Chapter 1735 Mohist Bamboo Slips
Zhang Xuezhou goes to the left, Li Shaojun goes to the right, and Gongsun Hong goes forward.
The three of them held a piece of fuel for ignition with construction debris, as if they were holding a small torch.
Although the brightness provided by this fuel is average, it is enough for great cultivators like them, and is not inferior to Li Shaojun's luminous pearl with average brightness.
Zhang Xuezhou went all the way to the left, and when he carefully passed through the two passages, he saw the storage room again.
Perhaps it was because a top-notch mechanism man like 'Fire' was placed at the entrance. There was no large-scale mechanism man in the rear passage, but only ordinary locks hung on the door.
Zhang Xuezhou reached out and pulled, and the pull-type lock body was pulled open by him.
This kind of door is too easy to open, and Zhang Xuezhou feels that it is impossible to hold anything good.
But when he entered the room, he saw only messy wooden and copper small parts.
In terms of craftsmanship in the real world, these small parts are a little rough, but in terms of the technology in this world, these parts are undoubtedly extremely delicate and even difficult for craftsmen to create.
If you are clever and handy, you can also assemble some small mechanisms from these small parts.
Zhang Xuezhou had no interest in these, but after he took out a bamboo slip among the many messy parts, he saw the combination of various parts engraved on the bamboo slip. The final result was to create a powerful weapon. crossbow.
In terms of craftsmanship in the real world, there are many long-range shooting tools, and various types of firearms emerge in endlessly. If we want to advance the craftsmanship, there are also various early blank tools.
However, social development is different. It is extremely difficult to introduce technology from reality, and there will be various adaptation and matching problems.
The content on the bamboo slips is obviously completely localized.
The ink marks on the bamboo slips have been around for a long time, and it may have been tens or even hundreds of years since the Mohists realized this craft.
“It is famous as Ban, and I don’t know which senior of the Moh family named Ban left it. If the craftsmanship is famous and has not been spread, maybe it can be sold at a higher price!”
Zhang Xuezhou is not interested in the parts on the ground, but he is still interested in collecting this kind of information.
If someone wants it, he will sell it or exchange it for others.
If no one wants it, it won't be troublesome for him to get an extra roll of bamboo slips.
After casting a spell, Zhang Xuezhou stuffed the bamboo slips into the bag.
Knowing that these machine rooms were different from the imaginary treasures, Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to put aside his thoughts of making a fortune and instead search for information and other items that caught his eye.
Although these rooms are machine rooms, to Zhang Xuezhou they look like research laboratories.
If an accident had not occurred, there should be many finished mechanisms in these research rooms, and various materials stored in them.
He opened five machine rooms in succession. When he entered a larger machine room, Zhang Xuezhou saw the finished product except for the machine man for the first time.
This is a round clock that is nearly half a person tall. The extremely fine pointer is set with one hundred and eight scales. Each scale corresponds to a different time segment, and the time is refined to a standard of almost half a second.
Zhang Xuezhou fumbled for a while, and after finding the switch, the round clock immediately started turning again.
The ticking sound of the gears turning made Zhang Xuezhou a little surprised.
And this agency room is relatively well-preserved and is not as messy as other agency rooms.
“The Sutra?”
Zhang Xuezhou had been picking through the machine room before and only picked up a bamboo slip for making a crossbow mechanism.
And in this room, it involves theoretical content.
Zhang Xuezhou recognized it for a long time and only recognized the title of the book.
He cleaned up and found more than ten bamboo slips.
Zhang Xuezhou was about to use a trick to collect the bamboo slips as a souvenir when he saw a ray of fire coming from the machine room in his direction.
"Mr. Gongsun, have you finished searching over there?"
Only when he got closer did Zhang Xuezhou see Gongsun Hong's face clearly. "Don't mention it, those machine rooms are all locked, and my sword has been broken." Gongsun Hong complained: "When I opened the machine room, I didn't find any treasures, and I couldn't open the back room, so I went around. After a while, I came back to you to open the door!"
"These locks are all hanging, no need to split them, just shake them left and right and they will open!"< br>
Zhang Xuezhou replied, which made Gongsun Hong unbelievable for a moment.
He swayed back and forth on the lock body of the machine room. Only when he saw the lock body retracting and popping up did he realize what mistake he had made.
But even though he was here, Gongsun Hong was not in a hurry to run back.
"Is there anything good in this room?" Gongsun Hong asked.
"There are some bamboo slips. If you know Mr. Gongsun, you can come and take a look," Zhang Xuezhou invited.
“The Sutra?”
Compared with Zhang Xuezhou's laborious identification, Gongsun Hong's reading seemed much smoother.
He opened it and read it once, and then read it through.
"Strength, the reason why punishment is exciting..."
Gongsun Hong recited it, which made Zhang Xuezhou's head hurt. He was obviously explaining the mechanics and defining his own content.
This is the most troublesome part of the content of each school. The definitions of nouns are different, and some content even completely conflicts with other schools.
You say yours, I say mine, and schools of thought develop in different ways.
Gongsun Hong finished reading one volume and picked up the second volume.
He was obviously very dissatisfied with the content, so he chose other bamboo slips to read through to see if there were any secrets about the machine city hidden.
“No matter how old or young you are, you are all ministers of Heaven!”
The second volume read by Gongsun Hong is full of sermons, asking mortals to fear and obey God. , get the gift from heaven.
Zhang Xuezhou only felt that this was similar to the content of the sect.
As long as the ‘heaven’ is replaced by the god Tur, this will be a relatively high-level teaching material for the Tur religion.
He thought about its use and realized that it could be used as a religious example after translation.
But Gongsun Hong kept reading through it, and Zhang Xuezhou could not help but frown slightly, realizing that this was not something that ordinary people could write, and it even involved the content of governing the king.
He looked at Gongsun Hong, and saw that Gongsun Hong’s eyes were also looking at him quietly.
"This is the Mohist record recorded by the Mohist master Xiang Fuzi" Gongsun Hongdao: "The content is quoted from Mo Zhai, the founder of the Mohist school!"
"Very interesting content" Zhang Xuezhou replied.
"It's just very interesting. If his method works, the Mohist family will be the world today" Gongsun Hongdao.
"The Mohist world?"
Zhang Xuezhou came back to his senses and recited one sentence, while Gongsun Hong finished reciting this article and then started to cut to the content of the next bamboo slip.
The content of this volume involves Ming ghosts, which proves that there are heavenly ghosts in the world who govern kings, families and nobles. Heaven is responsible for rewards, while ghosts are responsible for punishment.
In this bamboo slip, Mo Zhai even demonstrated the existence of heaven and ghosts.
"Ghost... this seems to be the demon from outside the territory!"
Thinking of the era of hundreds of schools of thought when the heroes were fighting, and thinking about the sound transmission in the main hall of Zixiao Palace, and then seeing the Mohist family The machine city is completely different from the technology tree of the Han Dynasty. Zhang Xuezhou was unable to determine for a while whether some extraterrestrial demon who was good at science and technology machines came to this world and was then suppressed to extinction.
If the Mohist government city floats across the sea in order to retrieve the suppressed, and thereby collides with the Zixiao Palace, which is looking to suppress the demons outside the territory, some things may make sense.