Mo Cheng opened the door and took the letter into his hand. He was stunned when he saw the envelope with nothing written on it.
When he turned around, he found that the postman had long since disappeared. Mo Cheng was slightly startled, and then thought of who the postman might be.
He also instantly knew who might have sent this letter to him.
Hu Xier looked at Mo Cheng, froze on the spot, and asked, "Whose letter is this?"
Mo Cheng rarely had the brains to turn around and said, "Oh, a letter from my hometown."
Hu Xier immediately became happy, her hometown... that was Long Yan, either the chief assistant Liu Zheng or the old man Qing Yangshuo.
The true identities of Mo Cheng and Hu Xier were not told to Newton and Stephenson.
Although these two men are worthy of trust, this is Britain and it is best to be careful.
They didn't want the British to capture him and use him as a bargaining chip to threaten Liu Zheng.
Mo Cheng opened the envelope and looked at the words Long Yan on it, and immediately felt a sense of intimacy. This was Lord Liu Zheng's reply.
Although Liu Zheng did not sign, Mo Cheng recognized who wrote this letter at a glance.
This is not a special feature.
But only Liu Zheng would be so clear about the steam train.
After reading the content of the letter, Mo Cheng was like a bolt from the blue and froze on the spot.
"As expected of... amazing, so amazing." Mo Cheng kept murmuring.
Everyone was stunned, wondering what Mo Cheng saw.
Hu Xier frowned, walked over, and took the letter from Mo Cheng. Hu Xier looked at the content of the letter, and the first sentence was quite normal.
'Mo Cheng, you wrote to me. I'm very happy. Take good care of Xi'er and don't let him be wronged... Forget it, you are a straight man and don't understand what taking care of is. Poor Xi'er...'
Hu Xi'er was inexplicably touched, but Liu Zheng understood Mo Cheng, a lump in the tree. He knew what caring was, did he understand?
No, he doesn't understand, not at all.
Hu Xi'er looked at the considerate Mr. Liu Zheng again. He was frightened and his face suddenly changed. There was something messy underneath.
Some talk about how steam trains guide rails, how they operate...and so on.
Something Hu Xier couldn't understand.
It's all about so-called steam trains.
It only takes three seconds to understand.
Hu Xier sighed, placed the letter on the table, and sighed: "This letter is for you."
After saying this, Hu Xier went back to the house, and the three of them read the letter again. The other two people did not understand Long Yanwen.
An explanation from Mocheng: "The answer he gave above is that since there is no way to install a steering system, then install guide rails to let the train run according to its own prescribed route..."
The eyes of Newton and Stephenson ranged from astonishment to shock to disbelief.
They stared at the three-page letter with burning eyes.
As if seeing a treasure, Stephenson and Newton pressed down the letter at the same time. Their two heads were not allowed to be squeezed together, and they read the Long Yanwen on the letter paper, which they did not recognize.
Although they didn't recognize a single word, it still didn't hinder their fiery gaze.
"Mo Cheng, this Longyan man you know here is really powerful. What does he do?"
"None of us have thought of these methods, especially this steering system. I have been troubled for a long time."
"so amazing!"
Mo Cheng didn't answer, and showed a accustomed smile to the reactions of these two people. This was the answer to the problem written by Liu Zheng, the adult who led Long Yan to glory.
To him, Liu Zheng was almost an almighty being, and it was Liu Zheng who took the lead in inventing the steam train that Long Yan used to transport people.
This kind of question is simply the simplest question and answer for Liu Zheng.
Stephenson murmured: "Let the train run according to its own prescribed route..."
He kept repeating this sentence, as if he had caught the bright spot of his thoughts. His pupils suddenly shrank, and the expression on his face froze for a moment, and instantly turned into ecstasy.
"I see!"
"How should the transportation trajectory of steam trains be designed?"
"Mo Cheng, thank you Long Yan for this letter. He has really helped me a lot!" Stephenson excitedly grabbed Mo Cheng's hand and said ecstatically.
Mo Cheng and Newton have not yet figured out why Stephenson is so excited.
But seeing him show such an expression, the two of them were also sincerely happy.
"Congratulations, Stephenson." Mo Cheng's sincere blessing.
Stephenson danced and celebrated for a long time before suppressing his emotions. He looked at Mo City, eager to go to Longyan.
"Mo Cheng, when are we going to Longyan?" Stephenson couldn't help but ask.
Now in his understanding, Longyan is the place where he can realize his dream.
Poor Britain only deserves to have his creativity and thoughts imprisoned on the so-called Dreadnought-class battleship.
What's the point of this kind of warship that can only be used at sea? It's just a steel ship that is larger than ordinary warships and equipped with more artillery.
There is nothing interesting about a train transporting supplies on the ground.
Trains can transport materials mined from mines directly to various factories in a short period of time, and then the factories process them and transport the things produced in the factories to other places.
However, the powerful nobles in Britain did not understand at all.
Longyan is better.
"Mo Cheng, I think it's just for these few days, shall we set off?"
"How is it?" Stephenson asked excitedly.
Stephenson's excitement was met with silence.
Stephenson was stunned and immediately realized the current situation in Mo City.
A deep sigh filled the room.
"Why……"
"Sorry, Mo Cheng, I forgot your current situation. There is no way to get out."
Mo Cheng's originally joyful face was now covered with dark clouds. He squeezed out a smile and looked at Stephenson: "It's okay."
"Xie'er and I will go back. They detained us just because of the ridiculous reason that I wanted to take British scientists to Longyan."
"I believe Long Yan will find a way to let us go back."
Stephenson and Newton could only express hope, but there was no more help.
They can't help either.
The letter in Mo Cheng's hand only contained three pieces of paper, but he did not tell these two the content of the last piece.
At night, Mo Cheng and Hu Xier were in the house, reading Liu Zheng's last letter, which read:
"Mo Cheng, Xi'er, don't worry for the time being. I will find a way to rescue you from Britain. What you have to do now is to protect yourself. Britain will pay a heavy price for this!"
Seeing this sentence, the two of them felt as determined as taking reassurance.
Liu Zheng said he would wait for them to come back and he would definitely do it.
Because he is Liu Zheng, the man who single-handedly made Long Yan strong.
