For four and a half days, Hilpeter strictly followed Schliemann's sailing instructions every step of the way.
The charts had been disabled, and the navigation instructions Schliemann gave him were step-by-step instructions.
When to rise to what height, towards which direction marked on the compass, at what speed and for how long, everything is covered.
At this time, the Crescent was like a blind man in the dark, groping forward only through steps and simple directions.
On the bridge, the crew members were highly concentrated. They repeatedly checked the operations they were about to do, and only started to execute them after checking with each other to make sure they were correct.
Apton was speechless these days. The atmosphere on the bridge had been tense, but Schliemann didn't even go. He hid in his captain's cabin and wrote something in a sheepskin-covered book. This It took several days to write.
"Hey...it's been almost five days, do you really not care at all?"
Schliemann smeared his ink and looked distracted.
"Why doesn't it matter to me? Didn't I calculate the route for them?"
"But that's useless. The direction pointed by the compass still doesn't match the direction marked on the navigation chart of the spacecraft."
"Didn't I disable the aeronautical charts? Why are you still referring to the aeronautical charts?"
Ampton wiped his face, his silence revealing deep helplessness.
"Isn't it time for you to announce the answer?"
"It's coming, it's coming..."
After Schliemann finished speaking, he continued to write and draw in his notebook.
"You are really calm. What have you been busy with these days?"
"These are for you."
"For me? What?"
"Some mechanical things that I remember, and some laws of physics that I've tested and they still work."
Upton was so excited that he even forgot about the Trek incident that had troubled him.
"Is there a method for making firearms?"
Schliemann rolled his eyes. He even felt that he had written something in vain.
"Don't always think about your war and your throne...
The casting of firearms is based on chemistry, materials science, and mechanical engineering. With the knowledge of these disciplines, you can not only develop guns and cannons, but even things like airplanes and tanks...
Ah, you don’t understand even if I tell you this... Let me give you an analogy.
A literary masterpiece can only be written by someone who can write, right?
We compare thermal weapons such as guns and cannons to books, and chemistry, materials science, and mechanical engineering are like words. Only those who understand them can create thermal weapons.
A person who cannot write can certainly copy a literary masterpiece, but he cannot understand the meaning of the words in the masterpiece, cannot extend his thinking, and cannot write his own work.
If your people are proficient in these basic sciences, they can extend their thinking and develop hot weapons suitable for the current battlefield. "
Ampton nodded and said, "I understand. This is why you advocate promoting education."
"Yes, talent is very important. Look at Selu, the pharmacology talent, Connie, the mechanical engineering talent.
They are not very literate! Can you imagine what they would accomplish if they could read?
Their experience will be passed down, and future generations can continue and accumulate from this breaking point. This is how knowledge is accumulated bit by bit. "
Apton nodded and said: "I would like to open some schools or something, but the current productivity..."
"Yes, productivity, you finally look like a ruler at this point.
Many families have children who go to work at the age of ten. Even if your school is free, they will not send their children to school.
Because they cannot work in the fields at the age of ten, the family has less labor force. With less labor force, they have to occupy less land. Less land ownership means they are not rich or even unable to survive.
Taxes are too high... People don't have idle labor. You have to solve this problem first so that there will be people in the school. Otherwise, there will be no students in your school. "
Ampton grinned. He had to admit that this was a difficult job.
In the memories of our ancestors, there is of course data on the arable land on the mainland island of Valans.
Judging from the arable land, it is already the limit to feed the current three million people of Valance. There is no need for foreign invasion, no battle between the king and the church, and only an abnormal climate lasting more than two years to cause famine. breed out.
"Ah... Grain production is a problem. This is simply a natural chasm in front of Valance."
Schliemann chuckled, and Apton rolled his eyes. He knew that Schliemann's virtue meant that he had a solution.
"I'll give you the coordinates. The first thing you do after you successfully ascend the throne is to find someone to go to that island. There is a plant on that island, and the roots contain a lot of starch.
It has strong adaptability to the soil environment and can be planted on land that wheat cannot adapt to. It has high yield and better insect resistance.
In our place, there was something similar that changed the world. "
This was a great thing for Ampton, who looked serious, like a believer receiving divine revelation.
"What is this thing called in your place?"
"Potato."
"Huh? Why does such a good thing have such a bad name?"
Schliemann spread his hands and said: "This thing was dug in the ground...it's still round and round. It's not called a potato."
"So...where is this island?"
Schliemann spread out the navigation chart and pointed his finger at a small circled dot. Just as he was about to open his mouth, the sound of Hilpeter slamming on the floor came over.
"Oh...here he comes!"
Schliemann put away the charts and ran out of the captain's room under the helpless eyes of Ampton.
The fog was thick, just like five days ago.
"Sil Peter! The next operation must be very precise! Do it well!"
"Yes! Captain!"
Schliemann, who left these words on the bridge, turned and left. He came to the cabin and took out a bag of gunpowder from the powder barrel.
With a puzzled look on his face, Apton followed Schliemann to the front deck and watched as Schliemann removed the cover of the cannon and installed the gunpowder and fuse.
"It's time for the mystery to be revealed."
Ampton exhaled, these nearly five days were driving him crazy.
Schliemann called Ampton to the starboard side, pointed to a vast expanse of white and said, "Just wait here."
"What are you waiting for?"
"A ship will appear in a moment."
"Ship? Ghost ship?"
"No, it's another Crescent."
Apton was stunned. He remembered the other Puzhao seen by the Puzhao in the logbook.
"Two Crescent ships? It's the same as what happened to Puzhao!"
"We won't be like it, believe me."
The sudden black shadow came closer and closer. Apton saw the Crescent appearing and disappearing from the fog. He could see the covered guns on the deck and even through the frosted glass of the bridge. His own surprised face.
At the same time, his feet tilted, and the Crescent took him to turn sharply to the left.
