Chapter 1050

When they entered the venue, they saw that the whole venue was full of seats, enough to accommodate thousands of people. It can be seen how powerful the influence of ink technology exhibition is.

The arrival of Deng Ling's family only gave everyone a sideways look, while a young man came with a wheelchair, which aroused the cheers of the whole audience.

"Li Zu and others!"

"Contemporary Boya period!"

Li Yun and Zu Mingjun worked together to build the Weishui bridge, which has long been a good story in Chang'an city. Now they came together and immediately everyone gave them the warmest applause..

"I've seen martial Uncle Li!" when Li Yun's wheelchair passed in front of Deng Ling's vein, Deng long and others consciously got up and saluted. They had heard about the martial uncle's deeds for a long time. They just saw the martial uncle's masterpiece yesterday and couldn't help paying tribute.

Li Yun nodded slightly and said, "it's the first reunion of the three veins of Mohism in a thousand years. It's really gratifying!"

"What martial uncle said is very!" Deng long said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

After the Mohists were seated, many people couldn't help thinking more about the eyes of the Mohists. It is rumored that the Mohists are ready to take this opportunity to unify the three veins. It seems that this matter is not groundless.

However, the arrival of another team of people surprised everyone. The leader was the famous Gongshu Hong in Chang'an city. Behind him was the rising star of the industry, Gongshu Hao.

"Public losers are also invited."

"What's the matter with the Mohist school? If you want to unify the industry, you have too much appetite!"

Everyone was in an uproar, talking and guessing.

The other hundred people have a heavy face. The strength of a Mojia village is strong enough. If we let the Mojia son unify the industry, it will be OK.

Historian Yan shigu couldn't help shaking his head and said with a wry smile, "the Mohist school invited me to come. Did he want me to record this moment in the annals of history?"

It has to be said that if the Mohists take this opportunity, whether it is unified Mohism and unified industry, it will be a heavy color in the history books.

Although Yan shigu was dissatisfied, he still dutifully prepared paper and pen to record this historical moment.

"Dong!"

With the sound of a drum, a proud figure slowly appeared in the center of the ink technology exhibition, even if there was no future searchlight, but people were the focus of the audience.

"Mojiazi!"

Deng long and others were shocked and blurted out.

"You are welcome to visit this ink art exhibition. It's a great honor to represent the Mojia village in xiamerton." Merton looked around and said loudly.

In an instant, the audience applauded and the ink technology exhibition officially began.

"The Mohist ink art exhibition has been established for several times, and countless ink skills emerge every year. Maybe someone will ask, I also want to study ink technology. I don't have to worry about eating and drinking with patents, but I don't know where to start." Merton faced the people and stood up.

Many people burst into laughter. The continuous ink skills of Mohists really moved them. However, when they wanted to study ink skills, they were confused and had no way to start.

Deng long could not help feeling his head in embarrassment. Merton almost talked about his heart. As the eldest martial brother of Deng Ling's family, he watched the other two veins rise. Naturally, he also wanted to study the world-famous ink technology and revitalize Deng Ling's family. He used to think hard and specialize in ink technology, but so far he has no clue.

Merton said, "the so-called ink technology comes from life but serves life. What is life is just food, clothing, housing and transportation. Today's first ink technology is related to eating."

"It has something to do with eating. Is it because of the delicious food like cake? When did my Mohist family become a cook?" Xiao Dengkui snorted coldly.

Deng long shook his head and said, "look at it first. The Mohist school can't be underestimated."

With a wave of Merton's hand, a beautiful figure pushing a table with a pulley appeared in the sight of everyone.

"Elder martial sister of the Mohist school!" a shout came from the crowd. She was Wu Meiniang, the first disciple of the Mohist school.

"Wu Meiniang!" Xiao Dengkui snorted coldly.

Wu Meiniang walked slowly to the front desk and respectfully showed everyone the courtesy of a woman in the boudoir. She was simply an image of a lady in a big family, completely without the previous domineering spirit.

Merton arched around and said, "this is a disciple of Mo, Mei Niang. I think everyone knows it."

Many Chang'an people smiled happily. The name of the eldest martial sister of the Mohist school is famous in Chang'an city.

"Meiniang is impeccable in ink skills. She forgets to eat and sleep. Even the men in Mojia village can't match." Merton praised.

"Thank you, master!" Wu Meiniang said with a naughty smile.

As soon as Merton's words turned, she said helplessly: "however, no one is perfect. Meiniang has always been obsessed with ink technology, but she has never cooked once and never worked as a female worker. Naturally, someone in the Mohist school will take care of it. If she gets married in the future, I'm afraid it's against women's morality and will not be welcomed."

When Wu Meiniang heard the speech, she couldn't help Xiafei's cheeks and covered her face with shame.

Everyone laughed loudly and could see the shy but rare miracle of the powerful senior sister of the Mohist school.

"So as a master, I've been working hard all day and night, and finally made a set of machinery with ink skills, so that my apprentice won't even be able to cook after he gets married." Merton laughed.

Many people smiled and naturally knew that Merton was joking. Wu Meiniang, the eldest martial sister of the Mohist school, has many patents. Only the silver mirror that sells well in Datang brings her a lot of benefits every year. I'm afraid not many people present are worth more than Wu Meiniang.

Before Wu Meiniang came onto the stage, she stretched out her hand to lift the red silk on the machine. She saw a machine the size of a foot square on the strip table, and a round wheel with a rocker connected to two iron bars. The structure was very simple.

"As far as I know, ordinary women need to roll noodles with a huge rolling pin and then cut them with a knife. The noodles made by skilled women are thin and delicious. The fish aunt of Mo mansion is one of the best." Merton Lang said.

Aunt fish under the stand was surprised to hear the young master mention herself.

"The noodles cut by women with poor skills are thick and thick, and their fingers are not protected." everyone nodded one after another. It is well known that many women who are new to cooking cut their fingers.

"The machine in front of the apprentice is a special machine for pressing noodles. Even people who have never cooked can easily control it. They can make standard noodles with a thickness of no less than one millimetre, which is not inferior to the best cook, and the speed is several times faster than rolling noodles." Murton Lang said.

"Noodle press!" everyone was stunned. They didn't expect that what Mozi solemnly introduced was such a useful machine.

Wu Meiniang, who had never cooked a meal, kept shaking the disc handle in one hand and putting noodles in the other hand. After a while, a plate of fresh noodles was made in full view of the public.

Merton heavily loosened his airway: "I'm relieved at last."

Wu Meiniang was so angry that she turned around and ignored the master.

Merton picked up the freshly baked noodles and said loudly to the people: "the little apprentice is only one person. Naturally, he can eat with a little noodles. However, as far as Mo knows, many families live together with large families. The women who are responsible for cooking often work from morning to night and don't stop for a moment. With this machine, one person is enough to supply dozens of families with hundreds of people to eat noodles."

As soon as Merton's voice fell, many people couldn't help but brighten their eyes. As Merton said, most of Datang live together in large families and have a large population. I'm afraid this noodle pressing machine is so convenient, which is the gospel of the cook!

"It's convenient, safe, time-saving, labor-saving and durable. This is ink technology. Mo believes that within ten years, the people of the Tang Dynasty north of the Yangtze River must have a noodle press." Merton vowed.

Many merchants have bright eyes. There are millions of households in Datang, north of the Yangtze River. If every household needs one, it is millions of noodle pressing machines. What a huge business it will be.

"Why is it north of the Yangtze River? Could it be that the Mohists still hate Jiangnan and are unwilling to sell the noodle press to Jiangnan?" Xiao Dengkui said angrily.

Deng long said faintly: "there are many noodles in the north of the Yangtze River. There is no need to use this noodle machine to eat rice in the south of the Yangtze River."

Xiao Dengkui couldn't help but look angry and couldn't speak.

But Deng long couldn't help thinking. Looking at the simple noodle press, it has a huge prospect of millions of sets. Only when the world needs it urgently, the world can repay you thousands of times.