While the entire kingdom was immersed in production, Lin Feng made a decision that puzzled all the high-ranking officials.

He came alone to the south side of the newly planned industrial area of ​​the shelter.

Here, the foundation of a new factory codenamed "Miracle" has just been completed.

According to the plan, this place will be used to produce more armor plates and shells.

However, the orders Lin Feng issued had nothing to do with the war.

"From today onwards, this place will be renamed 'Shuguang Electronics'."

Standing in the center of the empty factory, he said to Wang Dachui and Su Wanqing, who were accompanying him, "Its mission is not to produce weapons, but to produce... televisions, cameras, radios, and all the electrical appliances you can imagine that belong to the old era."

"What?" Wang Dachui's bald head was full of question marks. "Leader, why...why is this? What we need most right now are bullets and cannons! What's the use of building those...those things? Can they even drive back the monsters in the valley?"

Although Su Wanqing didn't speak, her eyes were filled with the same confusion.

Under the shadow of catastrophe, any consumption of resources unrelated to "survival" seems like a luxurious crime.

Lin Feng's gaze, however, went beyond them and saw something much deeper.

"Wang Dachui, what do you think we'll rely on to defeat the enemy?" he countered.

"Of course... it's thanks to your godlike power, and our even tougher guns and louder cannons!" Wang Dachui answered without hesitation.

“Wrong.” Lin Feng shook his head, his voice tinged with weariness: “Weapons can only win battles. But to win a war, a long and desperate war for the survival of our race, we need more than just weapons.”

He extended a finger and tapped his temple.

"What we need is cohesion. It's something called 'hope' that makes countless people willingly burn themselves for the same goal."

"Fear can drive people to the production line, but it can also drive them crazy under prolonged repression."

“I need to give them something tangible and relatable. Let them know that they are working and fighting so hard not just to survive, but also to… go back to the old days when they could sit comfortably on the sofa, watch boring shows, and drink beer.”

"I want to establish a television station, a mouthpiece for our kingdom. 'Voice of the Kingdom'."

Lin Feng's voice was firm and resounding: "I want my will, my voice, to reach every family directly! I want them to see that our army is marching to the front lines; I want them to see that our farmland is reaping a bountiful harvest."

"I want them to be able to watch a funny comedy and hear a familiar song after a hard day's work."

“I want to use these ‘useless things’ to rekindle the flame of ‘humanity’ in their hearts, instead of turning them into mindless ‘tools’ that only obey orders in endless labor and fear.”

At that moment, Wang Dachui and Su Wanqing suddenly understood.

They had always followed Lin Feng's divine might, but they had never truly understood that what this king thought about when he looked down upon all living beings had long transcended simple conquest and slaughter.

What he wanted was a complete, healthy civilization with a soul, not a lifeless war machine.

"I understand, Leader!" Wang Dachui slapped his thigh excitedly. "I'll go and gather the best craftsmen right away!"

"No need." Lin Feng raised his hand. "The best craftsman is me."

He walked to the center of the factory and closed his eyes.

The vast power of his telekinesis, like a cluster of the most precise surgical scalpels, probed into the ocean of knowledge he already knew by heart about modern electronics industry.

In his "divine vision," a tiny CPU chip, with its hundreds of millions of transistors, is perfectly replicated.

The complex circuit board, with every copper wire thinner than a human hair, is clearly visible. The structure of the LCD screen, from the polarizer to the liquid crystal molecules and then to the tFt array, is deconstructed and analyzed layer by layer.

The next second, he began his "creation".

This time, it's no longer the rough roar of steel, but a kind of art, exquisite craftsmanship.

He used telekinesis to extract high-purity silicon directly from the prepared raw material pile and stretched it into wafers in the air.

Then, using an energy beam as a cutting tool, "photolithography" at the micron or even nanometer level is performed on it to directly "carve" complex integrated circuits!

Metals such as copper, tin, and gold are drawn into invisible filaments and precisely "printed" onto an epoxy resin board to form the motherboard.

Various resistors, capacitors, and diodes, as if brought to life, are "squeezed" out of the raw materials and then fly around on their own, precisely soldered to the corresponding positions on the motherboard.

Throughout the entire process, there was no roar of machinery, only a strange humming sound of energy flowing.

Under the stunned gazes of Wang Dachui, Su Wanqing, and the others, one after another sophisticated, brand-new, technologically advanced device—cameras, mixing consoles, signal transmitters—formed out of thin air and then slowly landed on the ground.

This is a miracle.

Lin Feng certainly wouldn't personally manufacture every single television set.

In one afternoon, he created a fully automated, intelligent television production line.

The sophistication of this production line is enough to put any top electronics giant in the Blue Star era to shame.

When the first batch of 21-inch color televisions bearing the "Dawn" brand rolled off the production line and were delivered to the newly built department store in the shelter, the entire kingdom was abuzz with excitement.

"Oh my god! It's a television! Am I dreaming?"

"It really is a television! Exactly the same as before the disaster! In fact... it looks even better!"

"How much? How many gold coins? I want to buy it! I absolutely must buy one!"

The public's fervor exceeded everyone's expectations.

For these people who have struggled to survive in the wilderness for far too long, a television set is more than just an appliance.

It is a symbol, a totem, an epitome of that peaceful, prosperous, and comfortable old era. To possess it is to possess a ticket to the beautiful past.

Soon, large quantities of television sets were manufactured and purchased by enthusiastic citizens. They couldn't wait to return to the past, and television sets were undoubtedly something that excited them greatly.

Zhao Laosi was one of those caught up in this frenzy.

As one of the earliest residents of the shelter, Zhao Laosi lived a very prosperous life.

Through his own hard work and loyalty to the leader, he not only received a two-story villa with a small garden in the new city area, but also married three wives—a tacitly approved and rewarded achievement in a kingdom with a dwindling population that strongly encouraged childbirth.

What made him even happier was that all three of his wives were pregnant.

The kingdom is exceptionally lenient towards pregnant women. Not only do they not have to participate in any labor, but they also receive a generous sum of gold coins as a subsidy from the Ministry of the Interior every month.

In addition, fresh meat, eggs, milk, canned fruit, and other perks are delivered to your doorstep every week by dedicated logistics staff.

That day, Zhao Laosi, carrying more than half a month's wages, squeezed into the crowded department store.

He not only snapped up a brand-new "Shuguang" brand television, but also a brand-new DVD player and a whole bunch of DVDs.

These discs were brought from Earth by a survivor, who earned them a reward of 10,000 gold coins.

These discs were also copied in large quantities and sold.

These discs contain all sorts of movies, from Hollywood blockbusters to Hong Kong kung fu comedies, from tear-jerking romance dramas to classic music videos—you name it, they have it.

When Zhao Laosi returned home humming a little tune and carrying his spoils, his three pregnant wives were sitting around in the warm living room, eating canned fruit and excitedly waiting.

"The head of the household is back!"

"Look! It's a TV! Good heavens, we have a TV now!"

The women's cheers greatly satisfied Zhao Laosi's vanity.

He proudly set up the television and DVD player, his movements somewhat clumsy, but his eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Hehe, watch out for you guys!" Zhao Laosi hurriedly started working, stuffing in a disc with a cover featuring Stephen Chow wearing a white coat and striking a kung fu pose.

After a brief period of disc loading sounds, the TV screen suddenly lit up.

The familiar, snow-like opening sequence of the film company, along with that classic background music, instantly pulled everyone back to that distant dream called "the past".

When the landlady, with a cigarette dangling from her lips, wearing pajamas and sporting curly hair, chased after her tenants in the movie, the entire living room erupted in uncontrollable laughter.

"Hahaha, life is getting better and better!" Zhao Laosi leaned back on the soft sofa, looking at his wives laughing heartily around him, and exclaimed sincerely.

These pregnant women stroked their bulging bellies and nodded vigorously.

Now, they live in large villas, eat delicacies, and no longer worry about their next meal or live in fear. Now, they can even watch movies and laugh heartily, just like before the disaster.

Life there was naturally extremely comfortable.

At this moment, the roar of the factory outside the window, the shouts from the training ground in the distance, and the shadow of catastrophe hanging in everyone's heart were temporarily isolated in another world by the glowing screen.

The cheerful laughter inside contrasted sharply with the somber atmosphere of preparation outside, creating an absurd yet realistic scene.

This is what Lin Feng wanted.

It is both a candle flame and a coordinate.

Before the boundless darkness descends, let these scattered specks of human warmth light the way home for his army, which is about to step into hell.