On this day, the atmosphere in Xianyang was solemn.
The King of Qin personally sent General Li Xin off and bestowed him with a sword, wishing him a triumphant return!
"General Li will be victorious, Great Qin will be victorious!”
"Great Qin wins ten thousand times, Great King ten thousand years!"
The shouts from outside the city were transmitted into the city, causing Qin Feng's ears to buzz.
"The morale of the Qin people is indeed the highest among the seven kingdoms!!”
Qin Feng leaned against the doorpost and sighed.
"It's a pity that it's useless to rely on morale in a war. It's more important to pay attention to tactics and strategies!”
"Needless to say, there are only 200,000 people…With fewer people fighting more, how can they not lose?”
The course of history had not changed, and Li Xin still went to war.
However, this has nothing to do with Qin Feng anymore. Because he has already exempted his expenses, he can now do business in Xianyang in peace…
After the expedition ceremony, the atmosphere in Xianyang relaxed, and the number of pedestrians on the streets began to increase.
Just as Qin Feng was about to return to the shop, he saw a few beggars wearing coarse linen clothes and tattered straw shoes walking up quickly.
"May I ask if you are shop owner Qin Feng?”
The leader asked earnestly.
Qin Feng sized them up with a strange expression. He nodded and casually said,
"I am."
"Why are you looking for me? Do you want my charity?"
From his point of view, these people were most likely beggars who came to ask the shop owner for help.
He had met many people like this. When he was in a good mood, he would give a little charity. When he was in a bad mood, he would leave in a huff.
However, he had never seen a group of beggars.
In this day and age, even beggars came to visit in groups?
"You!"
Among the beggars, a burly man revealed an angry expression as if he had been insulted!
The leader hurriedly comforted him for a while before revealing a bitter smile. He cupped his hands towards Qin Feng and sincerely said,
"We are not beggars, we are practitioners of the Way of Mo.”
"The Mohist school has a rule that when a Mohist goes out, he must wear coarse linen clothes and wear straw sandals. He must walk the world in a simple manner and support the weak and resist the strong.”
When Qin Feng heard this, he finally understood!
A disciple of the Mo family!
No wonder…among the Hundred Schools of Philosophy, the Mohists had always played the role of ascetics. Their shabby clothes were their characteristic.
Those who didn't know better would really think that they were beggars!
"So it's a Mo practitioner. I misspoke.”
Qin Feng cupped his hands and asked.
"Why are you looking for me, Qin Feng?”
He was still puzzled…He didn't seem to have any interactions with the Mo Family, right?
"It's like this. The current generation of the Mo Family's giant, Gong Qiao Zi Yunlin, passed away three months ago.”
The leader of the Mo cultivators sighed,
"Before he died, Master Yun Lin said his last words. He had a personal disciple named Qin Feng who ran a small business in Xianyang.”
"If our lives are difficult, we can come to Xianyang.”
Qin Feng's heart jolts.
Cloud Forest?
This name was very familiar!
Thoughts began to churn in his mind as he flipped through the memories of the previous owner. Suddenly, he remembered…
The distant relative "Zhongfu" who settled him down seemed to be called Yun Lin!
For a moment, that dusty memory surged, allowing him to obtain a lot of information!
When he was young, he had followed Yun Lin to travel around the world. He even remembered that Yun Lin had taught him some basic carpentry! It was even a trap technique!
However, the previous master was not interested in the art of mechanics, so Yun Lin did not force him to learn it. He only taught him some basic skills.
After that, Yun Lin seemed to have received an invitation from someone and came to the State of Qin. After settling him down in Xianyang, he turned around and left, his whereabouts unknown.
Just like that, after a while, the original Qin Feng was possessed…
"Has Sir Qin Feng forgotten about Master Yun Lin?”
When the leader of the Mo cultivators saw Qin Feng's strange expression, he said with slight disappointment,
"If there is no connection, then we have found the wrong person.”
"Farewell!"
With that, he was about to leave with his men.
From his point of view, Qin Feng was hesitant after seeing his group of "beggars" seeking refuge.
Since that was the case, even if she really joined his sect, she would probably not have an easy time living under someone else's roof.
It was better to leave and find another way to make a living!
"Humph! Master Yun Lin has met a bad person!"
The tall and sturdy Mo practitioner sneered and turned to leave!
"Wait!"
Qin Feng broke free from his thoughts and called out to them.
"Hmm?"
The ink practitioners stopped and turned around.
"Please come in!"
Qin Feng smiled and invited,
"Since you are Zhongfu's disciple, you are naturally my friend.”
"Xianyang has strict laws. It's too dangerous for you to wander outside! You can settle down with me first!"
He was quite interested in the Mo Family.
After all, this was a school that focused on practice. Moreover, their hands-on ability was very strong, and the craftsmanship they made was also very spiritual.
It was definitely not a bad thing to have a group of Mohist practitioners by his side!
Perhaps he could rely on them to invent paper making, movable type printing, and so on!
"…Alright!"
The leader of the Mo cultivators relaxed his brows and said excitedly,
"May I ask if Sir Qin Feng has anything to eat? We're starving!"
He rubbed his shriveled stomach and exchanged glances with his fellow disciples. They all smiled bitterly and did not say anything.
They, who had traveled a long distance, really did not get off work after eating their last meal. They were miserable!
Luckily…Master Yun Lin was right. Qin Feng could indeed join him!
"Yes, I have all of them!"
Qin Feng smiled and greeted.
"Come in! I'll cook for you!"
……
After a while, a big bowl of steaming bacon noodles was served.
"Come, this is my unique dish--”
Qin Feng pushed the big bowl onto the table and said with a smile,
"You guys share it! If it's not enough, there's more in the pot!"
When the practitioners of the School of Mo smelled the fragrance, their eyes were about to glow with green light!
Especially the burly man, he was drooling.
The rumbling of his stomach was incessant.
"Then…we won't stand on ceremony!”
The leader of the Mo practitioners chuckled and quickly said,
"Come, split!"
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
In the blink of an eye, the big bowl of noodles had already been cleanly divided, not even leaving behind the soup base!
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
The sound of noodles being chewed could be heard in the room.
"Delicious! Delicious!"
"What kind of food is this? Xianyang's specialty? I've never eaten such delicious food!”
"I still want to eat…"
The few senior and junior brothers chewed on the noodles while dancing and praising him.
Anyone who ate it would be addicted to the taste, including Qin Wang! Not to mention these 'beggar-like' hungry ink practitioners?
Qin Feng says smilingly:
"It's not the specialty of Xianyang, but the specialty of our restaurant.”
"You guys are in luck."
"If it were anywhere else, you definitely wouldn't be able to eat these!”
"Senior Brothers and Junior Brothers, eat as much as you want until you're full! Enough!"
These words were quite heroic. Coupled with the taste of it, it made the hearts of the Mo practitioners warm. Even their impression of Qin Feng soared by several levels!
Especially the burly man, who had been rude just now. Now, he was just eating his noodles and laughing foolishly.
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