"Wind mill? Wind can also move millstones? How is that possible? " Su Dingfang said in disbelief. In the world's impression, millstones were made of stone and were extremely heavy. No matter how strong the wind was, it could not be moved at all.
"Of course!" Meton nodded without hesitation.
"Brother Su, don't underestimate the power of the wind. The power of the wind is extremely great. I heard that there are often hurricanes in the coastal areas in summer and autumn, which have the power to destroy the world. Not only millstones, but also houses can be uprooted. Moreover, there are often tornadoes in the inland, which are extremely destructive. Although the northwest wind is not as strong as the coastal hurricane, it is also very strong, and it can last for a long time."
Su Dingfang nodded. He had naturally heard of the power of tornadoes and coastal hurricanes. However, hurricanes were very destructive and unpredictable. No one knew when they would blow up and end quickly. However, the northwest wind was prevalent all year round. What Meton said was indeed feasible. Moreover, the northwest wind was strong, but it did not have strong destructive power, so it could be used by people.
"Of course, a gust of wind alone can't move the millstones. We need to collect a lot of wind. With the help of the principle of leverage, we can definitely build a wind mill. Once the wind mill is built, not only will it grind very fast, but as long as the wind is still there, it can run day and night. In this way, we can definitely grind the food needed by 100,000 troops in the shortest time possible," Meton said excitedly.
"That's great!" Su Dingfang was overjoyed. He'd originally come to beg the Mo Clan's son with the attitude of giving it a try. He hadn't expected that the Mo Clan's son wouldn't disappoint him and had actually thought of such a brilliant move.
"Zhang Mu!" Meton roared.
Zhang Mu, who had been listening excitedly on the side, suddenly answered, "Yes, Young Master!"
"I'll leave the task of building the wind mill to you!" Meton said solemnly.
Zhang Mu said boldly, "I won't let you down, Young Master!"
Ever since Meton proposed the idea of the Mo Jiazi Clan to transform the power of heaven and earth into something that could be used by humans in the exhibition, almost all the disciples of Mo Jiazi Clan were amazed by it. They were even amazed by the so-called dam plan. However, no one had expected that the first thing that the Mo Clan realized was wind power. More importantly, it was the wind mill that Zhang Mu made that verified the future concept of the Mo Clan. How could Zhang Mu not be excited?
At the moment, Zhang Mu did not stop. He led a group of military craftsmen to work through the night. The wind mill was hard to come by, not a machine. With Meton's guidance, he would definitely be able to build the wind mill at the fastest speed.
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Xin Yaoer hurried over and reported to Hou Junji with a joyful expression, "Reporting to General, the Hundred Mile Snow Trail has been opened outside the Jade Gate Pass!"
With 100,000 troops in hand, Hou Junji was now standing at the peak of power. Since he had decided to go to war in advance, the war machine of the Tang dynasty was immediately activated as soon as he gave the order.
A large number of soldiers immediately went out of the pass and began to cut the ice to open the road, preparing for the army's westward expedition in advance.
"Hundred Mile Snow Trail!" Hou Junji frowned and said, "It's not enough. It's far from enough. At least 300 miles of snow trail should be opened."
Outside the Jade Gate Pass, there were only a few dirt roads. Not far from the Jade Gate Pass was the boundless Gobi Desert. They could take advantage of the fact that the snow had yet to melt. Although the snow was rather heavy, this amount of moisture was like a drop in the bucket for the vast Gobi Desert. It would melt very quickly.
"Yes! I will do my best. I will definitely open 300 miles of snow trail before we set out, "Xin Yaoer promised.
"Good!" Hou Junji nodded with satisfaction. Although Xin Yaoer was ignorant and incompetent, and Hou Junji had sent him to the military academy, he was still loyal to Hou Junji and carried out his orders to the letter. He was Hou Junji's right-hand man. This time, Hou Junji had brought him with him for the westward expedition.
"By the way, the westward expedition is about to open. Have the winter hats and rations been prepared?" Although the news of Merton's hat had already spread, Hou Junji did not want to raise Mo Jiazi's prestige, so he usually referred to him as the winter hat.
Xin Yaoer frowned and said, "A batch of winter hats and rations has already arrived. According to my estimation, the winter hats should be ready before the expedition, but the rations …"
"What's wrong with the rations? Is this batch of rations not good enough?" Hou Junji couldn't help but feel elated. When he gave Su Dingfang the order, he knew that Su Dingfang wouldn't be able to carry it out. When the time came, he would have to properly deal with this junior brother of his.
Xin Yaoer said with slight hatred, "General, it's not that this batch of rations is not good enough. It's just that it's too good!"
"The rations are too good?" Hou Junji could not help but raise his eyebrows and ask in surprise.
Xin Yaoer gritted his teeth and said, "General, you may not know this, but this batch of rations is not ordinary rations. It's canned meat produced by the Village Mo. It's very expensive. What do you think of this batch of rations?"
"Good, good, it's indeed very good. This way, my 100,000 soldiers will have a good meal. I see that this junior of mine is indeed capable. No wonder Master Li thinks highly of him!" Hou Junji laughed heartily, but his heart was cold. The rations that Su Dingfang delivered were canned meat produced by the Village Mo. This meant that the two people that he hated had once again joined forces.
However, he was enjoying the fruits of Su Dingfang's labor. Firstly, he could use this batch of canned meat to buy the hearts of his soldiers. Secondly, he wanted to see how much wealth Mo Jiazi had to be able to support 100,000 soldiers to eat canned meat.
Xin Yaoer snorted and said, "General, you may not know this, but this batch of canned meat can certainly make up for a batch of rations. However, for an army of 100,000 soldiers, it's just a drop in the ocean. After that, the production of rations is progressing very slowly. At this rate, Su Dingfang will not be able to complete the important task of producing rations for 100,000 soldiers."
Hou Junji couldn't help but feel pleased with himself. The current situation was most advantageous to him. On the one hand, the existing rations were enough for the army to march ahead. On the other hand, Su Dingfang was destined to not be able to complete the task.
However, the cheers outside made him frown. Even though the wind was howling, the cheers still reached his ears clearly. It was obvious how big the commotion outside was. To Hou Junji, who was extremely strict with his troops, this was something that he couldn't tolerate.
"What's going on?" Hou Junji shouted. Ignoring the northwest wind, Hou Junji took the lead to walk out of the central tent. This was the most praiseworthy trait of Hou Junji. Although he was arrogant, he was even more courageous.
"General, the sound came from the northern wall of Jade Gate Pass." Xin Yaoer searched for the source of the sound.
"Let's go!" Hou Junji's face darkened. He mounted his horse and headed for the northern wall.
When the two arrived at the northern wall of Jade Gate Pass, they discovered that Xue Wanjun, Niu Jinda, and the other generals were all there. Moreover, the people he hated the most, Mo Jiazi and Su Dingfang, were also there.
"Greetings, General!" Everyone saluted when they saw Hou Junji arrive.
"What's going on here? Why are there soldiers making a racket? "Hou Junji shouted coldly.
Xue Wanjun lowered his head and said, "General, you'll know when you look outside the walls."
Hou Junji immediately climbed up the steps and the generals made a path for him. Hou Junji walked to the northern wall and saw a group of military craftsmen gathered around a large frame. The three large fan blades on the frame were particularly eye-catching. Under the strong northwest wind, the fan blades spun rapidly. Everyone on the wall could faintly hear the whistling of the fan blades as they cut through the air.
What surprised everyone even more was that under the fan blades' rotation, a millstone under the frame spun rapidly. It was many times faster than a horse pulling a millstone.
"This is …" Hou Junji said in a daze.
Su Dingfang revealed a hint of pride and said, "I wonder if General has heard of Merton's concept of transforming the world's energy for human use? This is Merton's newest ink technique, Wind Millstone. It doesn't require human labor to grind the surface, and its speed is ten times faster."
Hou Junji's expression couldn't help but turn gloomy. He naturally wanted to know why Mo Jiazi had repeatedly delayed the western expedition for the sake of an ink technique exhibition. The moment the exhibition ended, everything related to it had already reached his ears.
"Transforming the world's energy for human use!" Hou Junji, who didn't like to read, naturally snorted disdainfully at the school of Mohism. However, when he saw that no one pulled the millstone, the wind alone could make it move quickly. Such a miraculous thing left even him amazed.
However, what made him angry was that the Mohist's newest theory, the Mohist Technique, had ruined his plans. With this Windmill, Su Dingfang would be able to easily produce rations for a hundred thousand soldiers.
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