The Six Arts of the Gentleman in the Bright Moon of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 235 Asking for the Bingzhou Cauldron [Please subscribe and vote monthly]

As for doing all this, Six Finger Black Man left it to Thief Zhi to do it, and it also gave young people a chance to experience.

Therefore, the Six-Fingered Black Man is not worried at all that the Gongshu family can get to Yunzhong!

As for Robber Zhi, he may not be good at fighting, but it would be too easy to stop the loser from coming.

Therefore, Gong Shuqiu, who rushed all the way to Yunzhong, was miserable. Today he lost his road guide, tomorrow he lost his atlas, and the day after tomorrow he lost his travel expenses.

"Mo family, robber Zhi!" No need to think about it, Gong Shuqiu also knew who did it!

Apart from Thieves Zhi, the future king of thieves, Gongshu Chou couldn't think of anyone else who would dare to attack Gongshu Chou.

It can only be said that they missed the best opportunity. When Yan Yan was in Xinzheng, they could pay more attention to him and be better informed, and they would not have to travel so far to Yunzhong.

Thinking of this, Gong Shuqiu looked at his own children with even more hatred.

It's no wonder that the public losers have always been unable to compare with the Mohists.

But no matter how angry you are, there is nothing you can do to lose your hatred. If you can't compare, you can't compare!

"Third Prince City should not only be built on land, but also underground!" Yan Yan looked at the Six-fingered Black Man and put forward his own suggestion.

He suddenly remembered that the big cities of later generations had underground drainage systems, especially the city of Nanjing, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties. These things were taken into consideration when the city was built, and the drainage systems of some city walls were even made into seasonal structures. Look, when it rains heavily, you can see the dragon spitting water!

"What a great idea!" Upon hearing Yan Yan's suggestion, the Six-fingered Black Man felt his eyes light up.

Whose city has considered these things?

Yan Yan also proposed many urban construction plans for later generations.

After hearing this, the Six-Fingered Black Man felt astonished. It turns out that city construction can be done in this way. Why didn't he think of it before?

The eyes looking at Yan Yan became much softer, but he was a little angry again. Why was such a genius picked up by the Confucian Yushan Academy?

It would be great if the Mo family picked him up. This is the proper civil saint son of the Mo family!

Being able to travel alone to remote grasslands and deserts, without the care of family, without so many human connections, this is not the civil saint son that the Mohists dream of!

"Have you ever thought about joining the Mo family?" Six-fingered Black Man directly extended an olive branch.

As for offending Confucianism? In the past, I might have felt that it was not worth it to be for Yan Yan, but now...

Not to mention the other party's talent and whimsical ideas, based on the other party's current status, the Mo family would not mind giving him the position of leader of the Mo family!

"Can you not pay me back?" Yan Yan looked at the Six-fingered Black Man and asked.

He only has one word now: poor!

Still so poor that you need to bend down and live in a cave!

"Goodbye!" Six-fingered Black Man left without looking back.

Even if the Mo family is looking for people to work, they still have to pay them. If they don’t want to pay, what if they want to eat shit?

"Alas!" Yan Yan sighed.

If you want to build a city like Nanjing, no ten or eight years will be enough. The most important thing is that the more suggestions he makes, the more money you need to spend!

Thinking of this, Yan Yan couldn't help but slap himself in the mouth. Why did he mention so much when he had nothing to do? It would be nice if he could live with others?

After all, it is a penny that can stump a heroic man!

Who doesn’t want to wake up and seize the power of the world, get drunk and lie in the lap of a beautiful woman? The key is poverty!

"I want to ask for a cauldron!" Yan Yan once again went to see Dun Rui, one of the nine Qin officials sent by Xianyang to Yunzhong as a hostage.

"King Yu Jiuding?" Dunruo immediately knew what Yan Yan wanted! In the past, King Yu's tripod determined the world and cast the nine tripods, which also represented the royal power of China's nine states.

After the Zhou Dynasty was destroyed, the Jiuding stored in the Zhou Dynasty's ancestral temple was also taken away by the Qin State.

"Bingzhou Ding!" Yan Yan nodded. If he wanted the grassland to be completely recognized, then Bingzhou Ding, one of the Nine Cauldrons, would be the most suitable. As long as Bingzhou Ding appears in Sanzi City, who in the world would dare not to recognize Yunzhong, Jiuyuan, and Where's Lou Fan's orthodoxy?

"I'll report to Xianyang, but I'm not sure whether I can get it!" Dunruo hesitated.

If it were something else, he could grit his teeth and agree, but the Jiuding, which represented the power of the world, was not something he could decide.

"Well! If not, it doesn't matter. I can just forge a cauldron myself!" Yan Yan said with a smile.

Because he suddenly thought that the tribes in Yunzhong, Jiuyuan, Loufan and Grassland were actually not very cohesive. Therefore, as the center of the three places, Sanzi City must have an artifact that can make people feel at home!

And in the entire world, before the appearance of the Imperial Seal, nothing could be more authoritative than King Yu's Jiuding.

Even the grassland tribes and people of mixed Chinese and Hu people know the existence of Jiuding.

However, Yan Yan originally thought it was just a small thing, but he didn't expect it to shock the world.

The whole world was shocked by Yan Yan's actions.

The Qin State did not dare to make a big show of taking away the Nine Tripods of King Yu, and just secretly transported them back to Yongdu. Now Yan Yan openly asked the Qin State for the Bingzhou Tripod, and the whole world was in an uproar.

The Nine Cauldrons of King Yu, which had been selectively ignored by people, were once again remembered by various countries.

"It's really a big trouble for us!" Ying Zheng raised his head.

Originally, the Jiuding of King Yu was kept secret by hundreds of princes in Qin, but after Yan Yan asked for the tripod to be merged with the state, the Jiuding, which had been forgotten by hundreds of princes, returned to the attention of hundreds of princes.

For example, the State of Chu asked Qin for the Jingzhou Tripod and the Yangzhou Tripod, and the State of Qi asked for the Qingzhou Tripod. The allied Yan State also tentatively inquired about the Jizhou Tripod.

"The Nine Cauldrons represent royal power and cannot be given away easily!" Lu Buwei did not expect that the situation in the world would be broken because of Yan Yan's sudden request.

Although all countries have acquiesced that the world has entered a state of no emperor and maintained restraint and balance, this balance has now been broken.

It accelerated the speed at which countries conquered each other.

"The Bingzhou Ding can be given, but the Jingzhou Ding, Yangzhou Ding, Qingzhou Ding, and Jizhou Ding are not possible!" Ying Zheng thought for a while, they are not afraid of the princes coming to rob them, they will rob them if they have the ability.

But after all, Yan Yan represents the Northern Territory and is the Lord of the Northern Territory. It is not outrageous to want a Bingzhou Cauldron.

"What do you want with Bingzhou Ding?" The Six-fingered Black Man came over and asked Yan Yan as soon as he got the news.

"Create a landmark, a symbol that represents the Third Prince City!" Yan Yan said seriously, taking out the statue he drew on parchment.

It was a half-body giant. He buried his body in the loess, leaving only half of his body on the ground. However, he also buried his head on the ground so that no one could see his appearance. He held a sword in both hands, and held a sword in one hand. The sword is facing Bingzhou Ding!

"What do you mean?" The six-fingered black man probably had a guess, so he solemnly straightened his clothes and asked.

(End of this chapter)