(Thank you for your steady happiness - Li Chao Love, Wu Hao Hao and your recommendation.) Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ）

After realizing that the saddle and stirrup had a significant effect on the military, anger quickly appeared on Tang Gu's face, and in the cooperation agreement between the Mohists and Fusu, Cheng Qu had specifically emphasized that Fusu could not take the initiative to ask the Moshi to innovate offensive weapons for the Qin State, because this was too contrary to the Mohist's non-offensive thinking.

Fusu raised his head just in time to see Tang Gu's eyes full of anger, and felt bad, but he still smiled confidently: "Haha, old Tang, don't get me wrong, saddles and stirrups are not offensive weapons, they are only used for horseback riding, I don't believe you will know it later." After speaking, he didn't look at Tang Gu's reaction and walked to the playground.

When Fusu and Tang Gu walked to the playground, Meng An was already waiting there with a horse, Xiling also led a horse to stand beside him, and the guards looked at the playground, not knowing what Gongzi wanted the horse to do at night, could it be that he wanted to practice riding at this time.

"Clear." Fusu saw that Yu Bai also rushed over, and commanded Yu Bai.

Yu Bai's expression turned grim after hearing this, and he quickly stretched out his left hand and raised it above his head, and after clenching his fist, he opened his five fingers and drew a circle towards the sky. The guards who were watching saw Yu Bai's gesture and immediately took action, changing the "don't be too serious" that they had asked in Fusu in the past, and distributed around the courtyard wall, driving out a few handmaidens who were watching, closing the corner gate leading to the main courtyard and the workshop, and the guards themselves no longer looked at the playground, and there was a sound of rustling on several tall trees. Hahaku was very satisfied with the reaction of the guards and nodded to Fusu.

Meng An led the horse over at the signal of Fusu, this is not a horse for people to ride, but a horse that has tamed the special cart, and has a relatively docile personality, but it seems very reluctant to be pulled out of the stable at night, and he keeps snorting.

Tang Gu was even more dissatisfied with Fusu for not explaining to him the role of the saddle and stirrup, but he still gave them to Fusu. Fusu stretched out his hand to take it, taking advantage of the light from the torch and observing it carefully. He hadn't carefully observed what the harness looked like in the old time and space, especially the stirrups under the feet of those riders, Fusu couldn't remember what shape they were at all, and could only describe Tang Gu roughly according to what little memory he had, and the ink artist built this set of harness in strict accordance with Fusu's description.

The stirrup is based on the pedals on the old space-time bicycle of Fusu, and the bottom is a rectangular woodblock, the two ends of the woodblock are connected by a ring-shaped wood, forming a space just enough for the foot to stick into, and the top of the wooden ring protrudes with a hollow square hole. The saddle is quite consistent with Fusu's memory, the front and back are raised high, just enough to insert the hips in, and the lower end of the plank attached to the side of the horse's belly has the same square hole as the horse's board.

Once again, Fusu was shocked by the level of the ink maker's craftsmanship, and Fusu found that the saddle and stirrup in his hand were not carved from a single piece of wood, but were spliced together with different pieces of wood. Wood is not like metal that can be forged, and unlike plastic, which can be directly formed, these shapes can be spliced together with wood, and they can be so strong, how did the ink master do it.

Fusu tragically found that in addition to the use of wood, this set of harness used two iron bars of the same shape, about one foot long, one inch wide, and half a finger thick, with hooks at both ends, which should be hung together with the square holes in the saddle and stirrups.

Fusu put the saddle together with the stirrups, checked it in his hand, it was not very heavy, gently put the saddle on the horse's back, and spread the cushion he had taken out of the room on the saddle.

The horse was a little resistant to these things when it first came into contact with them, and moved his hooves from side to side twice. Fusu looked at the horse that had been set, and looked at Meng An, who was leading the horse, and Yubai, who was commanding the vigilance, waiting for them to volunteer and fly on the horse, as for the fat man Xiling who was leading another horse on the sidelines, it was not within the scope of Fusu's consideration at all. It's just that Meng An and Yu Bai are in contact with these things for the first time, and they haven't figured out what they are going to do, so they ignore Fusu's secret sending Qiubo.

Fusu took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, and prepared to get on the horse, but found that with his current height, it was a problem to get on the horse with the help of the suspended stirrups, so he had to wave his hand to summon Xiling, who had the most stable chassis.

"One knee to the ground, crouch down, well, right." Fusu commanded Xiling to make a human flesh on the horse stone.

"Ten fingers crossed, yes, palms up, on knees."

"Okay, just this position, move closer to the horse's belly, okay, just don't move." Fusu stepped on the palm of Xiling with one foot, exerted force under his feet, jumped over, played the role of boiling his body for several years, straddled the saddle, and before Fusu could grasp the reins, the horse under him moved with four hooves, swaying lightly from side to side. Fusu had no choice but to bend down and wrap his hands tightly around the horse's body.

When the horse gradually got used to the weight on its body and stabilized, Fusu dared to get up, asked for the reins from Meng An's hand, shook it gently, and the horse under him took two steps backwards and began to move forward. Fusu carefully recalled the riding skills that Meng Yi had taught him, and tried to make the horse run.

In the shocked eyes of Meng An and the others, Fusu rode a horse that was not very strong and ran slowly around the playground, in their impression, Fusu had only ridden a few times under the compulsion of Meng Yi, how could he have such good riding skills, Fusu ignored their shock, and even began to wave to them.

Only Tang Gu clearly knew that Fusu could control the horses so freely by relying on the role of the saddle and stirrups, if the cavalry of the Qin State were matched with these two things, with the current military level of the Qin State, Tang Gu could not imagine that the Six Kingdoms of Shandong could hold out for a few years, and I am afraid that Li Mu of the Zhao State, who had been fighting with the Hu people all the year round, was not the opponent of the cavalry of the Qin State.

Fusu jumped off the horse, very excited, with this set of not very mature harness, he can easily control the horse, heroic riding gallop without thinking, but there is no problem with the horse, Fusu began to think about finding a good horse for Yingzheng in his heart.

Tang Gu walked towards Fusu with a dark face, and took advantage of Fusu's inattention to take off the saddle and stirrups from the horse's back, put them into the bamboo box he was holding, closed the lid tightly, and held them in his arms.

Fusu saw Tang Gu holding the box and had a headache.

"Old Tang, what does this mean, I don't think I've done well enough, and I want to make a better one for me?"

"It's not bad, it's too good." Meng An and they were all there, Tang Gu endured it and didn't get mad, but he clearly expressed his meaning.

Fusu shook his head slightly, it seemed that the contents of the box were not going to come back, and it was even more important to let Tang Gu continue to improve the saddle and stirrups for Fusu.

"I have something to say to you, maybe you will change your mind when you hear it, come with me if you want to listen, if you don't want to listen, it doesn't matter, let Cheng Qu come, I'll tell him."

After speaking, he didn't care whether Tang Gu was willing or not, turned around and walked to the vestibule, it was already unitary time, if Tang Gu didn't follow, he would be happy to rest early, Xianyang's statistical work had just been completed halfway, and he would continue to run around tomorrow.