In the east city of Xianyang, a courtyard was surrounded by a soldier who was waiting for him, and the water was impassable.

In front of the courtyard is a huge stone monument, on which are carved several large characters of the dragon and snake.

"Great Qin Arsenal Fang."

There are skilled craftsmen from all over the empire, and almost all of the most advanced techniques of Great Qin flow out of this.

The arsenal is very large, almost occupying several main roads in the east city, and it is even criss-crossed inside, and there are caves.

In the center of the arsenal, there is a miniature square, and hundreds of people stand quietly on the square, looking at Yingzheng on the high platform in front of them, looking excited and a little uneasy.

"Your Majesty, these are skilled craftsmen recruited from all over the Empire."

Will be Shaofu Gong Mo standing behind Ying Zheng and introduced.

"That's all?"

Ying Zheng looked at the hundreds of people below, his brows furrowed slightly, he must know that he needs a large number of craftsmen.

No matter from all walks of life, as long as you have a skill, you can contribute to the country.

"Your Majesty, these are all representatives of craftsmen from all over the country, and due to the limited space in the arsenal, they can't all be present."

Gong Zhimo hurriedly explained.

"You are all skilled masters of the Great Qin Empire, why do you know that I summoned you to Xianyang?"

Ying Zheng's voice was not loud, but there were many heralds below, constantly repeating Ying Zheng's words to ensure that everyone could clearly understand His Majesty's holy will.

All the craftsmen looked at each other, how did they know what His Majesty was thinking?

But they naturally didn't dare to say this kind of thing, so they could only say in unison: "We don't know, please make it clear to Your Majesty." ”

"In his lifetime, he created and invented countless utensils, which promoted the civilization of the Chinese land to go further."

"As giants, you should have more or less known the legends of some public losers."

"Many of the tools you use are from the hands of the losers."

"Based on this alone, even after thousands of generations, the name of the public lost son will always be remembered by future generations."

"Your craftsmanship is exquisite, but how can it compare to the male loser?"

Ying Zheng did not directly explain his intentions, but made a big turn.

"Mr. Gongyi's talent, I can't wait for ordinary people, how can I compare with it."

"Mr. Gongyi is known as a miracle worker, and as craftsmen, we have always taken Mr. Gongyi as an example."

"How dare you compare it with Mr. Gong Lose, and shame me."

For a while, the craftsmen below were talking about it, and almost one-sidedly asked themselves that their skills were not as good as others, and there was no comparison at all.

"No, you're wrong."

"The male loser is like you, he is also a mortal, he can do it, why can't you?"

"If there were no inventions and creations, would the land of China be like a barbarian, still living a life of drinking Mao Ru's blood?"

Ying Zheng's step-by-step guides, the chicken soup for the soul still has to be poured, and the seeds of science and technology sometimes only need to sprout and will thrive.

"That's right!"

"What is the difference between barbarians and Huaxia?"

"It's not that our Chinese ancestors were full of wisdom and invented countless tools to change people's lives."

"And those barbarians have passed thousands of years, and they are still ignorant and unenlightened, so they will be crowned."

Ying Zheng's words caused an uproar among everyone.

For a time, the sound of debate and discussion was endless.

"The ancient ancestors were able to invent and create, so why can't you?"

"I convened you and others this time to vigorously support invention and creation, and promote the continuous progress of Chinese civilization."

"The ancient ancestors left endless and precious inventions to their descendants, should you also leave groundbreaking and far-reaching inventions to future generations?"

"In the name of the First Emperor of the Great Qin, I am immortal for the Chinese nation to stand on the top of heaven and earth."

"Gather the power of the people in the world, accept the spirit of the four seas and eight wildernesses, and work together to create a new era."

"One day, I want this day, and all those who soar are the essence armor of Great Qin."

"One day, I want this land, and all the people who gallop are the iron horses of Daqin."

"One day, I want the subjects of Great Qin to pick the stars with their hands, step on the sun and the moon on the bottom, look at the Xuanyu, and be proud of the world."

Ying Zheng's voice was loud, like a big bell in Hong Lu, deafening.

It can really be said that a word stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone was in an uproar in an instant.

Because what His Majesty said was too shocking and shocking for them.

If this is not from His Majesty's mouth, then everyone will definitely think that this person must be crazy.

How can a man fly into the sky?

What's more, it's still a warrior in armor, and it's even more ridiculous.

As for the galloping iron cavalry, they only regarded them as cavalry and did not think much about it.

But even so, His Majesty's words made them feel incredible.

"I know, if you don't believe it, I'll open your eyes."

"If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, would you believe that you could run your own car without livestock?"

Ying Zheng didn't care what everyone thought, today he just wanted to plant a seed in the hearts of all craftsmen and let this seed sprout.

Everyone subconsciously shook their heads, looking incredulous.

Are you kidding?

Legend has it that the male loser created a golden goose that can spread its wings and fly for hundreds of miles without falling.

For this legend, most people don't believe it in their hearts, even if the public loser is a generation of giants, they can't believe it, which is really contrary to common sense.

Ying Zheng glanced at the public behind him and said, "Let people carry it up!" ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Gong Yi Mo was the only one present who felt that His Majesty's words might not be boastful.

Because as a direct descendant of the male loser, his attainments in craftsmanship may not be as good as his ancestors, but they are not low.

In contemporary times, Gongyi ink is also a generation of giants, famous all over the world.

But since His Majesty returned to Xianyang from Mount Tai Fengzen, Gong Yi Mo was stunned to find that he was a fart giant.

After seeing His Majesty's profound craftsmanship, Gong Yi Mo was immediately enshrined as a god.

Later, His Majesty gave himself one ingenious drawing after another, directly opening the door to a new world for himself.

Gong Chuan Mo found that his previous proud works were all fart.

Under the order of Gong Zhimo, soon a group of big men walked in, carrying one after another strangely shaped objects made entirely of bronze.

Hundreds of craftsmen below couldn't help but be curious, and stepped forward to take a look.

Before everyone could react, the group of big men began to assemble the bronze objects one by one.

Soon a huge arc-shaped wheel gallery appeared in front of everyone's eyes, looking at the huge bronze bars with a groove on each side.

"Isn't this a scaled-down version of the track?"

Finally, after the assembly was completed, someone recognized it.

It's just that the only thing that puzzles everyone is that this track is not like Daqin's track is made of giant wood.

It's not like Daqin's wooden tracks, one horse and one flat river, but nine turns and eighteen turns.

Some arc-shaped places, completely suspended in the air, make people completely unbelievable, this will be the track?

But then, the people's eyes widened.

Two big men carrying a miniature bronze chariot, no, a thin carriage to be exact, not right.

Because the carriage was very long, the bottom of the carriage was filled with egg-sized, incomparably smooth wheels.

Just when everyone was in shock, the long carriage was placed on the track of the bronze wheel, and with the help of the curved slideway, it moved slowly on the bronze track.

As it runs farther and farther, it gets faster and faster.

It wasn't until it passed the orbit that seemed to be dangling that it didn't fall as everyone thought.

Instead, he crossed the runway at a gallop, ran to the starting point again, and continued to move forward.

It is like a never-ending chariot, seemingly full of infinite magic, running in a cycle on the bronze tracks.

Everyone looked at this scene in amazement and was stunned......

Why does it keep running?

It's like a never-ending stream?