course it's been washed. What you see is the clothes bucket I invented."
The Mohists asked for advice very humbly.
The woman pointed to one of the buckets and said, "Look, everyone, there is a wooden wheel installed under this bucket. Turn the crank, and the wooden wheel will also rotate, stirring the water and clothes in the bucket."
"This is something I came up with on a whim after seeing Zhang Men's steam car last time. Unexpectedly, the patent office actually approved it. Immediately afterwards, some businessmen were willing to invest."
The woman said with some pride: "A few days ago, I was still a poor person, but now I have no worries about food and clothing."
The ink asked curiously: "However, can the clothes be washed clean if washed like this?"
The woman said: "Of course it can be washed. Since we have the washing bucket, washing clothes has become a lot easier. A piece of clothing can be thrown in for washing before it becomes dirty and smelly. So it is very easy to wash it."
The Mohists nodded, looking very appreciative.
The woman said: "However, nowadays, most of these laundry buckets are still used in Shangjun's courtyard, specially for people in the laboratory to wash clothes. Ordinary people... they are reluctant to wash clothes, because clothes are not easy to come by and always come out. If you wash it, it will inevitably get damaged.”
"But it doesn't matter. Nowadays, with the promotion of chemical fertilizers, people in the world are no longer short of food. You can grow mulberry and hemp, and soon there will be no shortage of clothes."
The woman smiled slightly: "I heard that some of them are famous calligraphers. Is there anything I need to improve on my clothes bucket? Please give me some advice."
Several ink practitioners were speechless and could only praise him and sneak away.
They suddenly discovered that it was not easy for them to barely understand the things in Shangjun's courtyard, let alone put forward suggestions for improvement.
The identity of the Mohist is not very useful here.
The last trace of their pride was completely smoothed away.
In the laboratory, Xiangli Zhu is operating the microscope with concentration.
A craftsman nearby came over and said, "Miss Bamboo."
Xianglizhu quickly stretched out his hand to stop him: "Your saliva is about to come over and contaminate my sample."
Takuto smiled awkwardly and covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves.
Xianglizhu thought for a while and said to the craftsman: "Pass my order. Anyone who enters the laboratory from now on must cover their mouth and nose with a cloth."
Takumi nodded.
Xianglizhu asked: "What?"
The craftsman said: "I have taken several Mohists around and it seems that they are very shocked and even a little depressed. Maybe they feel that what they have learned is a bit out of date."
Xianglizhu smiled slightly and said: "It seems that the heat is almost there. Take them to training and let them learn about the latest inventions as soon as possible. I believe they will never refuse now."
The craftsman responded, turned around and left.
Xianglizhu smiled slightly and continued to observe the samples.
It doesn't matter if Mohist's knowledge can't keep up with that of Shangjun Courtyard, as long as he studies for a month or two. What Xianglizhu really values is their minds.
These people who were able to join Mo Zhe back then were all extremely smart people. As long as they understand the latest technology, they will be able to achieve something within a few months.
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Thousands of miles away, the Mauryan Dynasty.
In Jialan Temple, the monks were cleaning up their belongings.
The deadline given by Maurya is getting closer and closer, and there is no time to delay it.
The temple master couldn't bear to harm Wang Ben, and he couldn't bear to harm the disciples in the temple.
Therefore, he ordered them to leave Jialan Temple as soon as possible.
Run away, run away, escape with your life, and the Dharma can spread in other places.
Jialan Temple has been established for a hundred years, and every plant and tree here has grown up under the influence of Buddhist scriptures. However, the house is a dead thing after all.
The temple is destroyed, but as long as the monks are still there, it will be built one day.
Wang Ben looked at the monks who were packing their things with some confusion.
He found the temple master and asked curiously: "Did something happen?"
The temple master hesitated for a while and said frankly: "The Peacock King thinks you are a rare commodity and wants to capture you and use you as a sharp weapon to attack the Qin Dynasty in the future."
"I didn't want you to hand it over, and I was worried about Maurya's revenge on us, so I decided to leave overnight."
The temple master thought that Wang Ben would be scared or angry after hearing this. But he never expected that Wang Ben would look up to the sky and laugh.
The temple master was a little stunned: "What are you..."
Wang Ben said quietly: "The Peacock King thought that by getting Wang, he could attack the Qin Dynasty? Little did he know that the Qin Dynasty had millions of armored men, countless money and food, and powerful generals like clouds. How could the Peacock King be so confident?"
The temple master smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Wang Ben continued: "The Peacock Kingdom seems to be the dominant one, but in fact it is just because of good luck. There are no strong enemies around, so it dominates. If it were placed in the Central Plains, even Qi Chu would be able to do it without the help of our Great Qin. Destroy it."
The temple master sighed and said to Wang Ben: "You must not say these words in front of the Maurya King. If my prediction is correct, the Maurya King's people will come to ask for someone tomorrow. You can just go with me." .”
Wang Ben thought for a moment and said, "That's okay. I plan to visit the temples anyway, so I'll leave with you."
That night, the people in the temple had packed up their things.
Following the order from the temple master, these people took advantage of the moonlight and walked into the distance.
When they were more than ten miles away from the temple, a large group of torches appeared in front of them.
After all, Wang Ben is a veteran who has been on the battlefield for a long time. He immediately reacted and said to the temple master: "There are a large number of soldiers in front of us. It should be the Peacock King who has arrived early. Let's go another way."
The temple master was in shock and nodded: "Go quickly, go quickly."
The monks changed paths and walked nervously until dawn.
As a result, after dawn, they found that they still had not walked out of the Mauryan King's circle.
There was the sound of horse hooves and shouts from all directions.
Apparently, the Mauryan King arrived at Jialan Temple overnight. After finding no one in the temple, he immediately searched nearby.
The temple master asked Wang Ben: "What should I do?"
Wang Ben thought for a while and said to the hundreds of monks: "Spread out and run for your lives. If you gather together, the target is too big."
The monks looked at the temple master with some confusion.
The temple master thought for a while and said to the monks: "I have always had a wish to promote Buddhism. Now I heard that Daqin is a prosperous place, why don't you go to Daqin."
The monks hesitated: "Da Qin? We have never been there. There are thousands of mountains and rivers along the way..."
The temple master said: "Do people who study Buddhism still fear hardships and dangers?"
The monks were stunned for a moment, and then agreed one after another.
Then they said goodbye to each other and ran in all directions, planning to break out separately.
Unfortunately, it didn't take more than a quarter of an hour before they were all driven back.
The Maurya King has surrounded this place with water, and there is no way out.
Finally, Wang Ben and the monks were all captured and escorted to the Mauryan King.
Wang Ben walked to the Maurya King's tent and saw that the Maurya King was tall, with white skin, a high nose and deep eyes, which was very different from some people he had seen in the past.
Wang Ben knew that there was something special about the Peacock Kingdom. The poor and the lowly did not intermarry, so their appearances were very different.
When the Peacock King saw Wang Ben, he laughed loudly and said in Sanskrit: "Is this the distinguished guest from Great Qin?"
Wang Ben smiled slightly: "Your Majesty's hospitality is a bit special."
The Mauryan King smiled and said: "I am very thirsty for talents, so I am a little informal. Please."
In the camp, a banquet has been set up.
After Wang Ben sat down, he smiled slightly: "Now that Wang Ben has been captured by the king, can the monks outside be let go?"
The Mauryan King was silent.
He was actually a little annoyed because the temple master disobeyed the order and wanted to let Wang Ben go. The Mauryan King wanted to kill all those monks.
But... now that Wang Ben has been captured, it doesn't matter whether he kills the monk or not.
Although the Maurya King was somewhat dissatisfied with Buddhism, he also knew that both nobles and common people were devoted to Buddha. If you really kill those people, I'm afraid there will be some trouble.
So he smiled slightly and said: "I have no intention of embarrassing these monks. They come and go freely without restrictions, so why should I let them go?"
The Maurya King said to a guard beside him: "Go and give some food to the monks outside. They can go or stay without any difficulty."
The guard responded and left.
The monks waiting outside were uneasy. Although they preach the Bible all day long, the butcher's knife hangs over their heads, and it is impossible not to be afraid.
After the guards announced the Maurya King's order, these monks were relieved.
As for eating, there is no need. If the Mauryan King changes his mind, his life will be lost.
So they left one after another.
On the way back, some monks said happily: "In this way, we can return to Jialan Temple."
The temple master shook his head slightly and said to the monks: "No. You must continue to Daqin."
The monks were all dumbfounded and asked, "Why?"
The temple master said: "The Maurya King today does not respect Buddhism. Who knows what will happen in the future? If something happens one day, Buddhism will be destroyed."
"You go to Daqin to spread Buddhism and save all sentient beings."
The monks all nodded slightly.
They returned to Jialan Temple and began to prepare for their long journey.
In the Maurya King's camp, the Maurya King was asking Wang Ben about the mountains and rivers geography of the Qin Dynasty, the passes, soldiers and horses.
Wang Ben didn't answer at all. He just shook his head slightly and said, "Wang Ben has put down his hatred and doesn't want to talk about weapons anymore."
The Peacock King frowned and asked, "Don't you want revenge?"
Wang Ben smiled: "You kill me, and I'll kill you. After I take revenge, others will take revenge. Then the killing will never stop. In this case, it's better to start from me and let go of hatred."
The Peacock King was a little unhappy, and then said quietly: "If I want to attack Da Qin, what if I want you to provide some information?"
Wang Ben said: "It's absolutely impossible."
The Peacock King suddenly pulled out his knife and put it on Wang Ben's neck.
Wang Ben smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to push away the Peacock King's sword: "Wang Ben has seen many battles like this in Great Qin. It is no longer new. How can you make me surrender with false threats?"
