"Five years!"
"Do you know how I've spent the past five years?"
Li Yun looked at the majestic Wei River Bridge in front of him and couldn't help but feel proud. After five years, he had finally completed this miraculous bridge.
Although these five years had been very difficult, so much so that he had almost been paralyzed, he had never regretted it. Moreover, as he watched the bridge being built bit by bit, he had lived each day to the fullest, filled with fighting spirit.
"Reporting to Young Master, the Wei River Bridge has been inspected and can be officially opened to traffic." A descendant of the Xiangfu Clan found it difficult to conceal his joy. Li Yun had not only used five years to build the Wei River Bridge, but all the descendants of the Xiangfu Clan had also used up five years of their youth. Now, the Xiangfu Clan's moment of glory had finally arrived.
When Li Yun heard this good news, even though he had built the bridge with his own hands, he couldn't help but smile. He looked at the majestic Wei River Bridge and then back at the straight road leading from the bridgehead to Chang 'an. From now on, the main artery in the north of Chang' an would be completely opened, and there would be no more obstacles to travel north from Chang 'an.
More importantly, with the Wei River Bridge, the Xiangfu Clan finally had some achievements to show, enough to be on equal footing with the Mo Clan. The Mo Clan would no longer be the only clan among the three branches of the Mo Clan.
"Let's report this to His Majesty!" Li Yun loudly said. The Wei River Bridge had attracted the attention of the world, and now that it had been completed, they naturally had to report this to His Majesty as soon as possible.
"Yes!" the descendant of the Xiangfu Clan replied.
Soon, a horse galloped into Chang 'an, and the entire city was soon in an uproar.
"The Wei River Bridge has been completed. The opening ceremony will be held soon." Everyone in Chang 'an excitedly ran around to spread the news.
Almost everyone in Chang 'an was paying attention to the Wei River Bridge. Many people even went to the distance to look at the towering bridge piers and the thick steel cables that could be clearly seen even from a great distance.
Since the Xiangfu Clan had informed His Majesty, they naturally did not forget to inform Tian Qiong.
"It's completed!"
In the Mo Family's encampment, Tian Qiong couldn't help but cry when he heard the news. He had been working hard to revive the Mo Family, but he had no way to do it. However, the younger generation had accomplished what the older generation had failed to do, and it was truly renowned.
The current Wei River Bridge was only the beginning. There were many rivers wider than the Wei River in the world. When the time came, they would all need bridges. From then on, the Xiangfu family would truly rise.
Tian Qiong wiped away his tears and shouted, "Men, immediately publish a special issue of the Mo Magazine to report on the matter of the Wei River Bridge. Also, distribute this special issue to the world." This time, he wanted to make the Xiangfu Clan famous.
"Yes, Chief Editor!" Mochi replied.
The entire Mo Magazine immediately worked overtime to print the special issue. Once it was printed, it was immediately sent to every household in Chang 'an without any delay.
It wasn't just the Mohist Journal. Even the Confucian Journal, which was at odds with the Mohist Journal, did not hesitate to follow the trend and publish a special issue. The completion of the Wei River Bridge was no longer a dispute between the Mohist and the Confucian Journal, but a good thing that benefited both the country and the people. The Confucian Journal had always boasted that the world was for the common good, so they naturally would not ruin their own reputation.
Even the courier station followed the trend and published stamps with the Wei River Bridge as a souvenir.
The Wei River Bridge was destined to leave its name in the history books and become the landmark of Chang 'an. One could imagine that once it was released, countless people would definitely collect it. One had to know that the first batch of stamps from the Hundred Schools of Thought had already increased in value by dozens of times. If nothing unexpected happened, the stamps of the Wei River Bridge would also increase in value. Naturally, stamp collectors in the world would not miss this opportunity.
With the release of two issues and one courier station, the news of the opening of the Wei River Bridge spread throughout the Tang dynasty at the fastest speed.
At this moment! The Wei River Bridge and the Xiangfu Clan of the Mohist Journal became the most dazzling stars of the Tang dynasty. Everyone was looking forward to the opening of the Wei River Bridge.
Three days later, the opening ceremony of the Wei River Bridge was officially held. The streets of Chang 'an were empty as they flocked to the Wei River Bridge in the north of Chang' an.
Outside the Wei River Bridge, a huge opening ceremony was already prepared. Although Li Yun did not want to make a big fuss, when he heard that His Majesty was about to visit the Wei River Bridge, he had no choice but to make a big fuss.
"Congratulations, Brother Li!" The new Chancellor of the Imperial College, Meton, stepped out of the carriage and cupped his hands to congratulate Li Yun.
Li Yun hurriedly returned the salute and said, "Thank you for your help, Brother Mo."
The success of the Wei River Bridge was mainly due to the idea of suspension bridge proposed by Meton and the new materials of steel and cement from the Mohist Journal's village. Otherwise, even if he had the ability to change the world, he would not be able to make bricks without straw.
Meton laughed and said, "Red flowers, white lotus roots, and green lotus leaves, the three branches were originally one family. The three branches of the Mohist Journal are originally both competitive and cooperative. They are all fighting for the revival of the Mohist Journal."
Red flowers, white lotus roots, and green lotus leaves, the three branches were originally one family. This was the original sentence in the Investiture of the Gods, written in the Ming Dynasty. Meton naturally applied it to the three branches of the Mohist Journal, which was also very appropriate.
Li Yun could not help but sigh. Among the three branches of the Mohist Journal, the Mohist Journal's village was probably the white lotus, which constantly provided nutrients for the red flowers and green lotus leaves. This allowed the Xiangfu Journal's branch to bloom the most beautiful lotus flowers, and also allowed the Dengling Journal's green lotus leaves to spread all over Jiangnan.
It was shameful to say that both the Dengling Journal's and the Xiangfu Journal's branches were hostile towards Mo Jiazi. However, Meton probably always insisted on the idea of the red flowers, white lotus roots, and green lotus leaves, and the three branches were originally one family. He supported and supported the other two branches, which led to the revival of the three branches of the Mohist Journal today.
"Merton is indeed a man of great wisdom. He actually used the lotus to describe the three branches of the Mohist Journal. Although the three branches are separated, the relationship between the Mohist Journal and the Mohist Journal is still there. They are inextricably linked." Li Chunfeng gave a Daoist name and walked over.
"Greetings, Daoist Li." Meton and Li Yun greeted him.
"Even immortals would find it difficult to build such a Wei River Bridge, but the Xiangfu Journal's branch did it with manpower. This humble Daoist is truly impressed. This bridge is probably unprecedented and will never be replicated." Daoist Li sighed emotionally.
"Daoist Li, you are wrong. This bridge is only the beginning. In the future, the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers will be built with even wider and longer bridges. However, this bridge is destined to go down in history."
A loud voice rang out. It was Yan Shigu from the Shi Family. The Wei River Bridge was the end of the old bridge and the beginning of a new one. How could he miss such an important event?
"Brother Li, Brother Mo!" Zu Mingjun from the School of Mathematics also slowly arrived. Ever since Li Yun stood up during the exhibition of Mohist techniques and the construction of the Wei River Bridge was nearing its end, Zu Mingjun returned to the Headmaster Academy and gave all the glory and credit to Li Yun.
"Brother Zu!" Li Yun said excitedly. Although Zu Mingjun had left, the friendship between the two of them would forever be engraved on the Wei River Bridge.
Although no important figures from the other Hundred Schools had come, they still paid much attention to the Wei River Bridge.
"The Xiangfu Journal of the Mohist Journal!"
The Hundred Schools of Philosophers couldn't help but sigh. The Mohist Village was already enough to suppress the Hundred Schools of Philosophers. Now, the Xiangfu Journal of the Mohist Journal had risen. Everyone knew that there were many places in the world that needed to be built. The rise of the Xiangfu Journal was unstoppable. This made the revival of the Mohist Journal even more difficult.
Not to mention, the Dengling Journal had the momentum of monopolizing the development of Jiangnan. Its scale of power was also gradually rising. The revival of the Mohist Journal was destined.
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