When Dong Fazhen met Wu Yonglin in Lishui Village on the first day, he felt that he would never have enough topics to talk to with this person.

Wu Yonglin's erudition made him almost beat his chest and stamp his feet. Dong Fazhen knew almost everything, Wu Yonglin knew what Wu Yonglin knew, but Dong Fazhen knew nothing.

Wu Yonglin can talk about every theory in "Mozi's Relics" for three days and three nights. When Dong Fazhen talked about that kind of wooden kite, his only proud killer was criticized by the other party's so-called "hot air balloon" and "airship". When Wu Yonglin told him that when the Kongming lantern was large enough, he could actually bring people to heaven, he realized that Wu Yonglin's imagination was almost making him crazy. Why did Dong Fazhen never think of this?

Just as Dong Fazhen was thinking hard about how to build a large enough Kongming lantern to send people to heaven, another major event happened in Lishui Village that he had unexpectedly expected, such as a huge water truck, a huge stone mill, and a wide third-level platform. Each link was almost in perfect harmony. Everyone could stand at the end of the third-level platform without much effort, and just pick up a bowl and constantly scoop up the golden sand into the basket.

On the day when the whole set of devices were up, Dong Fazhen stood next to the water wheel stone mill and thought for the whole night. Facing the monster that seemed to be swaying in the claws, he was more excited than anyone else.

In the military weapon surveillance, Wu Yonglin was even more in water. In just five days, he made the strange-shaped chain mail. He also saw some familiar expressions from Liu Li's eyes, which were almost exactly the same as his expression standing next to the water wheel stone mill that night, with surprise, admiration, and a new understanding of the rules and order of this world.

The long and short weapons called "Breaking Wave Sword" and the ribs created in the small courtyard with Wu Yonglin opened his eyes. They were also weapons of swords, which made Dong Fazhen feel a special feeling. It turned out that weapons could be forged as life as if they were alive, and there was no need for famous swords like "Gan Jiang" and "Mo Ye" to require swordsman to inject souls with life and blood.

What Dong Fazhen admired the most was that Wu Yonglin never concealed these so-called secrets. He was even afraid that the other party would not learn this ability, so he taught it very carefully, seriously, widely quoted, quoted scriptures and were easy to understand.

The moon was wearing a strange halo, looking coldly at the two people who were still busy on the rock. Dong Fazhen, who was standing on the stone, helped Wu Yonglin hand over the empty bamboo tube in his belly, while Wu Yonglin kept pouring black gunpowder, iron filings and other items into it, then put it in a piece of lead wire that was neither long nor short, then sealed it with red mud, and finally wrapped it with moisture-proof oil paper, and hid it in a cave that only they knew.

Wu Yonglin told Dong Fazhen that this time he would take Liu Li and Liu Yishu's two grandfathers and grandchildren, as well as the craftsmen who were looted from Sichuan. Wu Yonglin wanted to take them home, a place they had been dreaming about. Dali was not their home, so they were all willing to go hiking mountains and wading through the waters with Wu Yonglin, and overcome all obstacles. The temptation of going home was so great for everyone.

"It's just that the mountains and roads are high and the roads are far away. The people of Gao will never let you go easily. Aren't you sending them to the tiger's mouth?" Dong Fazhen asked worriedly.

"First take a detour to Tubo, and then go back to Chengdu. Although it is a little farther away, this kind of opportunity is very great. If there is a real obstacle, I don't mind taking a tiger's teeth."

"Will you come to Dali in the future?"

"I guess it won't be possible. Many Dali people died because of me. I'm afraid that I will step into this land again. Many people will not be able to help but take off my head, which may be worth a little silver. You can come to Tubo to see me, and I'll show you something new at that time."

"I still won't go anymore. I'm afraid that once I go, I will never want to come back. Every time you make the novel things, I am shocked, even more sighing, I feel frightened, I want to live a few more years."

"Learning is endless, but you are the easiest person among all the people I have ever met. I wrote something for you, which is a gift I gave you when we meet. If we can't pass that test tomorrow, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to give it to you."

When Dong Fazhen spread out the papers handed over by Wu Yonglin, his eyes were lit up excitedly. Wu Yonglin drew a special pattern for him, which was the kind of hot air balloon that could be carried to the sky. There were dense small characters written next to the pattern, annotating every material that made the hot air balloon.

"Is this really possible?" Dong Fazhen asked in disbelief.

"It is not a one-day effort, but a one-person power can be achieved. Once this thing is successful, it can fly to the sky, carry people, and travel around the world, which is a small matter."

Dong Fazhen grabbed this precious picture and ran away like a wild person. Tonight he would probably become a moon chasing person.

The winter solstice has arrived at this most inappropriate time. In the coldest time of the year, after Wu Yonglin repeatedly ordered that the fire be allowed to be heated tonight, the group sleeping in the mountains suffered a lot.

A craftsman was spitting and telling everyone about the best day that was happening in the distant Chengdu: "On this day, everyone will go to the restaurant. The first thing everyone said when they ran to the restaurant was 'Waiter, come with a pound of mutton, a pound of mutton offals, and two ounces of soybean wine by the way'. The mutton was taken off from a fat sheep that I just slaughtered. It was fat but not greasy, and it was smooth in the mouth. Drink a sip of soybean wine and stuff a piece of mutton offals into my mouth to relieve greasybeans. That tastes."

Wu Yonglin looked at the guys who were swallowing desperately and couldn't help laughing. There was no doubt that the quenching of thirst in plums had a certain effect. Just now, they were listless, sighing, trembling, and their teeth were frozen and giggling. A group of people who were like eggplant beaten by frost immediately returned to their original spirit. Wu Yonglin had to sigh that at any time, spiritual satisfaction could overcome any physical hardship.

The most difficult night was finally spent in a joke and laughing atmosphere. Everyone was not as bad as they imagined. Perhaps it was the arduous environment of Lishui Village that made them strong. Except for a few yawning, everyone still had magical energy in this bitter environment. Even the craftsmen who used to live in the adobe house of the military weapon prison were not affected by this harsh environment. Wu Yonglin realized from their calves that the sweat of these people in the military weapon prison was not less than the gold diggers in the Lishui Village.

Dong Fazhen seemed to have not slept all night, with swollen eyes red and kept marking the papers. He couldn't help but shiver just now, but his spirit was surprisingly good. He leaned against the stone and curled up. After Wu Yonglin walked over, he realized that the old man had really fallen asleep as soon as he said he was sleeping, and a slight snoring sound came from his nose.
Chapter completed!