Chapter 73:

"What did you say?" Cheng Qianye put down the scroll in his hand in surprise.
Cheng Feng explained in detail what he had seen and heard in Song State and what he had inquired about.
For Cheng Feng, regardless of the reason, he would not have any good impressions of anyone who turned away from his lord.
So he didn't have much sympathy for Zhou Zixi. At best, he felt that the prince of Song Dynasty was too vicious.
Cheng Qianye thought differently from him. She was born as a modern person. Although she was a little angry when Zhou Zixi ran, it is not that she could not understand Zhou Zixi's behavior.
As a person who has only been together for a few days, it is not a heinous thing for Cheng Qianye to run away for his mother or for his own choice.
And he ordered his arrest, although unintentionally, it actually led to his crippled ending.
Cheng Qianye and Zhou Zixi spent a short time together.
She liked Zhou Zixi's talents and wanted to use his abilities.
But just like Zhou Zixi has not yet established trust in her, she has no deep feelings for Zhou Zixi.
Therefore, after Zhou Zixi fled, she did not take any consideration, and used a rough and direct method, just to catch people back as soon as possible.
If I could inquire about the situation in advance, learn about the person of Ji Ang, and make some plans instead of asking for someone directly in the past, he might not be physically disabled.
Cheng Qianye sighed.
The matter has since, and more thoughts are useless. Let's check the situation first.
"Go, take me to see him." Cheng Qianye stood up.
The two entered the room, and the doctor was bandaging Zhou Zixi's leg injury.
Cheng Qianye felt uncomfortable looking at the young man sitting still on the bed.
This was originally a very dazzling diamond.
Even if it was picked up from the mud, it was still dazzling.
He had seen the dirtiest silt in the depths of the mud ditch, but did not let the stains stay in his heart. Cheng Qianye didn't even see the dark emotions of hatred and resentment in him.
With his amazing talent and a bit of arrogance peculiar to literati, he shone brightly in front of Cheng Qianye's eyes.
But now, the dazzling light from him disappeared.
A piece of white mist, lifeless.
Seeing them entering the house, Zhou Zixi stretched out her hand extremely slowly, bowed her head in a salute, and slowly put her hand down again without speaking.
Cheng Qianye sat down in the chair in front of his bed and asked the doctor about his condition.
"Sir, how is the situation? Is there any hope of recovery?"
The doctor sighed, glanced at Cheng Qianye, and shook his head slightly.
He bandaged the wound on Zhou Zixi's leg, packed his things, and left.
Cheng Qianye was silent for a moment.
"Zixi." She said, "I was not thinking about this, and I didn't expect it to be exhausting to you."
"Why did the master say this?" Zhou Zixi's mouth had a wry smile, "I can blame many people, or I can blame myself, but I can't blame the master anyway."
Cheng Qianye comforted, "Since you are back, you don't have to worry too much. Please feel at ease and heal your wounds. I will find a famous doctor for you, and maybe there is still a chance of healing."
Zhou Zixi lowered his head: "In my entire life, I have never done anything to be ashamed of others. Only you, the master, have a conscience."
"Not only did you save me from danger, you also treated me with courtesy. I was ungrateful and left without saying goodbye."
He raised his head and looked at Cheng Qianye: "The reason why I keep this life alive is to leave it to you to post it personally."
"This wrecked body has long been filthy, so why stay in the world. Please don't have to pity a fugitive slave like me anymore. Give me a death, it is my heart's wish."
Although Zhou Zixi was Cheng Qianye's slave, he seldom called Cheng Qianye his master.
Now, this humble name is to redeem what he thought he had committed before he died.
Overnight, the loss of the beloved, physical disability, even the mother is hopeless.
Repeated blows finally crushed the gentleman's will and made him lose his desire to live.
"you……"
Cheng Qianye didn’t know how to comfort someone who no longer wanted to live.
"If you don't want your own life, can you give him to me?"
Zhou Zixi was puzzled.
"Zixi." Cheng Qianye shook his hand. His hand was cold and cold, and there was almost no temperature.
"Have you ever thought about the root of all your suffering?" Cheng Qianye looked at him and said.
"Is it because of Ji Ang that bastard? Or because of those masters before you? Or those slave traders?"
"You and Girl Ayang should have a normal life, live free and dignified, and shouldn't live such a life at the mercy of others. The root of all this comes from this ugly system that treats people as slaves. "
Zhou Zixi's gray eyes gradually reacted.
"Although I have a meager ability, I have a wish in my heart to make this extremely unequal slavery system disappear from this world." Cheng Qianye clenched his hand and looked at his eyes, "You help me, Can you help me do this together?"
Zhou Zixi stared at Cheng Qianye, his lips humming slightly.
"No hurry, you should heal your injuries first, and then you can give me an answer after you think it through." Cheng Qianye stood up, "but anyway, you can't die without my permission."
Before leaving, Cheng Qianye patted Cheng Feng on the shoulder and glanced at him.
"Send someone to take care of him."
Cheng Feng understood her implication.
This person, I want to use, look at him, don't let him die.
Cheng Feng glanced at Zhou Zixi, who was sitting on the bed and couldn't recover.
"Fortunately, I met the lord. There are so many pitiful people in the world, and how many people can have a good death?" Cheng Feng snorted coldly, comforting people with his usual poisonous tongue, "Don't be stupid, even if The legs are broken, and it’s much better to be by the lord’s side than you used to be able to play with all the tails."
One night later, Cheng Qianye summoned Cui Youyu and handed him a hand-drawn drawing.
Cui Youyu looked at the drawing and repeatedly admired: "The idea of ​​this object is really exquisite. I don't know what the name is? It is from the previous hand?"
"Don't worry about who designed it." Cheng Qianye coughed. "This is a wheelchair. Can you make it? If it can be done, you can find some skilled craftsmen as soon as possible and step up to help me make it."
"Okay, this matter lies with Weichen. Although there are some parts that cannot be realized in the process, there should be no big problem as long as they are replaced." Cui Youyu has always been most interested in these ingenious things, and getting the drawings is like a treasure. , Hurried into the arms.
He saluted Cheng Qianye and said, "Lord, the drawing you gave to the minister last time is the drawing of a crane. The minister has ordered someone to make it. After repeated practice, he also invited several generals to come and comment. It is indeed better than the traditional ride. Much more sophisticated and practical."
"In addition, those folding bridges and stone dump trucks have also been built. They are really cleverly designed. After discussing with General Yu and General Helan, Weichen and General Helan felt that they could be used in battle."
He rubbed his hands and said with some embarrassment: "The minister really wants to know this ingenious man. I don't know why the lord always hides him and prevents him from seeing people?"
Cheng Qianye stroked his forehead, and once again saw the straightforward energy of this "Cui Mumu".
Earlier, Cheng Qianye happened to see a common hitchhiker in siege equipment when inspecting armaments, which was the predecessor of the later siege weapon, the ladder.
I found that the ladder at this time was very stiff and heavy.
As a traveler with thousands of years of knowledge and experience, she spent a few days on a whim, racking her brains to search out the only knowledge of physical maneuvering, and drew an improved design drawing of the crane, and gave it to Cui Youyu.
This incident aroused great enthusiasm for Cui Youyu.
Almost instantly, he got rid of the shame and shame of seeing Cheng Qianye in the past. Began to pester Cheng Qianye at intervals to discuss the improvement of military equipment and even civilian equipment.
Tian Tian wants Cheng Qianye to hand over the "skilled craftsman" who can design equipment that transcends the limitations of the times.
Cheng Qianye designs these only occasionally, it is impossible to have so much energy to accompany Cui Youyu to design every day.
She didn't say it at first, because she didn't bother to gain a reputation by plagiarism. Behind is completely afraid of Cui Youyu's over-commitment enthusiasm.
"You Yu." Cheng Qianye looked at the man in front of him, who was a little bit distressed, "I know you are very passionate about studying these things. It's good, but you have to distinguish the priority. ."
"You are now the Sikong of our Bianzhou, and in the future, you are likely to be the great Sikong of our Jin country. We need to build city walls, dig canals, improve armaments, and improve farm tools... People have limited energy, I or you It’s impossible to do everything by yourself."
She saw the excited Cui Youyu fainting and stood there dejected. Can't help but feel funny again,
"In this way, I will try my best to give you a sum of money. You organize a group of people and set up a manufacturing department to be responsible for researching and developing these. As long as the results of research and development are verified and effective, you will be responsible for promoting them in the military and civilian areas of the country. "
Cui Youyu became excited again. He knelt down and saluted with joy, and stammered: "Lord, this action of the lord is really the blessing of my great promotion, and the ministers and ministers will live up to the trust of the lord. "
Cheng Qianye pointed at him: "You can also say a few good things. What a blessing in the Jin Dynasty, but it just hit your arms. I remind you, as the person in charge of the Ministry of Construction, you must Take out your energy to draw up a standardized inspection process to control the quality of your products. Don't just bury your head in research and let the people underneath fool you."
"You have to know that these are related to the lives of soldiers on the battlefield. If you can't do it alone, pay attention to finding the right person to help you."
Cui Youyu left happily.
However, on the third or fifth day, a wheelchair that could rotate freely was presented to Cheng Qianye.
Cheng Qianye tried to push for a few laps. Although it is not as advanced and flexible as modern wheelchairs, except for the effect of shock absorption, other functions are basically realized.
In Zhou Zixi's house.
Zhou Zixi was moving her legs from under the edge of the bed, and the attendant who took care of him hurried forward to help.
"I have work." Zhou Zixi declined his support. "Please pass me the crutches. I want to try it myself."
At this time, there was a strange noise outside the door, like wheels rolling on the wooden floor.
The people in the house looked up,
I saw Cheng Qianye personally pushing a wooden wheelchair and appeared at the door.
She raised her finger and knocked on the door.
"Made for you, do you want to try it?"
Zhou Zixi was supported on this special wooden chair.
This peculiarly designed chair has two big, two small and four wheels. Sitting on it, even people with disabled legs can move relatively freely.
Cheng Qianye personally pushed him out of the house.
Zhou Zixi discovered that, at some point in time, the nearby thresholds had been removed, and wooden boards were laid on the stairs to facilitate the passage of this "wheelchair".
The wheelchair drove on the wooden corridor floor, making a rhythmic sound.
Cheng Qianye talked to him while walking,
"How do you feel, is there anything that needs to be changed?"
"Reluctantly? I stayed up all night to design this. I will make it for you as soon as possible."
"You don't have to worry about your mother. I have sent someone to ask Song Xianggong for someone. This time I was very careful. I received the news today and took my wife out safely. I will return to China with General Mo soon."
Pushing the wheelchair, Cheng Qianye walked slowly down the corridor and into the sunshine in the courtyard.
The back figure sitting in the wheelchair regained its dazzling luster little by little, showing a dazzling golden edge.
A low male voice sounded,
"From now on, my life is yours."