Lord of the Desert

Chapter 255 The Golden Sea

September 29, autumn is deep.

There is frost in Xijing every morning.

In the streets and alleys, the sales of mutton soup and dog meat are getting more and more prosperous.

In the afternoon, the sun reached Tianxin, warming people's bodies.

Qi Zuojian square, Wen Zhongguan drank the pimple in his hand and wiped his mouth.

Then, he looked at the pennant standing on the sidelines.

The flag is hunting, and the wind is visible.

"let's start."

Wen Zhongguan gave instructions to the team of the Second Academy.

Zhu Jingfu and Jia Ziyong nodded, and under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people, they pushed the "airplane" out of the shed.

The name of the aircraft is "Golden Sea", the whole body is made of wood, and the propeller is driven by manpower stepping on the chain gear.

Like the aerodynamic design scheme, this is also Hong Fan's contribution.

According to the standard of the "human-powered aircraft" of the previous life, the aspect ratio of the Jinhai is not large enough, and theoretically it cannot fly stably.

But the so-called "manpower" has different standards in the two worlds.

As the driver and power source, the output power of Wenzhongguan, who has reached the peak, can be stabilized at 1 watts, which is four times that of the top track cyclist in his previous life.

That's the equivalent of sixteen horsepower, more than a motorcycle with a displacement of 150cc.

The plane landed on the cement road and stopped steadily.

"Young Supervisor, Duke Zhuang is also here."

Jia Ziyong finished the last inspection and whispered to the master.

Wen Zhongdian nodded and took a deep breath.

The place fell silent.

The propeller starts to spin, driving the plane forward.

The speed increased, and the headwind became stronger.

Wen Zhongguan forgot everything and just kicked his legs with all his strength.

The runway was coming to an end, after a few bumps, the Jinhai finally vacated.

The cheers chased after him far away, but Wen Zhongguan couldn't hear them.

He didn't even dare to take a second look at the scenery below him, but just kept the rudder steady and grasped the wind direction as he had practiced countless times on the ground.

About 2 minutes later, the Jinhai made a circle over the Qizuojian and re-aligned with the runway.

"It's coming down!"

Qian Hong clenched his fists and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Wen Zhongguan adjusted the flaps to reduce power and glide down.

The wooden frame shook, and finally landed firmly on the cement road.

The Jin Hai stopped slowly.

The cheers of hundreds of people burst out and gathered into a vague hum.

People gathered around from a distance.

Wen Zhongguan did not leave his seat.

He leaned back on the chair, looked up at the blue sky, and seemed to have returned to Jinhai in a trance, back to two years ago.

At that time, others were like stagnant water, full of depression, how could they think of today?
After thinking about it, Wen Zhongguan couldn't help turning his gaze back, looking for his reinvented benefactor.

"Master Hong!"

Shouts broke through the noise.

Hong Fan didn't know what it meant, and looked around with a smile, only to see Wen Zhongguan scrambling and getting out of the driver's seat, staggering towards him, embracing himself with hands stained with vegetable oil.

"I made it, we made it!"

He wanted to laugh at first, but the corner of his mouth turned into a choked sob.

Immediately, a few tears fell from the big eyes of a pair of copper bells.

"Teacher, why are you crying?"

Zhu Jingfu, who was catching up, asked in surprise.

For so many years, he has never seen the teacher cry.

Wen Zhongguan quickly tilted his head, trying to hide his face.

Hong Fan just shook his head.

"Cry, cry! If you don't cry today, when will you wait?"

He hugged Wen Zhongguan with his backhand.

"From now on, ten, hundred, and thousand years, but there are still people, but there is still history, and there will be the names of him Wen Zhongguan, your Zhu Jingfu, Jia Ziyong..."

"From now on, you are the father of Dahua Aircraft!"

Hong Fan laughed out loud.

As soon as these words came out, thousands of noises were erased.

Under hundreds of scorching gazes, Zhu Jingfu squatted on the ground as if his whole body had been electrocuted.

Wen Zhongguan even held Hong Fan's skirt tightly, crying like a child.

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After half an hour.

The big supervisor built the study.

"With your participation in the two projects of the Second Academy, I always thought it would be successful."

Zhuang Liren said.

"I just didn't expect to succeed this time."

"Relying on the Golden Sea, Young Supervisor Wen may be able to advance to another level soon."

As he spoke, his gaze towards the young man sitting opposite became softer.

It has only been half a year since Hong Fan came to Xijing, and he has brought out many major achievements.

When Zhuang Liren recalled and thought about it, he felt as if he had returned to 20 years ago, shed his old body, and felt the vitality and the pure joy that followed from the bottom of his heart.

"The microscope structure diagram you drew last time, I sent it to Shenjing a few days ago, along with the drawings and the actual object."

He continued.

"However, the reaction over there is much colder than I imagined—it seems that this thing has been around for a long time, and it is not very unusual."

Hong Fan nodded, not surprised.

He understood the difference between Dahua and his previous life.

Because of the enhancement of martial arts on the human body, many people can come up with many exquisite things without knowing why without basic theories.

These results are ultimately piecemeal.

Geographical barriers and slow information synchronization lead to different technical levels in different places.

Several rounds of tea talks.

Hong Fan was looking for an opportunity to express his intentions, but was pointed out by Zhuang Liren.

"I guess you came looking for me to ask about Liu Xiu and Jin Ziming, and whether there is any follow-up to the Wang Mincai case?"

the latter asked.

Hong Fan smiled wryly and nodded.

"You can't hide it from Duke Zhuang."

"I probably don't think anything will happen, but a judgment is a judgment, and it's not solid enough after all."

he sighed.

The analysis of what Wu Hongling said is not false.

However, preparing for the worst in everything is the practice of the two Hong Fans.

"This matter has been exposed, you just put your heart back in your stomach."

Zhuang Liren put down the teacup and spoke firmly.

"The outcome of this matter has been determined."

"Wang Min just admitted to the murder case; Wang Chengxuan succumbed in private, and will accept a transfer soon."

"As a nail for Liu Xiu, the Zhou Ji Department was pulled out by Jin Ziming."

"Next, the battle between the two sides will turn to the Fubo Gang."

He gave a brief account of the whole situation.

"Anyway, don't worry. As a Tiqi, obey orders and act straight; no matter how they fight, this matter will not implicate you!"

"Thank you, Mr. Zhuang!"

Hong Fan heard the meaning, stood up and saluted solemnly.

Zhuang Liren just waved his hand.

"What about Wang Mincai? Since he confessed to the murder, how will he deal with it?"

After returning to his seat, Hong Fan couldn't help asking again.

"Naturally put it down gently."

Zhuang Liren replied.

"Otherwise, why would Jin Ziming make Wang Chengxuan bow his head?"

The voice is not salty or weak, and the tone cannot be heard.

Hong Fan nodded silently.

The answer is self-evident.

I have asked all the questions that should be asked, and it was time to say goodbye.

But just as Hong Fan was about to get up, he remembered something again.

"Mr. Zhuang, I heard that artillery is already being used in Shengzhou?"

he asked.

"Do I have any research on firearms up and down?"

"Of course there are weapons supervisors; but private armored firearms are prohibited in this dynasty, so the folks probably don't have them."

Zhuang Liren was quite surprised when he heard this.

"Why are you suddenly interested in this?"

"The idea of ​​a series of martial arts killing methods I developed is similar to that of firearms."

Hong Fan replied.

"I think this road has great potential, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is earth-shaking."

This is the first time that Zhuang Liren heard him so highly admiring a certain technology.

(End of this chapter)