I'm not a genius in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 322
Seeing Yang Siqi's question, Wang Zi'an smiled and pointed to the handlebar of the bicycle with a carbon-tipped pen, and then added something casually.

"This thing is very common in our place. Almost men, women and children can get started. The operation is very simple. Although the speed is not as fast as galloping horses, but fortunately, it does not require fodder, does not need to be waited on, and can be used at any time."

After Wang Zi'an finished speaking, he didn't look at the dumbfounded expressions of the two of them. He lowered his head very calmly, and drew a few drawings of the accessories of the axle parts, and then put down the pen.

"Perhaps with your current means, some of the parts cannot be copied, but it can be replaced by other means."

You can see the whole picture at a glance. Although the bicycle Wang Zi'an drew seems to be very simple, the techniques and principles involved in it are very clever.The cold look on Mr. Yan's face had long since disappeared, and the look he was looking at at Wang Zi'an became very complicated.

The Mohists have always paid attention to the practicality of the world, and this bicycle has universal value at first glance. As a contemporary Mohist giant, how could he not realize the value in it?
However, what broke his heart even more was that he suddenly discovered that the untold mystery he was so proud of was childish like a child's graffiti in other people's eyes. When Wang Zi'an was in a trance, he was in a daze until Wang Zi'an and Sun Awang walked out of the yard, and then he woke up with a sense of loss, remembering the words Wang Zi'an left before leaving.

"If the technique of the Mohist school is cherished by oneself and cannot be applied to the world, it will be just a piece of waste paper. Sooner or later, it will be swept into the garbage dump and forgotten by the world. If the name of the Mohist reappeared in the world, wouldn’t it be a disappointment to the great trust of the master? I intend to promote a batch of new farm tools, if you two are interested, you can come to help me—”

Mr. Yan glanced back, still lying on the blueprint, the junior brother with fanatical eyes, a flame suddenly lit up in his eyes.Perhaps, this is really an opportunity to strengthen the Mo family...

"Brother Zi'an, where do you really have that kind of bicycle with only two wheels?"

On the way back, Sun Awang couldn't help asking curiously.Wang Zi'an nodded with a smile, his tone suddenly a little lonely.

"Not only bicycles with two wheels, but also cars with four wheels, motor vehicles with many wheels, and airplanes that can fly many people in the sky..."

Sun Awang felt that his little head was not enough. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to fly a plane with many people in the sky.He wanted to ask, but found that brother Zi'an, who always had a faint smile on his face, looked a little strange, and secretly swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

After all, Ngawang is a smart and sensible boy.

After sending Awang back, Wang Zi'an said goodbye and went back.It was too deserted at home in Chongrenfang, and Yang Cai'er was not there, so he simply hired a bullock cart and went straight to Gao Laozhuang.After leaving Chang'an City, looking around, there are all kinds of neat fields on both sides.

At this time, the field is already lush green, and the winter wheat that has just emerged is growing gratifyingly.The speed of the ox cart was not fast, and the old man driving the cart was a talkative person, chatting with Wang Zi'an along the way was very good.Seeing Wang Zi'an staring at the crops on both sides, the old man who drove the car slammed his whip, yelled at the slow old cow, and said with a smile.

"This year's situation is thanks to Wang Xianzi's Zi Anli. If it weren't for this, it would definitely be too late to plant when the rains go down. I don't know how much farmland will be abandoned—Wang Xianzi and his old man—"

Wang Zi'an: "..."

Wang Zi'an couldn't tell what it was like to be called an old man by an old man.Even in my previous life, I was only thirty, okay?

The old man driving the car didn't hear Wang Zi'an's response, so he turned his head and saw Wang Zi'an's expression was weird, but he wasn't bothered.He said cheerfully and authentically.

"Xiao Langjun, you just came back from other places. You can tell that you just came back from outside. Now in our area around Chang'an, who doesn't know the old name of Mr. Wang Xianzi—Zi'an Kang, Zi'an Li Zian's threshing machine was invented by his old man—hey, if it weren't for his old man, we ordinary people here in Chang'an would be miserable this year, and it should be Wang Xianzi and his old man, Lord Wandai..."

Listening to the old man, Wang Zi'an couldn't bear it anymore.

"Master, I heard that Prince Wang is only sixteen or seventeen years old?"

"What's the matter at the age of sixteen or seventeen, the ambition is not at the age! What's wrong, Mr. Xiaolang is not convinced?"

The old man driving the car cracked his whip with a smile, and comforted him cheerfully.

"Don't be discouraged. People like Mr. Wang Xianzi are all descended from the heavenly master Xingxiu. We mortals are incomparable..."

Wang Zi'an: "..."

Wang Zi'an decided to close his eyes and rest, he couldn't talk anymore.For the rest of the journey, the old man basically introduced to Wang Zi'an all kinds of glorious deeds of Wang Xianzi and his old man.Some didn't, they all said it so vividly that Wang Zi'an was almost dumbfounded.

As long as your old man is happy, Wang Zi'an couldn't help laughing when he heard the old man talking casually, and echoed him one after another, which made the old man's conversation more interesting.

"Old man, just come here, I'll just walk back by myself..."

Seeing that he had reached the entrance of the village, Wang Zi'an hurriedly jumped out of the bullock cart, but he didn't dare to let the old man be sent into the village. It would be so embarrassing to be called by the villager's name.Wang Zi'an took out a handful of copper coins from his pocket, but without counting them, he handed them to the old man.

"Xiao Langjun, don't use so much, don't use so much—"

While talking, the old man counted out a few copper coins and was about to give the money to Wang Zi'an. Wang Zi'an smiled and waved to him.

"Thank you for the stories you told me all the way, and the rest is right to ask you to drink tea to moisten your throat—"

The old man put it away cheerfully, and left with a bullwhip.

After only two months of leaving, Gao Laozhuang has changed a lot.On the wasteland behind the village, a large house was erected, and opposite the house was a large breeding farm.However, unlike the farms of later generations, the inside is actually composed of pigpens one after another. Obviously, it was built by Mr. Duan Lun after the pigpen in the Imperial Garden...

Although this takes up more space, fortunately it does not affect pig raising.What surprised him even more was the sound of reading aloud from the school building in front of his cave.He couldn't help being surprised. He wanted to start a school at the beginning, but before he could arrange it, he was sent to the disaster area for epidemic prevention by His Majesty Li Er. Who is teaching here?
Curious, he couldn't help speeding up his pace, walked quickly to the school, looked in through the window, and couldn't help showing a knowing smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)