"No wonder this kid kept delaying it!"
In Taiji Palace, Li Shimin looked at the two memorials in his hands and couldn't help but murmur.
One of the memorials was about Meton's amazing performance at the exhibition, and the other was about Meton's request to build a dam at Shibie Valley. Shibie Valley was too close to Chang 'an City, and once the dam was built, it would affect the safety of Chang' an City. Naturally, Meton had to ask the imperial court for instructions.
"The Principle of Leverage!"
"Transforming the people of Heaven and Earth for others to use."
One of the two theories was the theoretical summary of the School of Mo's current Mo techniques, and the other was the future direction of the School of Mo. As long as the School of Mo advanced in this direction, the School of Mo's rise would be unstoppable. This was related to the School of Mo's fortune for the next thousand years. No wonder Meton kept delaying it until the exhibition ended.
What made Li Shimin even more satisfied was that before the exhibition, there were rumors all over Chang 'an City that Mo Jiazi had invited all the craftsmen in the world to unify the three branches of the School of Mo.
However, everyone underestimated Mo Jiazi. Not only did he have the strength to unify the three branches, but he also had the influence to unify the entire world of craftsmen. However, Mo Jiazi didn't do so.
Not only did Mo Jiazi do so, but he also made all the theories and future directions of the School of Mo public, so that all craftsmen could create Mo techniques.
Was Mo Jiazi stupid? Was he creating competitors for himself? Was he not afraid that the Gongshu family or the other two branches would surpass the Mo family? Or was Mo Jiazi too idealistic?
No! Li Shimin didn't see it that way. Meton's appetite was even bigger. Just like the Principle of Leverage, he used the School of Mo as a fulcrum to incite the Hundred Schools of Thought to compete again. Even so, he was still not satisfied. Not only did he want the Hundred Schools of Thought to compete, but he also wanted the Hundred Schools of Thought to compete within the School of Mo.
For this reason, Moton did not hesitate to announce the core theory of the Mohist Technique, the Lever Principle, and even revealed the future direction of the Mohist Family. It could be said that he did not hold back at all. In this way, every craftsman in the world could become a Mohist.
"It's not spring when one flower blooms alone. It's spring when a hundred flowers bloom together." Li Shimin finally read Mo Jiazi's poem and couldn't help but nod his head slightly. Mo Jiazi was just as he said. Not only did he not disappoint him, he gave him even more surprises.
"Then what about the Prince Consort's memorial?" Pande asked.
Li Shimin thought for a moment and said, "Let's keep it for now. This project is even grander than the Wei River Bridge. It will take at least eight to ten years to see results. Waiting for another year or so is nothing. Everything can wait until Gao Chang's expedition to the west. "
Pande understood and put away the memorial. There were three ways to deal with memorials submitted by officials. The first way was to deal with memorials that needed to be dealt with immediately. After Li Shimin's instructions, they would immediately be handed over to the three provinces and six bureaus. The other type of memorials were useless and would be sent to the incinerator by Pound to be burned. The other type of memorials were those that were not needed at the moment or were not in a hurry to be used. Pound would keep them so that he could find them when he needed them in the future.
"Let's go! Let's go to the Political Affairs Hall. I heard that Changle brought quite a few rare toys into the palace today. The Political Affairs Hall is very lively, "Li Shimin said as he stood up.
"That's natural. The Prince Consort's exhibition of Mo techniques this time is all things that women can use. Her Highness will naturally show filial respect to the Empress," Pande said with narrowed eyes.
It was a harmonious scene in the Political Affairs Hall.
A sewing machine was placed in the center of the hall. Empress Zhangsun was skillfully stepping on the pedal. Click, click, click. The crisp and rhythmic sound of the sewing machine echoed through the hall. Very quickly, a piece of clothing was formed in Empress Zhangsun's hands.
"This needle technique, this speed. The Mo Family's machinery is truly extraordinary." Empress Zhangsun cut off the thread and looked at the fine thread method in her hand. The uniform stitches were even. Even when she was in her boudoir, she couldn't compare to this sewing machine in terms of precision, let alone speed. There was no comparison.
Princess Changle said proudly, "Meton once said that it is accurate, efficient, and never makes mistakes. This is the charm of machinery."
Empress Zhangsun looked at the sewing machine and said fondly, "Thinking back, when Imperial Mother was learning needlework, she suffered a lot. Which one of her fingers did not bleed? If there was a sewing machine earlier, who would have suffered such pain? I did not expect Meton to be so meticulous and create such a miraculous machine."
Princess Changle could not help but blush. The reason why Meton asked the Mo Family Village to develop a sewing machine was because she wanted to sew clothes for Meton on a whim. The result was obvious. She was pricked so badly that it was unbearable to look at.
After Meton came back, he was very distressed, so he proposed the concept of a sewing machine to Princess Changle in order to solve the problem of Princess Changle not knowing needlework.
"Slave Zhi, come here!" Empress Zhangsun waved her hand and called Li Zhi, who was playing outside the hall, back.
"Coming!" Li Zhi responded loudly. He stepped hard on the small children's bicycle under his feet and staggered toward Empress Zhangsun.
Li Zhi had always wanted to have a horse. Unfortunately, since Li Chengqian fell from a horse and left a foot injury, princes were not allowed to ride horses unless they were adults. Even if Li Chengqian's foot injury had been cured, this rule was still not abolished. Li Zhi longed for it anxiously.
Now that he finally got a bicycle that was comparable to a horse, he naturally liked it very much. It was not long before he could ride it.
"Brother!"
"Uncle! Wait for me! "
Behind him, Jin Yang Princess and Mo Sha hurriedly followed. Surprisingly, the two of them were faster than Li Zhi, who had just learned how to ride a bicycle, and reached his mother's side.
"I didn't expect a bicycle to not only benefit the country and the people, but also become a child's toy." Empress Zhangsun looked at the bicycle under Jinyang and Mo Sha. Princess Jinyang was riding a toy bicycle with auxiliary wheels. This was why she was faster than Li Zhi, who had stubbornly removed the auxiliary wheels even though she was younger.
As for the bicycle under Mo Sha, it was even more amazing because her bicycle only had two wheels. It did not even have an auxiliary wheel for pedals. She could run fast and maintain her balance by relying on her two legs.
Li Zhi finally stopped when he reached Empress Zhangsun's side, panting.
"The hem of your clothes is too long. It's not suitable for riding at all. Go and change into this ink suit. It'll be much more convenient this way," Empress Zhangsun said.
Li Zhi changed into the convenient ink suit and stepped onto the bicycle again. He realized that without the hem, it was indeed much more convenient to ride a bicycle.
"This time, Meton did well. The three ink techniques in this exhibition have benefited the people of the world." Looking at Li Zhi happily riding the bicycle outside the hall, she showed a motherly smile.
Princess Changle said proudly, "The House of Mo once said that the House of Mo will produce whatever the people need."
"What a good 'the House of Mo will produce whatever the people need'!" Li Shimin's hearty voice suddenly appeared outside the hall.
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