September 29, autumn is already deep.

Every morning in Xijing, there is frost.

In the streets and alleys, mutton soup and dog meat are selling more and more prosperously.

In the afternoon, the sun rises to the heart of heaven and warms people's bodies.

Smelling the pimple in his hand, he drank the pimple in his hand and wiped his mouth.

Then he looked at the pennant standing on the sidelines.

Flag hunting, visible wind.

"Let's get started."

Wen Zhongguan instructed the team of the Second Hospital.

Zhu Jingfu and Jia Ziyong nodded, and under the attention of hundreds of people, they pushed the "plane" in the shed out.

The aircraft, named "Gimhae", is made of wood throughout, and the propellers are driven by human speed chain gears.

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

According to the standards of the "human-powered aircraft" of the previous life, the aspect ratio of the Gimhae was not large enough to theoretically fly stably.

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

As a driver and power source, the Wenzhongguan output can stabilize at 12,000 kilowatts, which is four times that of the top track cyclists in the previous life.

This equates to sixteen horsepower, which is more than a motorcycle with a displacement of 150cc.

The plane got on the concrete road and came to a steady stop.

"Young eunuch, Gong Zhuang is also here."

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

Wenzhong nodded and took a deep breath.

There was silence around the venue.

The propellers begin to spin, driving the plane forward.

The speed picks up and the wind grows stronger.

Wen Zhongguan forgot everything, and only pushed his legs with all his might.

The runway was coming to an end, and after several bumps, the Gimhae finally took off.

The cheers came far behind, but they couldn't hear it.

He didn't even dare to take a second look at the scenery below him, but just stabilized the rudder to grasp the direction of the wind, as he had done countless drills on the ground.

About two minutes later, the Gimhae circled over the superintendent and realigned with the runway.

"It's coming down!"

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

Smell the flaps to reduce the power, glide down.

The wooden frame shook and finally landed steadily on the concrete road.

The Gimhae came to a slow halt.

The cheers of hundreds of people burst out, converging into a vague buzz.

People gathered around from afar.

Hearing the middle of the view, but not leaving the seat.

He leaned back in his chair and looked up at the clear blue sky, as if he had returned to Jinhai in a trance, back to two years ago.

At that time, others were like stagnant water, full of depression, how can they think of today?

As soon as he thought about it, Wen Zhongguan couldn't help but turn his gaze back to look for his reinvention benefactor.

"Young Master Hong!"

The shouts broke through the noise.

Hong Fan didn't know what he meant, looked at it with a smile, and saw Wen Zhongguan crawling off the driver's seat, staggering, and hugging himself with his hands stained with vegetable lubricating oil.

"I've done it, we've done it!"

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

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

"Teacher, why are you crying?"

Zhu Jingfu, who caught up, asked in surprise.

For so many years, he had never seen a teacher cry.

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

Hong Fan only shook his head.

"Cry, cry! If you don't cry today, how long will you stay? ”

He hugged Wen Zhongguan with his backhand.

"From now on, ten years, one hundred years and thousands of years, but there are still people, but there is still history, there will be the names of his Zhongshan, your Zhu Jingfu, and Jia Ziyong......"

"From now on, you will be the father of Dahua aircraft!"

Hong Fan laughed loudly.

As soon as these words came out, they erased the noise.

In the hundreds of scorching eyes, Zhu Jingfu seemed to be covered in electricity, squatting on the ground.

Hearing this, Zhongguan even tugged on to Hong Fan's clothes, howling like a child.

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Half an hour later.

The chief supervisor made a study.

"With your participation in the two projects of the Second Hospital, I always thought that it could be done."

Zhuang Liren said.

"I just didn't expect it to work this time."

"With the Jinhai, I'm afraid that Young Eunuch Wen will be able to go to the next level soon."

As he spoke, his gaze softened as he looked at the young man sitting across from him.

Hong Fan has only been in Xijing for half a year, and has already brought out many major achievements.

Zhuang Liren remembered and thought about it, and only felt as if he had returned to twenty years ago, shedding his slightly aged body, and feeling the vitality from the bottom of his heart, as well as the pure joy that followed.

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

He continued.

"But the reaction over there was much colder than I thought - it seems that this thing has been around for a long time, and it's not unusual."

Hong Fan nodded, not surprised.

He understands that Dahua is different from his previous life.

Because of the increase in martial arts on the human body, many people can make many subtle things without knowing why in the absence of basic theory.

After all, these results are piecemeal.

The geographical gap and the slow synchronization of information have led to different technical levels in different places.

A few rounds of tea talks.

Hong Fan was looking for an opportunity to show his intentions, but was broken by Zhuang Liren.

"I guess you came to me to ask about Liu Xiu and Jin Ziming, and whether there is a follow-up to Wang Mincai's case?"

The latter asked.

Hong Fan smiled bitterly and nodded.

"I can't hide it from Zhuang Gong."

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

He sighed.

The analysis of what Wu Hongya said is not a lie.

However, it is the practice of Hong Fan and his life to prepare for the worst.

"This matter has been revealed, so you can put your heart back in your stomach."

Zhuang Liren put down the teacup and said it categorically.

"The outcome of this matter has been decided."

Wang Min confessed to the murder; Wang Chengxuan was soft in private, and he would accept the transfer in a few days. ”

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

"Next, the battlefield between the two sides will be transferred to the Fubo Gang."

He gave a brief account of the whole situation.

"Anyway, don't worry. As a horseman, he obeys orders and acts uprightly; No matter how hard they fight, you won't be implicated! ”

"Thank you, Gong Zhuang!"

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

Zhuang Liren only waved his hand.

"What about Wang Mincai? Now that he has confessed to the murder, what will he do? ”

After returning to his seat, Hong Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Naturally, it's a gentle drop."

Zhuang Liren replied.

"Otherwise, why did Jin Ziming let Wang Chengxuan bow his head?"

The voice is neither salty nor light, and the tone cannot be heard.

Hong Fan was speechless.

The answer is not known.

All the questions that should have been asked, it should have been the time to leave.

But Hong Fan was about to get up when he remembered something again.

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

He asked.

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

"There are naturally superintendents; However, this dynasty prohibits private ironclad firearms, and the people must not have them. ”

Zhuang Liren was quite surprised when he heard this.

"Why are you suddenly interested in this?"

"The series of martial arts killing methods I developed are similar to the ideas of firearms."

Hong Fan replied.

"I think this path has great potential, and it's not an exaggeration to say that it's earth-shattering."

This is the first time that Zhuang Liren has heard him admire a certain technology so much.

(End of chapter)