When two armies face off, with so many people involved, it's inevitable that some will be missed when cleaning up the battlefield, and it's possible for a few to survive by chance. But last night, Feng Qingzi and Luo Junxian had a total of about 40 people, so it's impossible for anyone to have survived.

What's going on?

Could it be that the one who came back to life is another time traveler?

Ma Fuquan quickly abandoned this idea. The time traveler came back to life and gained a second life. The chances of taking the risk of jailbreaking were slim, so he could only be a survivor.

Feng Qingzi's body was taken away, so it was naturally not him who survived.

Who could it be?

He recalled in his mind someone with exceptional skills...

Seeing that he seemed to be lost in thought, Captain He and the other two detectives turned their gaze away. They then noticed the energy-saving lamps hanging around the yard. They were all curious as to what kind of oil lamps they were that could illuminate the yard so brightly.

Captain He and his three companions first went to Ma Fuquan's home, but after being turned away, they learned that Ma Fuquan was at the Ding family's old house. They then ran into Huo Jincheng and his companions at the bottom of the slope at the Ding family's old house, and that's when they bumped into each other. After entering the courtyard, their attention was distracted by Old Ding's family again. Not only did they notice the energy-saving lamp, but Huo Jincheng's group also noticed it and pointed it out to Huo Jincheng.

It was also the first time that Huo Jincheng saw something so bright and strange. He thought it was an oil lamp or a candle, but he couldn't see the flame. It couldn't be either, because it could illuminate.

Seeing him staring at the energy-saving lamp with confusion on his face, Ding Youtian felt a little confused too, because Jian Ning told him that the energy-saving lamp was given by Yang Jinyu. He once asked Yang Jinyu, and Yang Jinyu said that Huo Jincheng gave it to him. He thought it was good, so he gave a few to his master.

But when he looked at Huo Jincheng, his expression was like he was seeing an energy-saving light bulb for the first time. He was completely baffled and didn't know what was going on. Just as he was about to ask Huo Jincheng, Ma Fuquan came over and asked Huo Jincheng to step aside to talk.

A group of people in the yard were discussing energy-saving lamps, and Ma Fuquan naturally noticed it. He knew that Huo Jincheng and Captain He were not easy to fool. These people had been to Zhou County, and if he continued to say that the wealthy families there used them, he would be exposed. So he focused on generating electricity to make light bulbs. As long as he could generate electricity to make light bulbs, these people would stop asking about the origin of energy-saving lamps.

"Master Huo," he whispered, "if Master Huo wants to make a lantern, it's not difficult. I learned it from someone before, and I can help you with it."

Oh? Huo Jincheng was naturally intrigued. The Emperor was now favoring Prince Yong's mother, and his affection for her extended to Prince Yong's family. This also meant Prince Yong was gaining favor with the Emperor, potentially surpassing the Crown Prince. If he reported this to the Crown Prince, and he approved the funding for the lantern, it would benefit the people, not only enhancing the Crown Prince's prestige among the people but also increasing his influence in the Emperor's eyes.

"This... lantern, I wonder what materials are needed to make it, it doesn't look easy." There was anticipation in his eyes, and he temporarily put the painter's matter behind his mind.

Because of personal interest, Ma Fuquan studied mechanical and electronic engineering. Light bulbs use the principle of thermal effect of electricity. When current passes through a wire with resistance, it will generate heat. When there is too much heat, the wire will turn red and glow. This wire is the filament.

Although there were no iron wire or copper wire in ancient times, there was gold wire. Many officials used gold wire to embroider their official uniforms. Gold wire also has better conductivity. The gold wires were connected together to form a closed loop and coated with varnish. If there was no varnish, the gold wire could be wrapped with cloth strips. Then the gold wire was wrapped several times. The more wraps, the greater the current and voltage generated.

However, he didn't tell Huo Jincheng all that, as Huo Jincheng wouldn't understand even if he did. He simply said, "Mr. Huo, you only need to prepare three things: magnets, gold wire, and a windmill. Once you have these three, give the rest to me, and I can make a lantern."

These three things were not difficult for Huo Jincheng. He agreed immediately. He was in a good mood because of this. He was in a good mood for drinking. He gestured to Ding Youtian and his friends' table and said, "Come over and have a couple of drinks. I want to toast Brother Ma. Not only are you so skilled, but you have such great skills. I really admire you."

He came with Ma Fuquan. At the dinner table, the village head, clan leader and Mr. Ding Sanye were discussing the issue of increasing production by sowing in stages. When he heard that grain production could be increased, he became excited again.

"Excuse me for interrupting you, but are you talking about increasing grain production?" he asked politely.

When the village head heard him ask, he hurriedly said, "Yes, but it wasn't us who came up with it. It was Youtian and his wife who came up with it. They said that all grain production can be increased through artificial means. One acre of land can produce over a thousand kilograms of grain!"

Huo Jincheng's eyes lit up. Food is the most important thing for the people. If grain production can be greatly increased, it will be a far greater achievement than generating electricity to make lanterns, and it will also be something that will be more loved and praised by the people. He immediately stated: "This is a great thing that benefits both the country and the people. As a citizen of Dayan, I must fully support such a thing that benefits both the country and the people. You can go ahead and plant it on your own land. If the planting fails, I will compensate you for all the losses. I will not give you a penny less. If you plant a few acres of land, please register it and I will pay you compensation in advance. If the planting is successful, except for the grain you hand over to the government, the rest of the harvest will be yours. The advance compensation will also be considered a reward. I am only doing my little bit to help, and I can't help you in any other way. What do you think?"

Is there such a good thing? The village head and clan leaders looked at each other in bewilderment. They had been discussing this very thing before, debating whether to open up wasteland for trial planting or whether each family should contribute some land for the trial planting. There was little good land left in the village for the trial planting. If they used their own land for planting, if they failed, they would not only fail to pay the government grain but also go hungry.

Huo Jincheng's proposal was like someone offering a pillow to someone who was dozing off. The village head and clan leaders all stood up and raised their glasses to toast him, not forgetting to bring Ding Youtian along. This was Ding Youtian's distinguished guest, and it was Ding Youtian and his wife who had first proposed the matter. In their minds, Ding Youtian and Jian Ning were both lucky stars for Ding Village, having brought them such distinguished people.

Ding Youtian was also very happy. Since his master was beside him, he naturally had to call his master along. However, Blind Liu seemed to be drunk again. He tugged at his sleeve, and he unexpectedly fell to the ground, still shouting, "Pour the wine, fill up the old blind man's glass, fill it up..."

Everyone laughed, especially Ma Fuquan. "Old blind man, I told you to get drunk tonight, and you're already drunk after only a few drinks? Is this still possible? How about we fight another day?"

"No, I didn't lie down... Fight, of course, I have to fight!" He climbed up crookedly and sat down, but he didn't sit firmly, and this time he fell to the ground with the chair.

Ding Youtian and Ma Fuquan hurriedly put down their wine bowls to help him. Huo Jincheng glanced at him indifferently. He had always felt that such an inconspicuous village as Dingjia Village seemed to have many talented people, of course, except for the drunk Blind Liu.