Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 135 If Heaven Does Not Send the Fourth Disaster, the World Will Be in Darkness Forever

There are not one, but three sets of built-in tracks for carriages.

Two groups transport cargo and one group carries people.

The passenger carriage was driving on the far right, while the other two groups of cargo horses were running very fast, constantly going back and forth between the warehouse, workshop, and mine.

Whenever horse-drawn goods arrived, the workshop workers would trot out and help unload the heavy cargo.

Although the daily work is tiring, the wages offered by the workshop are better than those for odd jobs. One person's earnings can feed the whole family, so they are willing to endure hardships in exchange for hard-earned money.

The cold winter wind whistled through the gaps in the player's room. Wen Pan unconsciously moved closer to Li Mu's arm, as if this could make her warmer.

The singing of the "Potato Soldiers" rang in my ears, and the potato soldiers in the workshops along the way heard it and took over to hum a few lines.

The workshop area is a special area where ordinary people are restricted from entering. A militia is stationed to guard the outside and patrol the inside. Only invited merchants and craftsmen are qualified to enter this restricted area.

The workshop area is filled with houses of varying sizes, with hundreds of workers coming in and out.

Thick black smoke belched out of the workshop chimney, and white steam was occasionally emitted with the low impact of iron tools, filling the sky above the workshop area and forming a thin white mist.

The heavy iron machine squeezed the round paper packages hard, and soon a large amount of dark brown liquid flowed out, and a strong smell of sesame oil hit the face.

"Shhhhh-"

Loud whistles pierced the air, and a dozen people pushed the bottom winch of an iron and wood structure machine to make it turn.

The tall crane comes with a large "cage". As long as a group of people get into the cage and run like hamsters, the iron frame will lift net after net of heavy goods and fill them into the shelves.

The endless machines and workshops dazzled Wen Pan.

She never dreamed that the combination of pig iron and wood could produce such exquisite things.

It seems that the little "secret techniques" I learned every ten days are far from enough.

However, the little "mathematical thinking" she developed from studying arithmetic did come in handy.

These three sets of "tracks" that extended to the end of her sight were long and straight. She rode in the carriage for a long time but still didn't reach the end.

This shows that the three sets of tracks consumed a lot of pig iron, and the cumulative cost must have been high.

She didn't understand why she should invest money in this. Horse-drawn carts were indeed faster, but it was like spending money to save time.

For Yang Wenpan, who grew up in an agricultural society, there is no precise concept of time, nor is there any efficiency calculation or investment return ratio based on the principle of "time is money". Instead, he believes that money is more important than time.

The vast majority of middle and lower-level landlords would rather walk all day, or be so stingy as to affect their health, than save the little money they consider precious.

Spending extra money to save time is a waste in their eyes.

Even though Wen Pan didn't understand, she thought any decision made by Mr. Li was right.

After all, since Mr. Li's arrival, all that has happened to the people of Yangjia Village is good news—

People never missed three full meals a day. In addition to taking care of their own land, every household had time to work in the workshop to earn some extra money.

Some farmers simply sent half of their family members to work in the workshops for a long time. They earned a lot of wages every month, and the farmers gradually became able to have enough food and clothing.

Following the carriage and admiring the surprising and shocking workshop scenes along the way, Wen Pan and his party finally arrived at their destination.

The freight car track turned a corner ahead and continued forward, but the carriage carrying people stopped at the relatively quiet workshop.

She followed Mr. Li out of the car.

However, a few potato soldiers did not follow the usual path. They deliberately wanted to show off their skills in getting off the carriage. They supported themselves on the top edge of the carriage with one hand, shouted "waist and horse are one", and then fell flat on their faces in front of everyone.

This caused Wen Pan to burst out laughing. The other players also laughed heartily, not caring at all about their colleagues' faces.

The potato soldiers who landed on the ground dusted off their bodies and walked quickly to the front as if nothing had happened, as if their silent backs could ease the embarrassment of their stupid behavior just now.

Looking through the gaps in the potato soldiers' ranks, Wen Pan saw a huge wheel-shaped object standing by a rushing river, like a waterwheel for irrigating fields.

Several perfectly straightened logs stood in the clearing, their tips entwined with some dark, stiff wire, interspersed with small objects she couldn't understand. The players leading these events gathered around them with gusto, like children raising their heads proudly after getting a perfect score on a test, awaiting their parents' reward. The glint in their eyes seemed to be gleaming.

When Li Mu saw the waterwheel-like machine and the wooden pole with a long line wrapped around it, he already knew the answer.

However, he was a liberal arts student before he traveled through time, and he didn't quite understand what players used to make the insulating covering of the wires.

He expressed his doubts.

"Flip-flops... When we first tested their performance, the plastic from flip-flops was sufficient. But now that demand has increased, we've switched to using lacquer and burlap. We wrap the copper wire in burlap and then soak it in lacquer..."

The player was still explaining to himself, but Li Mu was stunned.

The three short words "flip-flops" were like three punches hitting his chest.

This prop, which he initially regarded as "waste", actually came in handy in this link.

He deeply realized what it meant to "I was born to be useful", even flip-flops that were useless in ancient times could be turned into treasures by the fourth disaster.

Li Mu couldn't help but admire in his heart, flip-flops are great, game players are also good mentors.

Although the players had already made preparations for the project, they still waited until dusk before asking the guide to come over for inspection.

Two players were seen climbing up the watchtower, one holding an electric wire, and the other holding an ellipsoidal glass under his arm, through which curved filaments could be vaguely seen.

By the time they had finished installing the glass and electrical wires, the sky had gradually darkened, like a curtain of light blue and dark blue, with a ray of ember-like glow left at the end of the line between the earth and the sky.

Then the players began to play music and dance——

They wore iron helmets, pounded steel plates, clanged iron hammers, lit several incense sticks and inserted them into the grooves on the top of the helmets, then danced enthusiastically towards the direction of the wires and light bulbs.

They were like industrial shamans performing dances to please the machine spirits.

Wen Pan asked them in confusion what they were doing.

Li Mu replied that the victorious warriors would comfort themselves with dance and music, and these people were also warriors who fought in different battlefields and returned victoriously.

This uniquely charming "industrial dance music" attracted nearby workers and gamers returning from work to watch. Within a short while, hundreds of people had gathered on one side.

After the dance ended, the players cast expectant glances at Li Mu. Li Mu understood and said calmly, "Let's begin."

"okay."

A player opened the square box hanging under the eaves of the workshop, used a tool to flip the hanging switch to the top, and heard a buzzing sound.

A dazzling light suddenly appeared on the watchtower, radiating around through the ellipsoidal glass cover.

Its light dispels darkness and brings light far brighter than oil lamps and candles to humans at night.

The ordinary workers were all stunned. This ever-bright light that seemed like magic attracted the attention of every one of them.

It was always on, bright enough that even in the dim evening, the workers could clearly see the wrinkles on their colleagues' faces.

Some people subconsciously took a few steps forward, reaching out to touch the invisible light source. Some were so shocked that their legs went weak and they sat on the ground. Some seemed to have lost their souls and just stared blankly.

Screams, joy, wailing, panic, stammering... sounds expressing many complex emotions came one after another, but more workers slowly accepted this "heart-shocking" light.

Wen Pan was also mesmerized watching from the side. The power of the "scientific secret technique" was so strong that it could even illuminate the night as if it were daytime.

Li Mu looked around and saw that all the players had touched and excited expressions. Their eyes seemed to be filled with tears, and there was also light reflected from the lights.

All souls from modern society resonate spiritually at this moment, and the lights that only they can understand bring endless sense of accomplishment and pride.

Ever since humans mastered fire to fight against the darkness, Li Mu and the players can finally proudly declare—

The beacon of science that has come across hundreds of years has helped mankind defeat the darkness.

(End of this chapter)