Stubborn Mouth Still Clings to Mo Gui's Name, Wu'an's Prosperous Populace Knocks on the Heart's Door

Rong Jian turned to look toward the corner of the workshop, his cheeks drawn tight and his lips pressed into a straight line. He stubbornly refused to answer.

There was no way to answer that.

After all, he himself had now joined the Mohist Pavilion.

Not just him—even Fu Zhi, the Giant of the generation before last, had been forcibly enrolled in the Mohist Pavilion. At this moment, he sat atop the stone platform in the center of the pavilion, his eyes tightly shut. He neither ate nor drank, nor spoke a single word.

An air of deathly stillness hung around him, making him look like a statue drained of all life.

Seeing his master being so stubborn, Xiangli Qin let out a soft sigh. He stepped half a pace closer, lowering his voice further, though his tone was brimming with earnestness.

"Master, you always said that the original aspiration of our Mohist School is 'universal love and opposition to war'—that we should use Mechanism Arts to benefit the common people.

"But think about it: relying on Mechanism City's technology alone, even if we worked ourselves to the bone for an entire year, the farm tools and mechanisms we made might not match even a few Field Irrigation Machines here."

He pointed toward the machinery in the distance. "And there are more than just Field Irrigation Machines here.

"Look at that Ramming Machine—it can level half a mu of land in the time it takes to burn one stick of incense.

"The Canal Digger can excavate three li of canal in a single day.

"And there's the Dredger. It clears silt from rivers faster than twenty strong laborers.

"With these machines alone, in just a few short months, the once shabby little city of Wu'an has become the flourishing mighty