Mountains and giant beasts, cabins in the woods

In the previous life, electrification was the hallmark of modern civilization.

Even without advanced digital devices, the basic necessities of "upstairs and downstairs, lights and telephones" can greatly improve the quality of life.

Liu Xingmo knew all too well how torturous oil lamps and candles were after 19 years.

Not only does the black smoke sting your nose, but you also have to constantly adjust the wick. The lighting is also unstable; a slight breeze can blow the flame out. In short, it's countless times more troublesome than a light bulb.

The caravan delivered a complete set of equipment, and Liu Xingmo was itching to get his hands on it, but he still found the instruction manual and went to his study to study it carefully.

This is a steam engine-driven generator, along with a battery assembly. The principle is the same as in my previous life.

Liu Xingmo carefully noted down the structure and function of the components and supplemented his own circuit design diagram.

Early the next morning.

Liu Xingmo quickly made contact with the merchant and went to the market to buy many thin bamboo poles and tree sap.

Everything is ready; let's begin construction.

Use a steel chisel to drill through the bamboo pole, insert two electrical wires through it, and then nail these sections of bamboo pole to the wall according to the blueprint, sealing the joints with resin.

Light bulbs were installed on the ceilings of the bedroom, study, and kitchen.

These wires run downwards to the battery on the third floor of the fortress, where the generator is also located and assembled according to the instructions.

Liu Xingmo carefully checked the machine three times to make sure there were no mistakes, and then started the machine.

Water was added to the boiler, and then coal was used to ignite a large fire. A small steam engine emitted white smoke, and the power shaft drove the coil to rotate.

In the cutting reaction of the electromagnetic field, an electric current is generated. The battery stores this energy, and the wiring begins to get slightly warm.

Liu Xingmo kept a close watch, preparing for any unforeseen circumstances. Fortunately, there were no problems.

The voltmeter attached to the battery rotates slowly; turn off the machine when the pointer is almost at the bottom.

With excitement, Liu Xingmo went to the bedroom, reached out and grabbed the light switch cord, and pulled it down.

With a soft "click," the incandescent bulb emitted light, illuminating the dimly lit room with the curtains drawn.

"Mary! Look, there's a light!" Liu Xingmo shouted excitedly.

Sumali rolled over in bed, blinked, and muttered, "You're done installing it? Why did you install it in the bedroom...?"

"That's obviously so...where else would you put it if not in the bedroom?" Liu Xingmo was at a loss for words. "Don't worry about that! Look how convenient this light bulb is!"

"Click! Click! Click!" Liu Xingmo repeatedly pulled the switch rope.

The light bulbs on the ceiling flickered, making my eyes sting.

"Xingmo, you're acting like a child..." Sumali chuckled. "Back in Silvermoon Castle, Miss Setia loved playing with electric lights like this. Hehehe..."

"I'm different from her!" Liu Xingmo stopped what he was doing. "I'm checking the circuit to make sure the equipment is running smoothly. What does Sister Setia know about electricity and electric fields? She's just playing around."

"Okay, okay, I'm a mature and steady young man. Please turn off the light and let me sleep a little longer..." Su Mali covered her face with the blanket and drifted back to sleep.

This woman loves to sleep in as much as she loves to stay up late.

Liu Xingmo used to think this was due to his vampire bloodline, but now he has a different perspective.

Those who practice Taoist cultivation seem to all be like this...

The students of Yin State didn't get up until the sun was high in the sky, and only went to sleep when the roosters crowed and the dogs barked. Even that old lady was like that.

After all, the cultivation of Tao requires a high level of knowledge, and learning and research will accompany one throughout life.

Why not go to bed early and wake up early to make better use of time? Because research requires seizing a fleeting moment of inspiration; you can't just sleep whenever you want. That was Su Mali's answer.

Liu Xingmo felt that it was simply because these people were too lazy.

Regardless, having a light bulb is ultimately a happy thing.

Liu Xingmo then spent some time installing light bulbs in several key areas of the fortress hall and the alchemy workshop.

Around noon, the doorbell rang softly.

It was Su Dabao and Du Xiaomei, the students, who arrived.

Liu Xingmo quickly went downstairs and opened the door: "You're here, come in quickly."

"Uncle!" "Mr. Liu!" the two greeted each other.

Liu Xingmo reached out and grabbed the thin rope by the door, pulling hard.

In an instant, three incandescent bulbs lit up overhead, casting a warm glow throughout the empty fortress hall.

Su Dabao smiled憨厚ly: "The light is installed? I was thinking of coming back to help."

Du Xiaomei remained calm.

Both of them came from developed countries and were used to technological equipment.

Liu Xingmo felt like he had punched thin air, and said listlessly, "Let's go, let's get to work. Today we'll produce the healing potion."

……

The coal burned fiercely, and the clanging sounds of machinery echoed through the factory.

On the gray cement floors, walls, and ceilings stand black steel pipes, valves, and reactors. The harmonious and stable coexistence of gray and black weaves an industrial concerto.

Su Dabao walked back and forth in the room, inspecting each pressure gauge and recording the readings of the brass pointers under the glass covers.

"The gas pressure in boiler number two is unstable!" he shouted.

"Received." On the other side, Du Xiaomei, with her petite body, hugged the valve handle tightly and twisted it at a 30-degree angle.

"The air pressure has returned to equilibrium!" Su Dabao smiled happily. "Xiaomei, you're really quick."

"It's not that I did a good job, but this production line is really professional!" Du Xiaomei exclaimed in amazement. "Every process is equipped with a monitor and controller, which is enough to respond quickly to any unexpected problems."

"Now that you mention it, I also think these pipes are different from the school's factory buildings." Su Dabao looked around. The incandescent lights didn't bring much light; instead, they added shadows. "There are just too many pipes, densely packed together, very complicated."

"The West's technological development has reached such a level that it's half a generation ahead of our Great Yin!"

Du Xiaomei examined the straight and crisscrossing pipes, as well as the pressure gauges and valves, and a sense of resentment welled up in her heart.

"Our university should be at the forefront of steam engine research! I never imagined that we would be surpassed so much without even realizing it."

"Then you're wrong, Xiaomei. Actually, the West isn't that advanced." Su Mali placed her hand on the reactor, illuminating the neat and smooth geometric patterns. "This equipment was designed with the help of Xingmo. The complex control system was all his proposal."

The rolling flames cast a red glow onto the black steel. The entire machine seemed to come alive, breathing deeply amidst its roar.

Liu Xingmo was wearing a vest and had a towel draped around his neck. He shoveled and added coal to the stove.

The fire intensified, spewing from the furnace opening and making the air hot.

Liu Xingmo's face, covered in coal dust, was as hard as steel, solidified into a statue under the red light.

Su Dabao and Du Xiaomei both looked at the man with surprise and suspicion.

Liu Xingmo leaned on his shovel and smiled slightly: "I am not very talented, but I have read some books on engineering design."