Time passes slowly.
The keel laying work of Lujiao County's first airship, the Hisoka, was completed. All the construction workers, including Connie, had dark circles under their eyes and tears in their eyes.
On the same day, the conferring team sent by the Hisoka royal family arrived at Antler City.
Prince Leiden and the old Archbishop Mao En both stepped out of the carriage and entered the main hall of the princess's castle.
The tenant farmers and soldiers of Antler City had now become the regular army of the princess. They were all vigilant about their surroundings. Even Schliemann and Ampton were pulled by Hank to ensure the safety of the investiture ceremony. .
The whole city is looking for Selu.
It was not that they wanted to do anything to Selu, but they were worried that this girl with the title of witch would kill Archbishop Mao En at the investiture.
If this really happens, Lujiao County will face the hostility of all Hisoka's believers.
Fortunately, Selu did not show up, nor did she activate her legendary curse that said someone would die, so the knighting ceremony went smoothly.
Prince Leighton placed the king's sword on Hank's right shoulder, and Archbishop Mao En placed his scepter on Hank's left shoulder. After the two solemnly read out the responsibility of handing over the royal and divine power to Hank, the ceremony was completed.
Seemingly knowing that he should not stay in Antler City for too long, the Archbishop declined Hank's dinner and the local Bishop Wanpu's offer to stay overnight. After completing the ceremony, he immediately got on the carriage and left Antler City.
Hank breathed a sigh of relief, because it was one thing for Archbishop Mao En to die in Antler City, but it was another thing to die on the way back, but it had nothing to do with him at all.
The prince took Hank's hand, and the two chatted happily, and they couldn't stop talking even when the dinner started.
The prince kept conveying King Hisoka's great expectations for Hank's upcoming trade, and made promises one after another.
Hank naturally knew that what the other party was thinking about was the 50% profit in the contract. He smiled happily and agreed in every possible way, and he had already greeted King Hisoka countless times in his heart.
On the same day, the first crew of Antler County, led by Hill Peter, conducted a trial voyage around the island.
Facts have proved that these hard-working men learn things quickly. Under their control, the Crescent Moon was like a soaring eagle with its auxiliary sails fully spread.
The only job that was behind schedule was the casting of the kerosene-powered engine.
In order to facilitate production, Schliemann did not directly give Hank the drawings of the improved power machine on the Crescent Moon, but gave him the one used by most flying ships.
I originally thought that by lowering the production process, the difficulty would be able to catch up with the progress, but I didn't expect that Xisuo's metallurgical industry was ridiculously bad.
Schliemann had no choice but to set up a smelting furnace for them, and then he could produce qualified steel.
On the sidelines, Apton marveled at the furnace, which was continuously blown by a bellows pulled by a cow. Schliemann's actions confirmed his suspicion that he had mastered the method of improving productivity.
The iron ore was poured in continuously, and the bright white molten iron continued to flow out, flowing into the prepared molds.
Cool, polish, measure, assemble, test.
This series of work has been completed by someone, and it has been completed in a decent manner.
And all of this was entirely due to the ugly smelting furnace built by Schliemann.
"Captain, why is the molten iron produced by their furnaces red, but yours is bright white?"
Schliemann felt that he was going to die from exhaustion and was too lazy to explain. However, the other party was his sponsor, so he had no choice but to mumble and walked aside to find a stone to sit down on.
"Because of the cow."
"Huh? Does the color of the cow have something to do with the molten iron?"
Apton was very embarrassed. The down-and-out royal family was also a king. The other party's unwillingness to elaborate made him very embarrassed.
"The color of the molten iron is related to the temperature. The higher the temperature, the lower the impurities in the molten iron. The impurities will bring instability. This is why the strength of the parts they tinkered with did not meet the standard."
“What does that have to do with cows?”
Schliemann stared at Ampton, who was bent on asking questions, with a look of disbelief.
"No, there is no physics class in your royal family's complicated education system?"
He looked carefully at the blush that gradually appeared on Ampton's face, and then he believed that Ampton's ignorance was not an act.
"That's right, the cow has been turning the turntable. This turntable is connected to two bellows, and the bellows are constantly blowing air into the furnace.
What I really made is actually an animal-powered blowing device using a connecting rod and a turntable. "
"Then what?"
Schliemann was dumbfounded by Apton's lack of knowledge of physics.
"Objects need oxygen to burn. If I blow the wind in, the fire will be more intense and the temperature will be higher!
When the fire starts to smoke, if you pick one, it will light up on its own... No, you really don't know this? Hill Peter knows this! "
Comparing Hillpetergen to himself, Ampton was so ashamed that his face turned red.
He scratched his cheek, pretending to be nonchalant.
"In other words, are these seemingly inconspicuous changes what improve productivity? This is really interesting..."
Schliemann nodded: "Isn't it inconspicuous? How many years have you used people to step on the bellows? Have you ever thought about changing it to oxen?
It’s not that you don’t want to, it’s that you don’t know how to convert circular motion into up and down reciprocating motion. This is knowledge, Ampton. Without knowledge, just wanting it is useless. "
Ampton sighed: "Stop talking. If you keep talking, I will start to yearn for your world..."
Schliemann laughed twice, and the half-laughing hum was more like a kind of self-deprecation.
"My world was not all beautiful. There was hunger there, wars happened every day, and exploitation and being exploited never stopped...
You can't imagine that there is a kind of bomb in our world. Well... you don't know what a bomb is. Let me give you an analogy. It's a big firework that kills enemies with explosions.
That big firework can kill hundreds of thousands of people, and the place blown up by that kind of bomb will no longer be suitable for human habitation. "
Apton was stunned and silent for a long time. Even though he had the memory of the royal family of all generations, he could not imagine the concept of hundreds of thousands of people dying.
"A big firework killed a quarter of the population of Valance? Are you sure there is no such thing as an ancient god in your world?"
Schliemann pondered for a while and murmured: "It shouldn't be possible in this world because the population density is too low, but it is no problem to destroy a county at once."
He said, sighing deeply.
"The ancient gods may not have killed as many people as the politicians in my world..."
