"For now, let's use excavators as an example."
The gathered Mohists nodded like garlic being pounded: "Mm-hmm!"
Shen Tang's mouth had gone dry from speaking. A perceptive Mohist immediately brought her a cup of tea, making Gu Chi and Kang Shi frown. Although Martial Gall Warriors and Literary Scholars possessed strength and constitutions far beyond ordinary people, that did not mean poison could not kill them. Anything entering the mouth required even greater caution.
Even if these Mohists truly had spotless backgrounds.
"Excavators are mainly used for digging and transporting—that much is plain for all to see. Using them to reclaim wasteland is indeed more efficient than relying solely on human labor, but they're not suited to every situation! When someone falls ill, the medicine must match the illness; each person needs a different prescription. Fields are the same. The conditions differ from place to place. Some fields are dry, some moist, and some are strewn with gravel or tangled with roots... Are you telling me all these fields should use the same excavator to hack and smash away at them? Besides, if you want a good harvest, you need to plow deeply and cultivate carefully. The soil must be fertile, and the crops must not be prone to falling over. Can an ordinary excavator handle all that?"
Bei Jiu immediately understood by analogy.
"Does my lord mean that different fields need different prescriptions? In other words, different excavators?"
Shen Tang nodded in satisfaction. "Exactly."
Mm-mm-mm, this child can still be taught.
"We can regard the excavator we have now as a cure-all prescription, one that can treat a little of every illness. All we need to do is add targeted medicines to this prescription, amplifying one of its effects until the illness is cured as soon as the medicine