Looking at the road that had been repaired and made flat and wide, Qin Qianluo's thoughts drifted into the distance.
She thought to herself that perhaps it was time to have the Ministry of Works begin researching the steam engine.
With the steam engine, not only could fast steam cars be manufactured, but also steam ships that could brave the wind and waves could be built.
Recalling that Tianxuan's ships can now sail autonomously, it is thanks to the electric propulsion system that he took out from his space.
This system generates electricity by driving a generator through an engine, which in turn drives a propeller through an electric motor. Although the principle is not complicated, the manufacturing process is extremely sophisticated.
Currently, there are only a dozen or so of these precious devices, which is far from enough to meet the ever-growing demand for shipbuilding.
In the long run, we can't always rely on ourselves to provide it. Putting aside the fact that frequently bringing out these things that are ahead of their time might arouse suspicion and covetousness from those with ulterior motives.
From the perspective of the country's long-term development, this is clearly not a long-term solution.
Thinking of this, Qin Qianluo's gaze deepened, and she subconsciously whispered in her heart, "Yunbao, what if I take out the principles and design drawings of the steam engine now?"
Could the skilled craftsmen in the Ministry of Works thoroughly research and successfully manufacture it?
Her eyes were filled with anticipation and worry, as if she were waiting for an answer that could change the future of Tianxuan.
Feng Qingyun wandered around the space, humming an unknown tune, stopping from time to time to tease the small animals that passed by, and then gently stroking the herbs.
Qin Qianluo's question came over, and she froze on the spot, her voice stopping abruptly, and the hand that was about to pick fruit also froze.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, her mind flashing through the things the Ministry of Works had produced over the years, like a movie playing in her head.
After thinking for a long time, she said in a soft, hesitant voice, "It should be okay. But Luo Bao, why don't we let them take a look at those two books, 'Friends of Talent,' first?"
Give them both books together, test their abilities, and see how much they can learn from them.
Once we understand their skill level, we can then extract the information on steam engines, which will make things much easier.
With the foundation of prior knowledge, they might be able to understand the steam engine more easily.
Furthermore, their research on these two books will help us better understand how to guide them going forward.
Hearing Feng Qingyun's soft, sweet voice, Qin Qianluo felt inexplicably at ease and nodded in agreement.
She reached out and gently lifted the curtain of the carriage, watching the scenery slowly pass by outside.
The crops in the fields swayed in the wind, and the distant mountains stretched endlessly, but she had no heart to appreciate them.
He silently planned how to subtly advance this matter after returning to the capital.
We need to get the Ministry of Works to take this seriously, but we can't be too shocking or cause unnecessary trouble.
In another carriage, Lin Fu looked completely bewildered. He had been leaning against the side of the carriage, dozing with his eyes half-closed, the sunlight streaming through the window and warming his face.
Suddenly, his ears twitched, and he vaguely heard the words "steamed chicken." He instantly snapped awake, all his drowsiness vanished, and he sat bolt upright.
Lin Fu frowned, pondering to himself: Steamed chicken? What kind of rare thing is this? Could it be a strange chicken that is born steaming?
How could there be such a peculiar breed of chicken in this world? Or is this a novel dish cooked with steam?
An image of a steaming hot chicken, both comical and bizarre, appeared in his mind.
Then, thinking of His Highness Prince Zhao, I couldn't help but wonder: Why did His Highness suddenly become interested in this "steamed chicken"?
Although the carriage wasn't particularly fast, His Highness hadn't shown any dissatisfaction before, so why did he suddenly become so annoyed?
Could this "steam chicken" possibly have the magical ability to speed up a horse-drawn carriage? That's just too unbelievable!
He was filled with suspicion, his thoughts drifting uncontrollably further and further away, all sorts of absurd and bizarre ideas rampaging through his mind, giving him a terrible headache.
Then, the phrase "friend of talent" came to his ears, leaving Lin Fu even more confused.
He scratched his head, making his hair bun on top of his head a little loose.
A close friend of a talented person? That person must be extraordinary; perhaps a reclusive genius with a close relationship with His Highness.
Judging from Feng Qingyun's tone, this seems to be a book.
This makes it even more puzzling. What kind of person would write a book for their best friend, and what earth-shattering secrets or profound knowledge are hidden in the book?
Is it a strategy for governing the country and ensuring its stability, or a secret technique for turning lead into gold?
He racked his brains, various guesses swirling in his mind like a revolving lantern. He thought for a long time, his head almost exploding, but he still had no clue. He could only feel his temples throbbing.
Finally, Lin Fu let out a long sigh of relief, his whole body slumped against the back of the chair like a deflated balloon.
He stared blankly at the top of the carriage, his mind wandering: Never mind.
I can't figure it out no matter how hard I try. Anyway, His Highness will definitely explain it clearly in time. What's the use of worrying about it now?
With that thought in mind, he decided to put all his doubts to the winds and take advantage of this rare moment of leisure to get some more sleep and quietly wait for the day when the truth would come out.
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