Teaching at the Official School, Research at Mohist Pavilion; the New City's Fertile Fields Bring Peace to the People

On the training grounds, the boys gripped wooden swords and practiced hacking and thrusting, their shouts shaking the sky.

In the classroom, the teacher held bamboo slips and explained Qin Law and the art of war. The students bent over their desks, writing furiously, while the scent of ink mingled with the scrape of bamboo slips.

There were even Mohist Officials who came to teach them to recognize simple mechanism blueprints. The children gathered around, pointing at the gears on the plans and whispering, "If this one turns, will that one move too?"

As more children of the immigrants arrived, the clear sound of lessons at the Blood-Clad Official School gradually became the loveliest sound in Wu'an City each morning.

The Mohist Pavilion Academy was just as lively as the Blood-Clad Official School.

Young craftsmen from all over Qin State gathered there, carrying toolboxes and harboring a longing for Mechanism Arts.

The academy was lined with workshops. In one, craftsmen gathered around a newly built "steam-powered water pump," using small hammers to adjust its parts as steam hissed from copper pipes.

Others crouched on the ground with blueprints drawn by Mohist Officials, arguing over the ratios between the gears' teeth. Every so often, they picked up wooden blocks to demonstrate.

Still others were trying to improve the looms. Pulled along by the new mechanisms, the threads darted across the cloth, weaving more than ten times faster than on traditional looms.

Sweat beaded on the craftsmen's brows, but their faces brimmed with excitement and their eyes shone.

Many of them had once been limited by their skills: they had ideas, but no way to bring them to life. Now, under the Mohist Officials' guidance, they were learning more refined metalworking and carpentry, and encountering novel things like "steam" and "gears."

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