To the First Emperor of Qin: The state has decreed this!

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A young Mohist genius frowned and suggested in a whimsical way, "Do you think we could use something else powerful to replace human legs?"

For example…gunpowder? If you stuff gunpowder into an iron tube and ignite it, could the terrifying force of the explosion power enough to power a machine tool?

"Hiss! Are you out of your mind?! Gunpowder is so violent, it'll blow the machine tool to smithereens along with us!"

Just as everyone was arguing, Zhang Fan strode into the hall.

The noise stopped abruptly, and everyone bowed respectfully.

Without any further pleasantries, Zhang Fan directly distributed the thick stack of blueprints for "Steam Locomotives" and "Steel Ball Bearings".

"Gentlemen, take a look at this."

The Mohist disciples carefully took the blueprints, and after only a few glances, the entire main hall gasped, followed by an uncontrollable murmur of shock.

"What...what an enormous mechanism is this?"

"Made entirely of high-quality steel? This iron furnace, the size of a house, and all those densely packed gears and connecting rods... My God, such complex machinery exists in this world!"

Mo Feng stared at the assembly drawings, his hands trembling slightly.

The more he looked at it, the more his brows furrowed. Finally, he couldn't help but raise his head and ask with a worried expression, "Master, this iron lumps of a carriage on the blueprint... if it were actually built, it would probably weigh tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of kilograms!"

Such terrifying weight—let alone a few horses, even a hundred of the most magnificent and spirited steeds—would probably not be able to pull it an inch!

Hearing this, Zhang Fan's lips curled into a slight smile: "Who told you this carriage needs to be pulled by horses?"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with confusion, and whispers arose once more.

"No horses? How will it move?"

The young disciple who had just entertained such a wild idea exclaimed excitedly, "Immortal Master! Are you really planning to use gunpowder? To fill it with a large amount of gunpowder and use the explosive force to propel it forward?"

"If it's gunpowder, then it certainly has immense destructive power!"

Everyone agreed, though they felt it was dangerous, it seemed to be the only way to move the steel behemoth.

"wrong!"

Zhang Fan shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the pairs of eager eyes, and slowly uttered a single word: "It's water!"

"water?"

These two words were spoken.

There was a moment of deathly silence in the main hall, followed by gasps of surprise from the crowd.

"Water? How is that possible!"

"Immortal Master, water is inherently gentle and flows downhill. How could it possibly move tens of thousands of pounds of steel?"

Although everyone revered Zhang Fan like a god, they also began to have doubts in their hearts.

Mo Feng, his face filled with bewilderment and shock, stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Immortal Master, it's not that we dare to doubt the wondrous methods of the immortals, it's just that..."

Using a pool of water to pull a steel behemoth is beyond our comprehension. Could it really possibly be started?

Zhang Fan didn't speak, but instead beckoned to the guards outside the door: "Bring in a clay stove! And bring in an iron pot full of water, and put the lid on!"

The guards worked quickly and efficiently, and in a short while they lit a charcoal stove in the center of the main hall and placed a pot of water on it.

All the Mohist disciples stared wide-eyed, held their breath, and stared intently at the ordinary-looking iron pot, not daring to breathe loudly.

As time went on, the fire burned brighter and brighter.

Before long, the water in the iron pot began to boil.

"Gurgle gurgle..."

Then, something shocking happened!

As a large amount of white steam was produced inside the iron pot, the lid of the pot began to shake violently and uncontrollably!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The pot lid was repeatedly lifted!

Zhang Fan pointed to the constantly bouncing pot lid and said, "See? When water boils and turns into steam, if you seal it in a sealed container, the outward expansion force of that steam is the power source!"

"Enlarge this pot ten thousand times and turn it into a boiler made of high-quality steel! Turn this throbbing lid into a connecting rod that drives wheels!"

Zhang Fan's eyes shone brightly as he proudly declared, "As long as the furnace fire doesn't go out and the boiling water doesn't stop, this steam power will tirelessly propel this 100,000-pound steel behemoth, running day and night, covering a thousand miles a day!"

That's all!

Zhang Fan's explanation was like a sudden awakening!

"Good heavens... So that's how it is! It was the power of water vapor!"

Mo Feng was incredibly excited. "Using the softest water to move the hardest iron! What incredible power! What exquisite craftsmanship!"

"We light fires and boil water every day, watching the pot lids being lifted up, yet we never imagined that such power was contained within it!"

"The Immortal Master is truly a celestial being! We are utterly clueless!"

The Mohist disciples blushed and trembled with shock.

The frenzied atmosphere in the main hall lingered for a long time.

Zhang Fan struck while the iron was hot, immediately spreading out the blueprints and quickly finalizing the division of labor for each experiment with Mo Feng.

"Mo Feng, you personally lead a group of your most skilled craftsmen to specialize in this simplified version of the [ball bearing] and the axle for the four-wheeled carriage. You must produce a sample for me within three days!"

"As for the rest of the people, disassemble the steam train blueprints into parts! Assign specific tasks to each individual: who will be responsible for grinding the gears, who will forge the high-pressure boiler, and who will assemble the cylinders! First, build a miniature model to test its airtightness!"

Under Zhang Fan's swift and decisive arrangements, the Mohist disciples immediately sprang into action like finely wound gears.

After explaining everything, Zhang Fan dragged his slightly tired body back to his bedroom to rest.

As evening approached, the last rays of the setting sun shone through the window and into the room.

Zhang Fan lay sprawled on the soft bed, comfortably taking out his phone and scrolling through Douyin (TikTok).

After swiping a few times, a live stream with a unique style suddenly popped up on the screen.

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Zhang Fan was amused. He opened the comments section and saw that the barrage of comments was full of talented people, making him burst out laughing.

The streamer wasn't lying; it was all true! He didn't tell any falsehoods!

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Seeing these hilarious comments, Zhang Fan couldn't help but burst out laughing, rolling around on the bed with glee.

However, he did not notice that the bedroom door had been gently pushed open at some point.

Ying Zheng, dressed in a black casual robe, stepped into the house.