Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

Two more hours passed.

Everyone looked at the sand fixed by the oysters and the cement made by Shen Wuming, and their faces were full of shock.

"Let someone try it." Shen Wuming looked around at everyone, "If I do it myself, what if someone says I'm faking it?"

He was originally joking, but everyone shook their heads and then nominated a Mohist monk.

"Let me try it."

Everyone was familiar with this Mohist monk, who was famous for his honesty. No one had any objections to him doing it.

"I won't use my magic power first." The Mohist monk raised his hand and chopped on the dry cement board.

This cement board was added with steel bars and iron wires, and there were also broken pebbles, which was quite strong.

Without using magic power, a slap on it made his hand hurt.

He retracted it as if he was electrocuted.

"Hiss..."

The Mohist monk took a breath of cold air, and everyone looked at his red and swollen palm and nodded slightly.

It looks real.

"Try this." Shen Wuming pointed to the sand-built Dusha Bridge, which could only accommodate one person.

There were many oysters on the bridge.

Whether it was cement or oysters, it was impossible to dry up and fix so quickly, but everyone had magical powers.

Under the human push, the cement board dried up, and the oysters also secreted a lot of colloid.

And seeped into it.

The Mohist monk was quite large, and he stepped on the oyster board and stomped his feet twice, but the board did not move at all.

There is no doubt that the two methods proposed by Shen Wuming are very useful.

"Mr. Shen's thing is really wonderful, it is simply a work of art."

"Innate Mohist Holy Body."

"Mr. Shen is really a great talent!"

The old men around Pei Mao nodded repeatedly, looking at Shen Wuming with eyes like seeing a treasure.

Shen Wuming couldn't help but shudder.

This is how Cao Zhuyu looked at him before.

If you don't know, you would think you have done something to let that woman down?

But now a bunch of old men are like this... I'm about to get goose bumps.

"He's really capable." Meng Wenchuo's eyes were full of resentment.

But after looking at the two boards, he finally retracted his gaze and turned around to walk outside.

He had to admit that Cao Zhuyu might not be able to suppress him, but Shen Wuming could definitely do it.

Xie Rusu pouted, hugged Meng Wenchuo's arm, didn't say anything, and left.

Cao Zhuyu looked at Shen Wuming, and stars began to appear in her eyes.

Too amazing.

This is the talent I found.

Song Nanzhu was even more stunned. Why didn't she find out before that Shen Wuming was such a genius?

"I take back what I said just now."

Pei Mao walked to the high platform, "I just said that I am willing to accept Shen Xiaoyou as my apprentice, or introduce him to Lushan Academy."

"I take it back now."

Everyone looked at him with confusion. Is this old man drunk or crazy? He doesn't want such a talent?

Even the group of old men glared at him. If you don't want it, I will.

A group of Mohist disciples were talking about it, and some even wanted to rush up and beat Pei Mao.

So what if you are a second-rank official? So what if you are the Nine Calculations of Mohist?

In the hearts of the Mohist people, truth is the only one.

In front of truth, even the Mohist masters have to be grandsons!

However, Pei Mao made a 180-degree turn before everyone had time to act.

"Such a talent is not something I, Pei Mao, can accept as a disciple. I apologize to Mr. Shen here."

"I am here on behalf of the Mohist school to invite Mr. Shen to serve as a guest of my Mohist school, with the same position as the Nine Calculations of Mohist school!"

The guest of Mohist school is similar to the visiting professor of a university in later generations, and is not a member of Mohist school.

It is generally awarded to a strong person who has studied Mohist school deeply, which is equivalent to an honor.

Shen Wuming was also numb. Pei Mao was calculating him again.

This old man must have seen that he did not want to get involved in the affairs of Mohist school, and then morally blackmailed him.

Since he could not be accepted as a disciple, he would be praised.

When the time comes, the Mo family will come to him with something, and he can't refuse.

"You deserve to die!" Shen Wuming gritted his teeth secretly.

"Wuming is not talented enough..." Shen Wuming stood up and was about to refuse, but Pei Mao held his hand.

"Shen Xiaoyou, don't be polite. I have just given you the token of the guest of the Mo family. Just keep it!"

Pei Mao's face was full of enthusiasm, but Shen Wuming was confused. When did he accept it?

Only then did he hear Pei Mao whisper: "The jade pendant I just gave you is it. Am I honest enough, old man?"

"You fucking..." Shen Wuming was about to raise his hand to hit him, but Pei Mao quickly held his hand.

"Don't be so angry, kid." Pei Mao whispered, "This thing only has benefits, no tasks."

"Even if the Mo family leader begs you, you can refuse, but you can mobilize Mo family disciples."

"Good stuff, keep it first, if the Mo family asks you to work for free in the future, you can just throw away the jade pendant."

"I really want to beat you." Shen Wuming took a deep breath.

Pei Mao smiled wickedly, he knew that Shen Wuming's words meant that he accepted it.

"This time I owe you a big favor!"

"I know it's not moral to tie you up in the car, but you can always ask me to help you in the future, I will never refuse."

"Three!" Shen Wuming finally struggled and bargained.

"Okay, okay." Pei Mao didn't care. His favor was valuable, but a Mohist genius was more valuable.

Even if it was what Shen Wuming had revealed now, the dust explosion principle, the buoyancy gold test, the oyster bridge building technique, the cement manufacturing technique...

These things were already higher than the results of their Mohist Nine Calculations. What else could be said?

Even if Shen Wuming was unwilling to join the Mohist School, it would be beneficial to have such a connection in the future.

"Okay, just now, Mr. Shen talked about two aspects of water control. One is to make the bridge stronger, and the other is urban drainage..."

"The oyster bridge building technique and the cement manufacturing technique can solve the first problem, what about the second one?"

Pei Mao asked loudly.

Shen Wuming was tricked by him and didn't want to continue at this moment. He squinted at him coldly and then made a three under the table.

Pei Mao's mouth twitched. He understood what this kid meant.

It means that the jade pendant he just used cannot be counted as money, and the 30,000 taels of gold notes still need to be paid.

Seeing Pei Mao nod slightly, Shen Wuming continued: "This requires the city to build a drainage system..."

Ancient cities also had drainage systems, but they were relatively crude. He introduced some modern concepts and talked about them with everyone.

Ordinary ancient people would definitely be confused, but everyone present was a disciple of the Mohist School. They had a foundation and could understand it.

In the crowd.

A middle-aged beautiful woman sat next to Cao Zhuyu, glanced at Shen Wuming above, and then glanced at her.

"I heard that this is the little lover you hooked up with in Zhongshan County?" The middle-aged beautiful woman lowered her voice, "He's handsome."

"Master... Don't talk nonsense, he is a married man, I just want to pull him into Qin Mo!"

Cao Zhuyu explained shyly.

The middle-aged beautiful woman looked at Shen Wuming on the stage, "There are some things that can make Pei Mao pay so much attention to him and even recommend him as a guest official."

"You will all be in Zhongshan County in the future. If you have more contact with him, it will bring a lot of benefits to Qin Mo."

Shen Wuming didn't know the value of the Mo family guest official, but the middle-aged beautiful woman knew it very well.

Even as the nine calculations of the Mo family, each person is only qualified to recommend one Mo family guest official.

And it is a lifetime system.

In other words, after Pei Mao gave this quota with a licking face, he can no longer recommend Mo family guests.

This price is very high.

So, the middle-aged beautiful woman knows how much Pei Mao has paid, but Pei Mao still has no hesitation.

Cao Zhuyu rolled her eyes, beautiful to death, "Do you think I don't know? People just ignore me."