Chapter 840 What did Mr. Bai understand?

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More than ten days later, Xianyang Heming Academy.

It was already spring at this time, and the students also walked outdoors.

In fact, their courses, no matter which one they are, emphasize practical operations.

Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. This sentence was said by them, as the vice president of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Great Qin, and was still hung on the wall of the classroom.

At this time, on the empty playground in the school, several students majoring in the Mohist school were surrounding a special shape, with a small bamboo basket of ink lanterns muttering something,

"Hey, is your method OK? Can such a heavy thing fly?"

"That's right, even the teachers who taught us couldn't do it."

"Who said that the teacher can't do it, I can't do it? This is definitely possible! You all stand a little further."

One of the students said with a blushing face.

Soon, after making some preparations, he lit the ink lamp.

The thin lampshade quickly became fuller under the filling of hot air, and the entire ink lamp began to sway slowly.

All the students couldn't help staring at the ink lamp nervously, knowing that the ink lamp this time is different from the last time.

A small basket is added below. If the ink lamp can fly, that is to say, as long as the ink lamp is expanded in proportion, this thing can even fly with people!

If anyone can do it, it will be famous for the eternal period!

But this matter is very difficult, and even their Mo family teachers were unable to do it.

But they didn't notice that, not far from the playground, a group of people were watching here.

The leader was a very handsome young man, exactly, Zhao Lang, the prince of the Qin Dynasty and vice president of Heming Academy.

"Master, can this thing really take people to fly?"

Haonu looked at the students not far away and asked with some curiosity.

They had been here for a while, and their master stopped with great interest when he saw these students.

He heard that these students actually wanted to put a bamboo basket under the ink lamp and put people in it. This was simply whimsical!

Zhao Lang's face was smiling at this time, and he returned,

"cannot."

The slave nodded at this time. Since the master said that he could not, he definitely could not.

He just said, how can a person fly?

But soon Zhao Lang added,

“Not now.”

Although the ink lamps can fly now, it is another matter to make a hot air balloon that can carry people.

At least the material of the lampshade must not be made of paper, and the source of heat cannot be made of grease lamps.

This way, the lift is not enough and it is not stable, and it is very easy to cause explosions.

At this moment, a burst of exclamations came suddenly not far away.

Zhao Lang saw that the ink lamp surrounded by students not far away turned into a ball of fire.

This scene directly made the slave next to him frown and said,

"The master is too dangerous, so I should tell them to go outside to do these things."

Zhao Lang said disregardlessly at this time.

"It doesn't matter, there will be no danger in doing these things, and there is no big problem..."

Bang!

What else Zhao Lang wanted to say suddenly a loud noise came from the institution!

Then a shout sounded,

"Come and help me, Old Bai's stove exploded again!"

Hearing this, the students on the playground put down their work and went to help quickly. They had already had experience.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Lang said singly.

"Tell me about this with the Mo family that these experiments should be outside in the future, so as not to hurt people, it will be bad."

Recently, Mr. Bai didn't know what was going on, so he started cooking the big cauldron again, and he also liked to cook the big cauldron with only a small hole and almost sealed one.

It would be strange if you don't blow it up.

After that, I have more money and I am more at home, and it is time to think about building a new academy.

As he said that, Zhao Lang also walked over there. He still had to persuade Mr. Bai to stop the steam engine from being out and the people were gone.

Soon Zhao Lang arrived at the yard where the explosion had just occurred.

At this time, the entire yard was filled with steam, like a fairyland, just like a hot panic.

Old Bai sat at the door of the yard with a little dejected look. Gongshu Yin was sarcasticating beside him at this time.

"Hahaha, this is the secret technique of the Mo family you want to show me?"

"I've opened my eyes this time. At least this time, the momentum is stronger than the last time you burned the ink lamp."

"you..."

Old Bai's face turned red when he heard this, but he had no choice. This time he did fail.

Seeing Gongshu Yin, he wanted to mock him again.

Zhao Lang hurried forward and bowed.

"I've met two gentlemen."

When Zhao Lang and the others looked like teachers, they looked like teachers.

Mr. Bai even mentioned it first.

"I just got a deeper understanding of the secret technique of the Mo family and Qi Zhidao, but I didn't expect Juzi to come here."

"I can now gather my energy and hurt people! I will demonstrate to Juzi next time I have the chance."

Zhao Lang was stunned at first, then he understood.

This so-called gathering of energy hurts people. Think about the situation when he deflated his air when he used a pressure cooker in his previous life.

Of course he didn't expose it, and this was indeed a good progress.

But I didn’t expect that Mr. Bai would be like a child when encountering setbacks.

So he nodded and agreed for a while, then changed the subject.

"By the way, I'm here this time to discuss something with you."

"Now there are more and more students in the college, so we must also consider establishing new schools."

At this time, Zhao Lang directly expressed his plan in advance, thinking about finding something for the other party to do.

Old Bai also nodded. Although the place where the experiment was done was the most remote location, it was still a bit dangerous.

So back,

"I will arrange this."

Gong Shuyin, who was standing beside him, said,

"Your Highness, I heard that the Heming Academy was built by Mohist disciples. It is better to hand over this new Academy to my Gongshu."

Before Zhao Lang could reply, Mr. Bai, who was standing beside him, said deliberately with a little ridicule.

"How many people are there in your lost man now? Construction of a college is a big project."

Who knew that Gongshu Yin showed an extremely confident smile and said,

"You have secret techniques in the Mo family, will my uncle's family be gone?"

"You will be optimistic at that time. My husband loser can carry a thousand-pound huge rock with just a few small wheels!"

Mr. Bai frowned and said,

"You old guy is bragging again."

“Brave?”

Gongshuyin snorted coldly at this time, looked at the students who were trying hard to lift the cauldron in the yard, and said,

"If you ask the students to stop, I will ask a few disciples to come over. As long as a few people, I can lift the cauldron."

Seeing that the other party was so sure, Old Bai couldn't help but hesitate, and he said with a hard neck.

"I will wait and see."
To be continued...