Gastens? Warren was woken up by a cold wind. He opened his eyes just in time to see his father, Demart? Warren's back. In recent days, every morning when the chickens crow for the third time, Delmatt has opened the door of this feed warehouse, allowing the late winter wind to wake up his most uneasy child.

"Oh, Daddy, can't you just let me sleep a little longer?"

Gastens sat up from the straw pile, fine crumbs of grass falling from his body and merging into the straw everywhere. This fodder storehouse belonged to the landlord, Lord Bass, and was to be used as a stable for the horses during the day, and it was only at nightfall that the groom led the horses to the stone stables in the backyard of the main building, and Gastens had the right to spend a long, cold night wrapped in a felt cloth of no discernible color.

"If you want to sleep in a straw pile for the rest of your life, then you can sleep, and then Lord Bass will sell you, don't say I didn't warn you."

Demart and his wife, Irene? Warren gave birth to a total of eight children, three girls and five boys, and only four survived. Gastens is the youngest of the four brothers and the smartest. For a while, Delmatte thought that his youngest son would be better than himself, only to find that he was just better at causing trouble. Last month, Lord Bass invited the nobles of the city, and Gastens, who didn't know what to do, actually looked up and stared directly at the young lady among the guests, and the look frightened the young lady and lost the face of Lord Bath. Had it not been for Gastens patting his chest and saying that he could fix the broken steam stone mill at the riverside mill, De Mart estimated that his young son would have been sold to the Johor Bahru Mine by now, and that life would be worse than death.

"Oh, Dad, don't worry, I know what's wrong."

Reluctantly, Gastens got up, walked past Delmat, picked up his tin teapot, scooped half a glass of water from the sink at the door of the feed warehouse, and rinsed it in his mouth. Although it has been a long time since he returned from that world, Gastens still maintains some basic hygiene habits. In his opinion, these small actions and persistence are a tool to prove that he really had that experience, and a reminder that he can remember his purpose.

Gastens? Warren, an unassuming serf living in an inconspicuous town on the edge of the Ankenrein Empire, has experiences that no one can imagine. He had watched the end of the Wizard Era, charged with a heavy steam backpack, and watched himself die in war. He is smart and tenacious, but he can't see the truth behind the surface because of his lack of education. The war that almost destroyed the entire world left this world with many legends and epics that could be sung for a hundred years, but all that was left to him was pain and despair before death.

Participated in the war as a serf and died as a major. In Gastens' short life, he was confronted with many unanswered questions. Why can the nobles be on top, while the serfs don't necessarily have a full meal? Why is it that in this world, some people live so hard, while others can indulge in sex? Why, himself, and those like himself, are doomed to become slaves, cannon fodder, corpses, and rotten meat?

In his world, Gastens did not find an answer until he died, he did not know why he was fighting, and he did not know why he was alive. But after his death, in the magical world he experienced, he found the answer. The education of modern civilization and the crystallization of two thousand years of human civilization have turned this little serf into a sponge with strong suction. He continued to absorb the knowledge of that world, study, record, and make up his mind to bring those beautiful things to this backward and ignorant world.

One hundred and twenty-seven years later, Gastens finally returned to his starting point, the town on the western edge of the Ankenrein Empire, a past that had been blurred in his memory. When he woke up on an ordinary morning and smelled the familiar and unfamiliar smell of horse manure, he cried silently, heartily, and unrestrainedly.

This time, he is no longer the illiterate and ignorant serf Gastens, he is a messenger who vows to subvert and change this world with a gift from another civilization, a revolutionary who sees the future of this world, finds the answer to his inner questions, and clearly knows his goals and missions.

He wants to light a beacon fire in his own world.

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"I'll go to the field first, Father Ceuta says it's going to rain lately, and we'll have to get the wheat in a hurry, and I've borrowed a set of tools from old Mobmos, and you're going to repair the steam stone mill to-day." If it's really repaired, if you kid is lucky, if you can't fix it, I'll go and beg Peris not to let him send you to the pits behind New Bahru. ”

Although he scolded his son, Demart was a father after all. Even though the status of a serf deprived him of almost all his rights, he still fought for the interests of this unconscious son within his ability. The most handy tool used by the old blacksmith Mobmoss, the harvest task to help his son complete, and the possibility of going to kneel down for the old butler Perris, he Demart has already done it, and the rest is to see if his little son, who has been a little abnormal recently, can fix the steam stone mill as he said.

The stone mill located on the banks of the Liuyin River is the landlord Lauries? Bath's father, the elder Bath's generation, built on the old wind mill, and while retaining the wind mill wheel, a second-hand, hissing steam engine was added as power, and it was the only mechanical mill in Willow Shade. Equipped with a steam engine, the mill could continue to grind flour during the dry season, and had earned a lot of kroner for Bath over the past decade. It's a pity that after all, it's a second-hand machine, and it's getting older, and there are no big people in Liuyin Town who understand steam engines. At the beginning of this year, the old machine went on strike with a rattle and has been ill ever since. Mr. Bass asked someone to make an appointment with a steam expert on the Johor Bahru mine to repair it, but the man was said to be very busy, or he couldn't afford this little money, so he didn't show up until now. And it was at this point in time that Gastens got his hands on the steam engine.

When Gastens walked to the steam mill on the banks of the Willow River, the town bell had just struck nine times, and the early spring sun was hanging obliquely in the southeast corner of the sky, illuminating Gastens's skin a little itchy. He casually pushed open the dilapidated wooden door of the steam mill, only to find a figure unexpectedly coming.

"Yo, little Garth, you're here!"

The stone steam mill is five meters high, and in the rectangular building of more than 60 square meters, a large black steam engine occupies most of the space. A large iron square shaft protrudes from the cylinder of the steam engine and is attached to a large iron flywheel. A middle-aged serf, dressed in a jute undershirt with the word Bass on his shoulder, sat dangling on a propeller shaft, watched Gastens push the door in, got up enthusiastically, and greeted him.

"Brother Cheka, why are you here? What about the work in the field? Gastens was a little surprised by the Cheka's arrival. Unlike him, who was not yet eighteen years old, the Cheka was one of the strongest serfs under the command of Lord Bass, and if he disappeared from the field, the overseer Fat Ash would go crazy.

"It was Fat Ash who asked me to come, saying let me keep an eye on you, don't sabotage, and take a hand by the way." Cheka squeezed his eyebrows at Gastens with a smile on his face, "You kid bragged that he could fix the steam engine, and Lord Bass didn't look in a hurry, but he was actually nervous." I've heard that the people on the other side of Johor Bahru will pay 90 crowns for a repair, and Lord Bass will definitely be reluctant to do so. ”

"So even a kid like me would like to try it?" Gastens placed the old blacksmith's tool bag beside the boiler and began to look at the machine earnestly. To his left was a cylinder of cast iron, about four meters high, with a thick iron pipe sticking out of its top, turning in the air and entering a horizontal cylinder through a steam diverter the size of a basin. On one side of the shunt, there is a follower rod with the thickness of a small arm, which is connected to the reciprocating valve inside the shunt. When the steam rushes out of the iron pipe, it will enter the cylinder, push the piston connecting rod to drive the transmission shaft, so that the flywheel fixed on the stone mill rotates, and the concentric disc that rotates with the flywheel will pull the follower rod, so that the steam will flow into both sides of the cylinder in turn, and push the piston to continue to move. From the basic structure, this is a prototype watt steam engine, although there are no centrifugal governors, steam indicators and other accessories, but the core components are ready.

"If you can help Lord Bass save ninety crowns, he can't love you too late, how can he really care about you looking at other people's eldest lady?"

The Cheka and Gastens had a good relationship, so although they were sent to oversee the work, they did not look like overseers at all. He watched Gastens look around the steam engine and look left and right, and asked with some unease, "Little Gas, are you sure you can fix this thing?" Old Mobmoss has been a blacksmith for many years, and he has no way to take this thing, how can you fix it well, you little boy with no hair? ”

"Don't worry, Uncle Cheka, I know it."

Gastens didn't look back, his eyes were full of the machine. Although he has all the knowledge of power machinery in that world, and also understands the development history of steam engines in that world, and even made no less than 20 steam engines of various principles and specifications by himself, when he saw the steam engine in his own world, Gastens was still a little numb. He'd snuck in a few times before, and he had a preliminary idea of what was wrong with this machine. But in order to avoid arousing suspicion, he still has to go through the inspection process.

"Okay, if you want to help, you tell me."

Cheka admonished, found a warm corner in the sun and sat down. As serfs, they had no time to rest, and they were tired to death every day when they were busy farming, and now that they had finally picked up a good job as an overseer, the Cheka planned to seize the time to rest. Gastens watched him close his eyes, opened the access door to the steam generator, and climbed inside.

Unlike the earth world, which relies on burning coal and boiling water to produce steam, this world sources energy from an ore called pyroxene. This is a very stable energy ore, except for the magician who can directly direct the energy in the pyroxene, ordinary people can only use a metal called burning gold to contact the pyroxene, in order to release the energy of the pyroxene and make them continue to heat. As long as the burning gold continues to touch the pyroxene, the pyroxene will continue to emit heat until it runs out of energy. Thanks to this miraculous ore, the world's steam engines are replaced by closed steam generators and pyroxene embedded in the bottom of the steam generators.

Gastens checked the state of the pyroxene inside the steam generator, he didn't have much chance to touch pyroxene in his first life, but he had learned the most basic knowledge when changing the energy source of the steam pack on the battlefield. Judging from the color and shape of these pyroxenes, they are not of high grade, and if they are placed on the Xinshan mine, they may barely be regarded as the lowest grade E. Gastens observed for a moment, pressing the exciter with his hand, so that the exciterizer, which was distributed in a square array of three by three, was in contact with the pyroxene embedded in the bottom of the steam generator, wanting to check the state of the pyroxene. After about ten seconds, five of the remaining seven pyroxene in the nine grooves at the bottom of the steam generator lit up, emitting a hazy yellow light. Gastens lightly touched the two glowing pyroxene with his hand, and found that they had no temperature, knowing that the energy of the two pyroxene had been depleted. He placed his finger next to the other glowing pyroxenes, and could feel the obvious temperature, knowing that there were still some energy remnants in these pyroxenes.

Gastens spent half an hour in the steam generator, taking the opportunity to learn more about the construction of the steam engine. Then, he circled the machine a few times to reconfirm the problem, and then turned around and woke up the falling Cheka.

"What, can it be solved?"

The Cheka scratched his head, sleepy-eyed. He looked at the machine that was dismantled by Gastens and gasped, "My God, if you can't fix it and disassemble the machine like this, let Master Bass know that he will definitely sell you!" ”

"Don't worry, Brother Cheka", Gastens patted his chest, "Don't you know me?" Absolutely! ”

Cheka rolled his eyes and pouted and stepped forward, "I'm not poor with you, what can I help?" ”

"Oh, really," Gastens said, turning and pointing to the half-dismantled cylinder, "can you pull this propeller shaft out?" I suspect that the cylinder head inside is deformed, blocking the air vent, and I can't pull it. ”

Cheka nodded, rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward to help, but at this moment, the door behind them was pushed open again, and the tall and thin figure of the butler Peris appeared in the doorway.

"What are you doing? Kobrin, the steam engine expert from the Johor Bahru mines, will come in the afternoon, and Lord Bass and Miss Jelina will come with him! Garstens, Cheka, you two dismantled this machine like this, what if it can't be repaired? Want to be whipped? ”