Goose Three Kingdoms

Chapter 606: Give up temporarily
Three days later, Zhang Song watched the Feiyuan Sect's test flight on the south bank of the Wei River.

During this period, the Feiyuan School no longer emphasizes flying a single kite, but instead releases a string of sealed air bags similar to flying lanterns after each kite flies.

This string of flying lights will fly into the sky first and then pull the rope up. The stronger the wind, the stronger the lift will be, and it can easily pull the manned kite into the sky.

Just like the last time, the manned kite successfully took off, but then it swayed rapidly less than ten feet high. More than twenty people below pulled the ropes and ran, but they were still unable to adjust the kite's flying posture.

Just forty or fifty steps away from Zhang Song, the manned kite fell rapidly and plunged into the mud on the river bank.

The entire flying kite skeleton was broken, and the boy, whose hands, feet and torso were bound, was twisted into a ball without even having time to scream.

"Hurry up and save people!"

Qin Mi shouted, rolled up his sleeves and ran to the crash site. The young man from the tribe fell on his face and was shaken by several people. He barely opened his eyes and then spit out a mouthful of blood. Then he coughed continuously and looked painful.

Qin Mi had already understood that this was a lung injury and no medicine could cure it.

Now, every breath I take feels like a pain scraping my bones.

"Send to the doctor quickly! Don't delay!"

Qin Mi patted the shoulder of the guard of his own clan and made eye contact with him. The other party understood and looked solemn.

Watching the carriage leave, the people around were depressed.

Zhang Song also came forward and said, "Kites rely on wind power. They cannot fly without wind. The stronger the wind, the harder it is to control the kite. Why don't you stop here and work with me to develop a flying lantern?"

Qin Mi shook his head: "I also saw it clearly just now. It was because he was frightened that the kite was shaking more. If it hadn't moved, it wouldn't have been like this. With long-term training, people who are good at flying and familiar with the changes in wind speed will be able to deal with the changes in wind speed, just like a good helmsman steering a light boat in the midst of strong winds and rough waves."

"How many good men will be killed or injured?"

Zhang Song questioned, not wanting Qin Mi to be stubborn: "Before, I also felt that the flying kite was not as good as the flying lantern, but now, even if the shogunate has no reward, I will continue to improve the flying kite."

Seeing this, Zhang Song stopped trying to persuade him and immediately resigned. After crossing the river, he took a carriage north and returned to the Shu Middle School near Chang'an University.

Halfway through the journey, they saw two emissaries coming from the north and galloping past.

Zhang Song had a bad feeling and immediately urged: "Hurry up."

Upon hearing this, the driver whipped the two horses and they immediately quickened their pace. Zhang Song felt a push on his back.

The Weaving Commandery is still in its infancy.

We have to rush to build the houses before winter so that we can start production, so currently the living and office areas are mixed.

The young man from the tribe who was seriously injured and died has been changed and washed and placed on the firewood pile.

Qin Mi also changed his clothes and led more than a hundred clansmen and villagers to watch and listen to two Taoist boys in black and white Taoist robes chanting scriptures.

There are three levels of Taoist children, which is a parallel relationship rather than a vertical promotion relationship.

The most commonly used Taoist boys are those in gray robes, while those in black and white robes are responsible for rituals and sacrifices related to life and death. These two types of robes are embroidered with the Big Dipper and Southern Dipper star patterns respectively.

As the chanting was finished, the gray-robed Taoist boy who had come with him came forward with a torch and lit the firewood pile.

As the flames burned, some soldiers left on their own initiative.

The cremation advocated by the shogunate was actually a rather extravagant funeral, as it was difficult for most people to gather the fuel needed for a cremation.

But for those who are wandering around, reburying their remains in their hometown after cremation is also a rare comfort.

Qin Mi left his young relatives and elders to wait until the fire was extinguished to pick up and collect the bones, and he followed the majority of people and left.

With a heavy heart, Qin Mi returned to the house without even looking at the drawings. He began to reflect on whether all this was worth it.

At the beginning, his thoughts were pure, everyone is going to die anyway.

Rather than passively facing inevitable death, it is better to exhaust all your energy to seek that tiny chance of change.

Even if he died from falling from the sky, it would be worth it. But when young men from his clan and village were injured one after another, he began to question it.

These teenagers should have had longer and better lives and opportunities, but now some have fallen to death, some have been injured, and some have become disabled.

If an elderly person were to fly, they would have impure minds, be slow to learn, and lack courage, and it would be difficult for them to adapt to the fear after flying.

Only brave and clever teenagers are worth training. When Feiyuan improves in the future, only experienced teenagers can adapt and improve along with Feiyuan.

Therefore, we cannot limit ourselves to relatives and fellow villagers, but must expand the scope of selection. Only in this way can we select talents who are truly suitable for flying.

This way, no matter how big the loss is, you can still afford it.

After he had thought it over, Qin Mi immediately drafted an official document and requested permission from the shogunate.

If the shogunate allowed it, he planned to go to Chang'an University and recruit brave young men with a large sum of money.

Although you can attract fanatical teenagers without spending money, only by paying the right amount at once can you impress those true warriors.

Real warriors actually value their lives very much and cannot be deceived by just a few words.

When Qin Mi was sealing the lacquer, his chief secretary came in quickly, his face not looking very good: "Mingsir, the shogunate has reported good news."

As he spoke, he handed the folded paper to Qin Mi. Qin Mi flipped it open and took a look. He said, "As expected, the Grand Marshal is still more skilled after all."

He sat down listlessly and asked, "Where is the shogunate's envoy?"

"He has left and is heading to the forest farm."

The Chief Secretary also felt that the energy he had been holding on to for a while had dissipated. He slumped down on the wooden floor in front of the desk, looking depressed. "I'm still too slow. If I hadn't gone to Shuzhong in the first place, with your wisdom, how could I have fallen behind others?"

"It's good this way. I don't have to rush for success. Instead, I can take my time to improve. Whether it's flying lanterns or flying kites, they all rely on the cloth we weave."

Qin Mi pretended to be cool, forced a smile, spread his arms, leaned back on the couch, and looked at the wooden beams on the roof: "We make the cloth needed by the shogunate, so no matter who succeeds, the credit should be given to the weaving house."

As he spoke, Qin Mi jumped up, opened the secret box he carried with him, took out the table that linked the cubic numbers and load weights, and immediately went to the stove to burn it.

This thing no longer meant much to him. The cubic number table was not a secret; what was secret was its correspondence with lift.

With a general understanding, he will avoid taking detours when researching flying lanterns in the future. Once a reliable flying lantern is manufactured, he will naturally be able to summarize and compile a more detailed and accurate table.

And now, this form is a death warrant.

There is no need to worry about Zhang Song. Zhang Song basically does not need to read it a second time after taking a look at it. There is no point in copying or backing it up.

After dealing with this tail, Qin Mi went to the desk, picked up a pen, and began to write a congratulatory message.

He personally sealed it with lacquer and handed it to the chief secretary along with the previous official documents: "Send it to Ganquan early tomorrow morning."

The Weaving Commandery was also qualified to set up a postal agency and had its own dedicated personnel to deliver official documents.

Unlike the centurions in various places, when uploading official documents, they had to go through the postal system of nearby counties.

The postal system at the county level also relies on the county for unified management, receipt, delivery and forwarding.

With a separate postal agency, its exchanges with the shogunate were naturally close, and the counties could not interfere.

The counties and prefectures had very limited powers to interfere with postal communications. Opening and reading confidential documents of subordinate units at will would result in the death of the person. Losing confidential documents would result in the loss of office at the very least, and if there was any slight accountability, colleagues would be implicated.

But we can deliberately delay you by one or two days. A delay within three days is not a big deal.

Many institutions of the current Weaving House need to be built, and Qin Mi was so busy with the manufacturing of Feiyuan that he neglected and ignored the construction of the Weaving House.

The first flight is hard to compete for, so it’s time to stop and focus on the main business.

(End of this chapter)