Chapter 102 Thousands of people send off
"Okay, let's continue to build according to this standard!"
After the inspection and acceptance, and after confirming that there should be no quality problems with the embankment under his feet, Mo Jun clapped his hands and stood up, and said to Zhanqin behind him.
"Yes, my lord!"
Zhanqin replied.
Looking at the embankment under his feet, Zhanqin's eyes were a little excited. In fact, the completion of the embankment will benefit Zhanqin the most.
Because after Mo Jun left Nanjun, the person who took over as the governor of Nanjun was Zhanqin. And by that time, the benefits these dams brought to Nanjun will eventually be turned into achievements and recorded in Zhanqin's resume.
You can say that.
With the function of these dams, Nanjun will basically be able to guarantee "smooth weather and people's peace and happiness" in the next few years. As long as Zhanqin does not die, even if a dog is placed in the position of Nanjun County Sheriff, it can be as stable as Mount Tai.
"By the way, my lord, over there in Xianyang..."
Suddenly, Zhanqin's eyes moved, as if thinking of something, he couldn't help asking.
"I have made arrangements over there, you don't have to worry about it."
Mr. Mo naturally knows what Zhanqin is talking about. Things like 'cement' can definitely be called 'strategic materials' at the moment, and their role is definitely not much different from that of 'improved rice seeds'.
As for this kind of 'strategic material', it is obvious that Mo Jun alone cannot handle it. To be precise, in this kind of feudal society, except for the king who can control this kind of thing on a large scale, it is definitely not a good thing for any private person to hold it in his hands.
So as early as half a month ago, Mo Jun sent a copy of the secret recipe and samples to Xianyang,
Based on time estimates, Ying Zheng has almost experimented with the effect of 'cement' by now.
Walk down the embankment.
Jun Mo was about to leave in a carriage, when suddenly, he saw a large group of people walking towards him.
Seeing so many people approaching suddenly, the black armored soldier in front subconsciously raised his weapon, but an old man with snow-white hair and beard in the front of the crowd, who was leaning on a cane, just came three or four steps in front of the black armored soldier. Then he knelt down on the ground with an excited 'Putong'.
"The little old man kowtowed to the lord."
"The old man can't do it."
As the saying goes, "At seventy, follow one's heart without exceeding the rules." In this era, any old man who can live to be over seventy years old can already be called auspicious in the local population.
The laws of the State of Qin even stipulated that elderly people over the age of seventy can see officials without worshiping them.
So in the face of such an old man with a beard hanging down to his chest, he suddenly knelt down towards him, not to mention Mo Jun, even Zhan Qin, Yue Nu, Zhu Yeqing, Jiu Jian Chi and others behind Mo Jun were all like him. Avoid the sides.
Afterwards, Zhanqin came to the old man in a hurry and helped him up. Mo Jun dispersed the black armored soldiers in front, came to the old man, and said gently: "Long life, old man!"
The old man saluted respectfully, and said: "The little old man is a bit lucky, he is already seventy-six this year. Now, thanks to the respect of the villagers, he is temporarily added as the village head of Longwang Village."
Longwang Village is the nearest large village to the Longwang River, and it is also one of the villages most affected by the flood.
"Because the little old man's Longwang Village is adjacent to the Longwang River, whenever there is a flood, there will be floods. In ten years, seventy-one villagers have starved to death due to floods."
"Now that the adults are benevolent, they have built such a magnificent dam with the art of creation, so that my Longwang Village will be saved from floods. This kind of great kindness will never be forgotten by the little old man."
"My lord, please accept my worship!"
At the end of the story, the old village head of Longwang Village was already crying with excitement, and with his dry hands full of traces of time, he even held on to Mo Jun's wrist and refused to let go.
At the same time, he bent his knees and wanted to kneel down towards Mo Jun again.
Fortunately, Mo Jun was close this time, and before he knelt down, Mo Jun had already stretched out his hand to help him up, and said repeatedly: "I can't help you, you are an elder, such a big gift really breaks me."
Seeing Mo Jun repeatedly obstructing him, the head of Longwang Village had no choice but to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said with a smile, "Forget it, it seems that the little old man has no such luck."
The head of Longwang Village no longer forced himself to salute, but turned around and said loudly to a group of villagers in Longwang Village behind him: "You idiots, did you hear that, the old man is not lucky enough to salute our benefactor today. You guys What are you still waiting for? Why don’t you kneel down and kowtow to our benefactor.”
The old man just finished speaking.
I saw hundreds of villagers of Longwang Village knelt down and kowtowed one after another: "My lord, please accept my worship!"
Hundreds of people knelt and kowtowed at the same time, and the grand scene immediately attracted the attention of a large number of people around.
Jun Mo did not avoid this ceremony.
This is the same scene when the new rice seeds in Bashu matured. Some rituals need to be accepted by Mr. Mo, and he can also bear it.
But just because he can bear it doesn't mean that other people can also bear it.
Basically when these villagers knelt down, Yuenv, Zhuyeqing, Jian Ling'er behind Mo Jun, as well as a group of black armored soldiers, the local county magistrate, and the county magistrate had already avoided or turned sideways wisely.
Although county magistrates and county magistrates can also stand farmers kneeling, when others kneel, they kneel for grace, not power.
If this is accepted.
Who knows if he will lose his life.
Yue Nu, Jiu Jian Chi, and Zhu Yeqing have joined the Mo Mansion for the shortest time. Since joining, the three of them have seen the most images of Mo Jun, namely "miracle doctor", "killer" and "noble who knows how to enjoy".
But after seeing the scene in front of them today, Mo Jun in the eyes of the three suddenly became strange.
The eyes of the two women, Zhuyeqing and Yuenv, flickered, revealing a bit of thinking and confusion.
Even Jiu Jianchi, the most easy-going prodigal son, couldn't help being startled when he looked at Mo Jun at this moment.
【Miracle doctor】
【murderer】
【Aristocrat who knows how to enjoy】
【A good official with great kindness to the people】
One time.
The three of them couldn't tell which one was the real Mo Jun.
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the other side.
In Xianyang Palace.
Ying Zheng hurriedly walked towards a courtyard in the back garden just after finishing a batch of memorials.
"Mr. Ge Nie, how is the situation?"
As soon as he walked into the other courtyard, Ying Zheng saw Gai Nie who had been waiting here for a long time, and asked immediately.
Gai Nie did not respond immediately, but turned his body slightly, and then saw a gray-white stone wall appearing in Ying Zheng's eyes.
next moment.
I saw him striding towards the stone wall, first reached out to knock, and then kicked.
Finally, he found that the stone wall was not moving at all, but his hands and feet were hurting a little. Only then did Ying Zheng gradually show surprise in his eyes.
"Bring the bronze sword!"
Ying Zheng commanded majestically to a guard behind him.
The guard listened to the order, immediately pulled out the long sword at his waist, and handed it to Ying Zheng with both hands.
Ying Zheng waved his hand to signal the people around him to back away, then he held the bronze sword in both hands, and slashed at the stone wall with a sudden strike.
There was a clang.
Sparks sputtered from the long sword and the stone wall.
The huge force made Yingzheng's own hands feel numb, but Yingzheng didn't care at all. Instead, he raised the bronze sword and took a look. a sunken notch.
On the other hand, looking at the stone wall, there was only a shallow mark left on it.
"Good~~hahaha!"
Seeing this scene, even though he knew the hardness of the object through the description in the secret letter beforehand, after seeing it with his own eyes, Ying Zheng still couldn't help laughing out loud and said, "Mo Qing is really a blessing."
This stone wall was naturally built by people sent by Yingzheng with the 'cement samples' sent by Mo Jun.
to be honest.
It means that this secret letter was sent by someone sent by Mo Jun, otherwise, if another person told Ying Zheng that he had created a kind of magical object that could make sand become like a stone within three days, Ying Zheng estimated that he would believe it. Would not believe it.
laughed for a while.
Ying Zheng turned to Gai Nie who was at the side and said cheerfully, "What do you think of this thing, Mr. Gai Nie?"
Gai Nie glanced at the stone wall. He personally supervised the completion of this thing, so he naturally knows better than anyone else the magical effect of the 'cement' that has become as hard as bluestone in just three days.
So after thinking for a while, Gai Nie slowly saluted with his sword in his arms, and calmly gave out the eight words.
"A weapon of war, an artifact of people's livelihood."
"Hahaha~~ Mr. is not a teacher who went out of the ghost valley, what he said is not wrong at all."
Similar to Gai Nie's thoughts, after Ying Zheng saw the miraculous effect of 'cement', the same eight words came to mind, even in the same order.
War comes first, people's livelihood comes later.
At present, when siege of cities and villages is still the main method of warfare, the use of 'cement' on the battlefield is too great.
'The first generation of improved rice seeds' has strengthened Qin's logistics.
"Cement" once again sharpened the peak of Qin Jun's soldiers.
Holding these two fetishes in his hands, a flame called 'ambition' quietly ignited in Ying Zheng's heart.
"It would be a pity if Mo Qing's talent continues to be placed in Nanjun to govern a county. Now it has been almost two years since Mo Qing served as the governor of Nanjun. It is time to call him back to Xianyang."
An idea came to Ying Zheng's mind. Because of the oppression of Lu Buwei and Lai Ai, in order to protect Mo Jun, Ying Zheng could only temporarily transfer him to Nanjun, planning to save it for later use.
As a result, even Ying Zheng never imagined that Mo Jun, who was transferred to Nanjun, would actually have the momentum of "the sea is wide and the fish leaps, and the sky is high and the birds fly".
Not only did he not feel oppressed in Nanjun, but he sent assists from Nanjun again and again, helping Ying Zheng catch Lai Ai one after another, knock down Lu Buwei, and suppress the Queen Mother Huayang.
Now that Ying Zheng is in power, it's time to give Mo Jun the reward he deserves.
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September.
Time flies, and it is another autumn harvest season in a blink of an eye.
Nan County Governor's Mansion, already sixteen years old, Mo Jun, who has climbed to 1.82 meters tall, put down the third secret letter sent by Ying Zheng this year, asking him to return to Xianyang to receive the reward.
This time.
He did not continue to reply, requesting to suspend the award.
Because just a few days ago, all his arrangements in South County finally came to an end.
Even Mo Jun himself did not expect that the time he stayed in Nanjun was far longer than he imagined.
First of all, it is to receive all the businesses, businesses, and channels of the [Sifang Chamber of Commerce]. And count the real estate property of the twenty-seven noble families in South County.
The time and energy spent on this matter was much, much longer than Mo Jun expected.
The legacy of the old nobles in these places is very heavy.
If Mo Jun hadn’t been sitting in Nanjun all this year, it would not have been easy to receive these ‘inheritances’ smoothly with Xiong Daxiong Er and Zhanqin alone.
The other thing is the construction of the ridge and dam. The amount of work in this matter is also very large, so in order to prevent accidents at the last minute, the result fell short.
Mr. Mo finally decided to leave Nanjun after finishing this matter completely.
"My lord, Hong Xun is here!"
At this moment, the sound of Zhanqin came from outside the door.
"I see."
Mr. Mo responded, and then tidied up the bamboo slips on the table, aligning them one by one. Afterwards, he simply tidied up his clothes, and then slowly pushed open the door.
A ray of scorching sunlight fell, causing Mo Jun to squint his eyes subconsciously, and when his sight recovered, he saw Zhanqin, Heiyu, Jian Jiuyuan, Jian Linger, Yuenv, Jiu Jianchi, and Zhuyeqing standing outside the door. people wait.
"Let's go!"
Mr. Mo spoke lightly, and then took the lead to walk out.
Out of the Sheriff's Office.
The carriage hadn't gone far when it heard the sound of children reading the Analects of Confucius from a courtyard by the side of the road.
"Zeng Zi said: I reflect on myself three times a day. Are you not loyal to others? Are you not trusting your friends? Are you not used to passing them on?"
"The Master said: I am determined to learn when I am fifteen, I am established at thirty, and I am not confused at forty..."
Hearing these voices, Mo Jun suddenly said, "Stop!"
call~
Zhanqin stopped the carriage quickly, and asked, "My lord, do you want to go and have a look?"
As soon as Zhanqin finished speaking, Mo Jun had already opened the curtain and walked out, saying, "Well, let's take a last look!"
Walk into the courtyard.
The first thing that catches our eyes are the two three-storey buildings that are boxy and look like boxes, but have dozens of rooms.
This is the dormitory and teaching building that Mo Jun built with cement in imitation of the teaching buildings of later generations.
And this courtyard is no other place, it is the [Orphanage] specially built by Mo Jun in this era, and the children who were rescued from the 'meat pool' of the twenty-seven noble families were raised in it. .
"grown ups!"
Seeing Mo Jun coming, a young man dressed as a scholar in the teaching building, who was teaching children to read and write, immediately greeted him and saluted respectfully.
"Ah~~ It's Brother Mo!"
"Brother Mo Jun, you finally came to see us!"
"Lord Mo!"
A group of children who were only about ten years old, when they saw Mo Jun coming, they immediately flopped over like ducklings one by one, and chirped in Mo Jun's ear.
Most of these children’s injuries have healed now, and Mo Jun also bought a batch of mechanical hands and feet from the Gongshu family for the few who lost their limbs, and replaced them.
So now these kids are at least doing their day-to-day activities without much of a problem.
Mr. Mo had a quarrel with these lively children for a while.
Patted the heads of a few children who were still somewhat closed-minded, as a sign of encouragement.
"Lord Mo, are you leaving?"
At this moment, an older boy, about thirteen or fourteen years old, suddenly asked Mo Jun such a sentence.
As soon as this remark came out.
Suddenly all the children fell silent.
Jun Mo looked at the boy, couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and asked, "Who told you this?"
The boy said honestly: "It was said when Mr. Zhan came last time."
Mr. Mo looked back at Zhanqin, who also showed embarrassment.
Zhanqin is naturally not a loose-mouthed person, but when facing these children, sometimes he will talk a little bit. Who knew that what he said casually at the beginning would be remembered by this child.
After thinking about it, Mo Jun patted the little boy's head, and said slowly: "Yes, Lord Mo is indeed leaving. But the Lord is going to Xianyang to become a high-ranking official, so you should congratulate me."
After Mo Jun finished speaking, he could clearly feel the mood of the children around him, and they suddenly became depressed.
There were even a few younger ones whose mouths couldn't help but deflate.
On the contrary, the little boy who had just started suddenly pulled Mo Jun's hand away, and said, "Master Mo, wait for me."
said.
The little boy suddenly turned around and ran back. After a while, he returned again with a small package on his body.
See this scene.
Mr. Mo was immediately amused, and said with a smile, "What are you doing?"
The little boy held his head high and said, "My mother told me when she was still alive that I would repay my kindness, so I made up my mind, and I will go with Lord Mo."
And just as the little boy finished speaking, a group of children ran up behind him, all carrying big and small burdens, and said loudly:
"I still have me, I still need me!"
"There are a few of us as well."
"I also want to go with Lord Mo."
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Seeing this scene, several adults at the scene immediately looked at Zhanqin, and Zhanqin turned his head quickly, indicating that it had nothing to do with him.
"My lord, this..."
The young scholar who taught children before was suddenly embarrassed.
And Mo Jun looked at the group of children with shining eyes in front of him, pondered for a moment, and then said: "Do you really want to go with me? Maybe it will be very miserable in the future."
"I'm not afraid of luck!"
The little boy spoke first.
When the rest of the people heard the words, they also echoed one after another.
"I'm not afraid either."
"And me too."
Hearing the words of these children, Mo Jun thought for a long time, and finally made a decision, saying: "Okay! Since you have decided to go with me, then we will go together."
"Alas!"
"Very good."
"Ah~~~ they can go, so I will go with Mr. Mo."
"Yes, we are going too."
Children love to be lively, and when they saw Mo Jun agreeing, they immediately shouted.
However, no matter what Mo Jun said, it was obviously impossible to return to Xianyang with hundreds of children, so in the end, after a long period of appeasement, including the first few children, Mo Jun selected a total of 30 people, and followed him out of the orphanage .
These thirty children, Mo Jun had someone send them back to the Sheriff's Mansion first, while he himself then walked in the direction of Longwangjiang.
After 50,000 workers, it took a whole year to build.
Now this dam covering the entire Longwang River, named 'Longwang Dam', has finally been built.
Among them, more than a dozen key nodes, as well as the location of the dam, are all built with ‘cement’. As for the other ridges, they are still piled up with soil.
When Mr. Mo arrives.
The Longwang Dam on both sides of the strait is already full of people.
"Lord Mo is here!"
I don't know who suddenly yelled, and then I saw the surrounding people boiled instantly, and surrounded Mo Jun in the blink of an eye.
Mr. Mo briefly greeted the surrounding people.
Then I glanced at the water of the Longwang River. The autumn flood season is approaching. At this time, the water level of the Longwang River is at least three or four feet higher than usual, and I am still concerned about the speed of the increase that is almost visible to the naked eye.
See here.
Jun Mo didn't hesitate anymore, and said directly: "Close the gate!"
Accompanied by an order.
Under the feet of everyone, this head gate belonging to one of the twelve gates of Longwangba, and the last gate left for Mo Jun to observe the ceremony, amidst the sound of chains making teeth sour, a huge stone gate was seen passing along the gate. The gate slammed down.
There was a bang.
The entire gate was instantly closed.
Then there was a long wait...
until the evening hours.
At this time, the water level of the Longwang River had already submerged two-thirds of the embankment, and the turbulent and surging river water kept setting off big waves, hitting the ridge and embankment again and again.
Every time you slap, the people around you can't help but twitch their hearts.
After all, although the dam has been built, the final effect depends on whether he can withstand the test of Longwangjiang.
Big waves slapped for a whole night.
until the next day.
The water level of the Longwang River finally stopped rising.
When the dawn breaks.
One piece of news finally came from afar:
"Report, I report to Lord Mo that the twelfth gate is unobstructed."
"Report, my lord, the seventh gate is safe."
"Report, my lord, the third gate is fine."
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Accompanied by good news one after another, finally, with the news that the last gate was 'no problem', the people present finally couldn't help cheering.
The entire embankment instantly turned into a boiling crowd.
"Ooh~~"
"Yeah! That's great!"
"Block it, and you will never encounter floods again."
"Thank you, Lord Mo!"
"Thank you, Lord Mo!"
"Thank you, Lord Mo!"
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This time, the number of people who thanked Mr. Mo, and even knelt and kowtowed, was much more than the hundreds of villagers in Longwang Village last time.
Tens of thousands of people knelt and kowtowed towards Mo Jun. Just watching that scene was enough to make the people behind Mo Jun feel thirsty for a while.
"Lord Mo, please follow me."
At this moment, a county magistrate suddenly came to Mo Jun, bowed and said.
Mr. Mo's eyes showed a little doubt, but he followed him and walked over together. Not long after, the two came to a building similar to the 'Earth Temple'.
There seems to be a statue in the center of the Earth Temple, but it is covered by a red cloth.
The county magistrate said: "Master Mo, please also reveal the cloth."
Farmers around also echoed: "Master Mo, please reveal the cloth."
Mr. Mo was stunned for a moment, then came to the front of the temple, and slowly stretched out his hand to uncover the red cloth.
Next second.
I saw a sculpture with horns on its head and a tail behind it, but its face was the same as that of Mr. Mo, and slowly came into Mr. Mo's eyes.
This is indeed a living temple.
"My lord, this is our wish, please don't laugh at me, Mr. Mo."
At this moment, an old man with a snow-white beard came out more and more, and said to Mo Jun with a smile.
This old man is none other than the village head of Longwang Village.
Being human for two lifetimes.
Seeing his own ancestral hall for the first time, Mo Jun couldn't help but stay for a while, but soon came back to his senses, and said to the village chief of Longwang Village: "You are welcome, old man, this kind of honor, Mo Jun can't bear it." Get up!"
"Master Mo's kindness to me and the people of Nanjun is as great as a mountain. It is nothing more than a living shrine. Your Excellency deserves it."
The head of Longwang Village cupped his hands, bowed slightly, and then continued: "Besides, I have heard that your lord is about to be promoted, so today I came here specially to congratulate Lord Mo and wish him a smooth trip."
As soon as the head of Longwang Village finished speaking, he saw tens of thousands of people up and down the Longwang Dam, with thunderous voices, bowing deeply in the direction of Mr. Mo in an orderly manner, and said loudly:
"I wish Mr. Mo a smooth journey on this trip!"
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(end of this chapter)