The day after Fucha Mingsi returned, the imperial edict was issued, appointing him to a new position: Director of the Railway Bureau, a third-rank official post.

When Fucha Mingsi received the imperial decree, many people came to congratulate him. Fucha Mingsi didn't feel much, but Fucha Qinglan felt it deeply. They didn't change the house, after all, their family was relatively small, and the land deed for this house was sent back in a letter before Fucha Mingsi returned.

It was a gift from Yinzhen.

There's no need to move, but I used to live in this place, but usually no one wanted to visit, relatives rarely came, and naturally, no friends came to visit either.

To call it "desolate" would be an understatement; to call it "desolate" wouldn't be an exaggeration either. But now, the house is becoming increasingly lively.

Fortunately, Fucha Mingsi was a man of principle. He knew his own abilities, what the emperor needed him to do, and how he came to be so glorious. He was very clear-headed and was not blinded by the dazzling array of gifts before him.

Half a month later, the lively scene gradually cooled down, and Fucha Qinglan found some time to go to his father's study.

“Father, your son wants to follow you.”

Fucha Mingsi was puzzled: "Why are you following Father? You are still studying. Father is going to build railways. It can't be said that you are homeless, but it is unstable. Jianyuan Academy in the capital is very good. Father is counting on you to continue to study for the exams!"

Fucha Qinglan: "Father, I am interested in physics, but I have already finished learning the physics knowledge at the academy. I was afraid it would be too conspicuous before, but now that you are back, there is no need to hide it anymore. Father, I will go with you to build the railway."

Fucha Mingsi understood; he guessed that what interested him was not just the railway, but more so the steam train.

Fucha Mingsi himself was quite talented in physics, so it was only natural that his son would inherit this talent.

"Wait a moment, your father will give you a test paper tomorrow. If you can complete it, your father will agree."

Fucha Qinglan was very confident in his physics skills and said, "Thank you, Father."

"Don't thank me, we'll see what your true skills are for now."

The next day, Fucha Mingsi indeed gave his son a test paper. Under Fucha Mingsi's supervision, Fucha Qinglan finished it. After reading the test paper, Fucha Mingsi realized that his son had not lied and that he did indeed have a talent in this area.

Fucha Mingsi said, "Father has agreed."

Fucha Qinglan was overjoyed: "Father, you really agree? You won't go back on your word, will you!"

Fucha Mingsi smiled and said, "I won't go back on my word, don't worry."