"Brother, do you have to place these four wooden stakes in the corresponding position?" Yao Jing asked, pointing to the ten bare-handed men busy in the river. The status of women in the Great Zhou Dynasty is not low, but they rely on their own abilities. As long as you have the ability, you can get promoted. There are not many female officials in the court, and there are still a few. The True Lord of Chiyang is a famous female commander. The True Lord is the honorific title of the Marshal of the Great Zhou. There are now eight True Lords in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The True Lord is the one who leads one side and shocks all directions.

Among these eight true lords, five have already retired. They have not yet seized the title of true lord, and there are only five true marshals. As a woman, she relies on the strength of a second-grade warrior in Chiyang.

"Yes." Zhang Xuan sighed lightly. The small pile driver had been working for two quarters of a minute. The first pile was only on its way up. If you want to hit it ten feet and five feet deep, you should not think about it without half a day. There is no sledgehammer here for you to swing, so you can only use a stone to smash it.

"How deep do you need to stand?" Yao Jing couldn't stand it anymore. She wanted to know earlier that the water wheel was a river. According to the current progress, she might not be able to see it for three days. In fact, she had time, but she didn't want to waste it while waiting, but she didn't want to miss the whole process. In the dark, there seemed to be guidance. This thing called the water wheel should be of some interest.

"Fifteen feet, do you have a way?" Zhang Xuan asked casually. He didn't think a little girl could have the means. At most, she would have to adjust some people. The water truck was not big, the area around the wooden pile was limited, and it was useless to have too many people. Shangzhang Village did not lack man with water and strength.

Yao Jing took a deep breath and pointed: "Her sir! I fell into the ground!"

With her slight shout, the giant tree, which was four feet long, was vertically in the water, and then it was like an invisible giant hand was pressed into the bottom of the water. If it was measured with a ruler, it would be no more or less, just about ten or five feet.

"I'll go..." Zhang Xuan was fascinated. The surrounding county soldiers and villagers knelt on the ground, and several old men fell to the ground in a trembling manner.

This...is this manifestation?

"Confucianism? Great Confucianism?" There are only six people who can stand, five of the Yao family, and in Lan County, only Zhang Xuan looked surprised, but stood straight. Zhang Er, the guy, had already lying on the ground.

"Little Doyle." He said it easily, but Zhang Xuan could see that it seemed that it was not that easy to point out with a casual finger. In just a moment, a look of fatigue appeared on Yao Jing's face.

"Speaking and following the Dharma?" Zhang Xuan asked afterwards. He was still very interested in the magic of this world. He had no chance to contact him before, but this time he gained his knowledge.

Confucianism cultivates a righteous spirit, follows the law when speaking, and does not fear ghosts and gods.

Haoran's righteousness is not the seemingly righteousness, but the real invisible and qualitative substance. The words refer to the attack methods of the great scholars. Zhang Xuan could access too little information, most of which was guessed.

Can a great scholar cultivate a substantial "qi" through mysterious methods?

Zhang Xuan understands it as energy, or energy shield?

The Dharma Sui is to use the energy of Haoran Zhengqi to achieve the corresponding effect?

It was all question marks, and Zhang Xuan didn't know if he was guessing it. After all, even his father had only seen the great scholars from afar on the battlefield. There was no need to think about getting close to him. He had no chance of being a soldier.

"Brother Zhang is very knowledgeable." Yao Jing said politely, adjusting his breath at the same time, stretching out his hand and pointing the second wooden stake in place.

There is no need to introduce that the entire Lan County has such a dress, demeanor, knowledge, and the ability to mobilize so many people, can be counted with one hand. The magistrate of Huiquan County has two sons, one of whom practices Confucianism and Taoism in the Hui family, and the other has already entered the court as an official. Now the largest yamen in Lan County is only the son of Zhang County Magistrate.

Yao Qian was the Left Minister and had the position of a great scholar. He wanted to know something, but he didn't have to speak. Naturally, someone could do it clearly for him. More than ten days passed, and Yao Jing had known about the people in Lan County who needed a little attention.

Zhang Xuan ignored him and asked in his heart: I want to learn Confucianism and Taoism. How much does the most powerful exercise cost?

There was no response at all. Is this a chance to not give him a chance to fuck the wool? Zhang Xuan had thought before that by seeking prices, he could get more information for free. It seems that this road would not work.

Sacrifice to a great scholar's practice.

Zhang Xuan asked in a different way, but he had quoted the price for the Chun Tax location before, so he didn't believe it, and he still couldn't deceive you?

You are not worthy! A thought full of contempt comes into your mind.

Zhang Xuan's anger value instantly filled up, why didn't he deserve it?

Doubt? Could it be...

Sacrifice a top-level martial arts practice method.

You are not worthy!

This time, Zhang Xuan was no longer angry and understood. It is said that Uncle Ma had tried his roots and bones shortly after he was born, and it was not suitable for practicing martial arts. It is not that you are not worthy of being contempt, but that you do not have the corresponding talent.

Zhang Xuan did not give up and continued to ask the way of sacrificing a beast clan.

You are not worthy!

A method of worshiping the prophets of the herds.

You are not worthy!

The method of worshiping a mountain shaman.

You are not worthy!

Zhang Xuan is fascinated. Brother is so talented? Is it difficult to start the hell level?

It’s not like that, at least the second generation of officials and the second generation of wealthy people are the ones who are not high-end, it’s not too bad...

After thinking for a while, Zhang Xuan found that there was nothing missing and asked again: The method of worshiping a monk.

???

This time it was not that you were unworthy, but three big question marks, who seemed to have fooled the strange thing or system. It was just a thought that was imaginary, but Zhang Xuan understood it magically, with a hint of relaxation on his face, and a little sudden.

These three questions were strange when the other party felt that they were strange, which meant that you were practicing the way of a monk, and why did you ask me what I was doing?

Have you practiced it? Have I practiced it? I don’t know anything, okay?

Cultivators are the most mysterious, and there is no distinction between a country and a race. Cultivators have theories of refining qi, refining alchemy, and refining gods. Zhang Xuan considered his own conditions, majoring in materials science, and top experts. Is this how to practice elixirs?

Not to mention, if this is true, Zhang Xuan felt that he could do it himself without anyone's guidance. Compared to playing with materials, not many people in his previous life could compete with him. In the backward Dazhou, he felt that he could completely reduce the dimensionality and attack all monks.

I took a look at the wood parts all over the ground, did I say that I had made the wrong direction?

No, he used water trucks to facilitate life. His purpose was to be a salted fish. He never thought of changing the world. He was so tired of spreading his ideals.

"Brother Zhang?" Yao Jing had called more than ten times. The son of the county magistrate looked a little dull and a little stupid and bold. The first time he saw that he was following his words, there were not many people who could stand firm.

"Oh, let them do it next." Zhang Xuan signaled the two carpenters to lead people to work, and had four water columns. Next, with the columns as the center, two side-by-side wooden boxes were made. The empty position in the middle was used to release the water truck. This wooden box could not only reinforce the wooden stakes in the water, but also have one end as pointed and the other end as square, like a boat, with the pointed tip facing upstream to break the boiling water flow. The square tail used the water to increase the flow rate when it flowed through, so that the force of the water pushing wheel could become greater.

"What else can I help?" I was eager to know the style and function of the water truck, Yao Jing asked, enduring the fatigue on his body, really think that someone can speak up? That would cost him.

Yao Jing is only the lowest ninth-grade great scholar. Among the great scholars, she is just an introductory master. She has limited ability and makes her compete with others. She is a pure cannon fodder and is used to do some rough work. There is no big problem. Although the four senior brothers behind her have not yet learned the truth, they understand the truth. They feel sorry for their junior sister, but they have not stopped them. They also want to know what the water wheel is.

Zhang Xuan squatted on the ground, picked up a thin wood, and drew it on the ground: "This is the foundation used to build a water truck, including pile-type and box-type. I chose a box-type base frame, and then passed through two boxes, with a rotating shaft. This shaft is made of round wood. At the position between the two boxes, based on the rotating shaft, eight groups of sixteen brackets were divided into. The brackets were connected by short wooden boards, and finally, a movable water bucket was hung on the connecting wooden board. The cold river water flowed from top to bottom, pushing the water bucket, and the wheel of the water truck turned day and night..."

As I was talking, the structure of the waterwheel was simple. After a few strokes, I could understand it even if I had an IQ online.

"oh……"

The five people in the Yao family are not stupid. If Zhang Xuan explained it to the county people, it would be far from that easy. These people understood it as soon as they understood it, but after they understood it, they frowned again. If you let the water push a wooden wheel, is it a water truck? What's the use?

In their opinion, Zhang Xuan's words and deeds are different, but his rules are in place. He is not a kind of nonsense playboy. This rotating big wheel is definitely useful, but they didn't think about it for a while.

"Such? Water Drum..." Yao Jing looked at the somewhat chaotic picture drawn on the ground, thinking.

"If this water bucket is tilted, the water can flow on its own... If there is a bamboo tube on it..." Yao Jing also took the wooden stick and started drawing it on the ground.

The four senior brothers behind her were all smart people, and their eyes lit up instantly: "Get water by yourself, endless?"

Zhang Xuan nodded slightly. It seemed that the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty were not as dull as Lanxian County. In the past period, except for his father and Huixian County Magistrate, he felt that 18,000 people in Lanxian County were all fools, and it seemed that he was wrong.

This is not stupid, it is lack of knowledge.

This girl Yao looked younger than herself. After only a few minutes, she thought of the first use of the water truck. However, this use is not very useful in Lan County. It is a hundred miles away from the river in Lan County. It is important to pay attention to flood control, and there is no shortage of water in the fields.

"This is a powerful weapon to enrich the country!" Yao Jing figured out the truth, looked up at the four wooden stakes, and imagined the finished product of the water wheel in her mind. Her eyes shone. Her sixth sense was right. This is a divine thing called the water wheel!

"Teacher-passing teacher!" A senior brother said, taking out the pen from his backpack, the second person took out a piece of ink ingot, the third person took out a piece of inkstone, and the fourth person took out a piece of snow-white... paper?

"Paper?" Zhang Xuan was stupid. Didn't he say that Da Zhou had no paper? He was blind?
Chapter completed!