I Like This Dream!

There was nothing worth mentioning about the winter of this year. In the electric greenhouse, Ansu spent a warmer winter than in Thebes.

There are still no coal mines found near the Wenjialuo Defense Line, and transporting coal over long distances is too luxurious; wind power is still being tested, and problems such as speed control need to be solved. The daily electricity production is still not much, and electric heating wires are only used by a small number of people. . But now that the population on the defense line is much larger than before, they don't have to rely solely on dead branches and leaves collected in autumn to stay warm. They can burn other things.

This starts with the animal husbandry of Wenjialuo.

In addition to shadow deer (for horns, mounts, and pack animals) and ground squirrels (for meat and fur), the third most widely domesticated species is the big-horned sheep. This kind of magical sheep will develop into strange beasts once they reach adulthood, without exception, but the innate abilities they produce are as gentle and harmless as their personalities, and are incompatible with the ferocious local wild animals in Wenjialuo: not offensive, not defensive They can't even be used to escape. Bighorn sheep have only one talent, which is to make them look gentle and amiable, so that no creature can attack them*.

Relying on this strange talent, this soft useless animal has survived on the Wengaro Defense Line to this day. The locals have also made up various legends for them. For example, bighorn sheep are the sheep herded by God in the Bible, or they are gods. Descendants of earthly incarnations - An Xu doesn't quite understand the brain circuits of these people. How on earth did they conjure up the God Sun Sheep with such pious expressions? Isn’t it really black?

When Chris and Lydia were free (the First Knight and the First Surgeon were often very busy now), Anxu teamed up to go outside to play books and met a group of bighorn sheep. Before she could do anything to the sheep, Chris and Lydia tried to persuade her to stop. Their eagerness made Anxu jealous. It was nothing more than Chris suffering from philanthropy. Seeing Lydia, who had habitual facial paralysis, start to caress the bighorn sheep with a dreamy look on her face, An Xusheng got goosebumps on his arms. After getting up, he felt strong regret, regretting that he could not take it. A camera captured this scene.

Finally, An Xu vowed not to harm these sheep, and the two friends agreed to help her drive the sheep away. And when we got to the bottom of the mountain, it was difficult to convince a large group of sudden animal protection organizations who suddenly burst into tears and said, Why do we eat sheep when sheep are so cute? However, she had no intention of eating sheep or goats...ah, bighorn sheep.

Bighorn sheep have two major appearance characteristics, one is the two spiral horns, and the other is their hair. In autumn, the bighorn sheep will grow a soft, fluffy and thick coat. A ten-year-old child might not be able to touch the sheep's body if he stretches out his arm and inserts it into the wool.

Wenjialuo's bighorn sheep have a docile temperament, a strong build, soft and shiny hair, long and shiny coats, and an astonishing amount of hair. Anxu deeply felt that compared to being raised up and waited for parasites and then seasonal Brushing and removing hair, these furry things have a better home, obviously they are turned into sweaters.

The Wengaro Sheep Farm and Wool Products Textile Factory came into being.

At this point, Wenjialuo's animal husbandry has reached a certain scale, consuming a lot of fodder every day and producing a lot of manure. The livestock and the newly increased population produce a considerable amount of excrement in a day, and the underdeveloped planting industry in the North is not enough to completely consume it. When the leadership team under An Xu was discussing whether to throw these things into the river and let them return to nature, An Xu finally thought of another energy source.

biogas.

Anxu didn't know much about biogas. He only knew that the biogas pool should be sealed, the temperature should be kept at 20 or 30 degrees, there should be enough water, and the raw materials should be neutral to alkaline. But she doesn't need to know everything anyway. She has an increasingly rich team of scientists, unscientific superpowers, sufficient assistants, and, uh, very, very sufficient raw materials.

Physicist Gavin and his research team are still working hard on the light bulb, and they can't come up with the results for a while. The doctors headed by Lydia are good at treating the human body, but they are incompatible with biogas research. Although the remaining people are not opposed to this, the research progress is slow and they cannot make the biogas pool produce enough flammable gas like the swamp. Just as Anxu was thinking about Alva, the universal plug-in, the second batch of alchemists from Thebes arrived like a timely rain.

This group of alchemists do not call themselves doctors or medical students like most of Alva's apprentices. They call themselves alchemists because their field of study is not how to cure diseases and save people.

Why do people get old, sick, and die? Why do wheat turn into wine and vinegar? Can countless plants be classified? Why do strange beasts appear? How many commonalities do the body movements of living creatures have? How do drugs work in living bodies... Human life is Limited, but the mysteries of the world are endless. This is a question raised by the teacher, and we are the pathfinders of these questions. The leader of the alchemist named Peko said, I'm sorry, sir, our research may be useless. It may take hundreds of years to get a meaningless answer, just for pure curiosity.

biology.

An Xu quietly picked up the fallen chin. She thought that if Alva had powers such as sexual intercourse, they would be able to enter the world of modern science.

I don't think it's meaningless. She said seriously, changing the subject, There is a place that needs you!

In the final analysis, biogas is the result of excrement and other raw materials plus microbial fermentation. An Xu felt that these biologists appeared simply because they were dozing off and gave them pillows. They were professional counterparts.

Compared with when they were very poor at the beginning, Count Anna's alchemist team is becoming larger and more detailed, but on the contrary, it is becoming more and more short of manpower.

The literacy classes here at the Wengalo Defense Line have not yet had many graduates. The Tibes Defense Line, which has been promoting compulsory education for several years, is now ready to harvest a crop of talents. Everyone who has received a good basic education and is willing to further his studies with an alchemist is waiting for an eager mentor. Those who just started teaching not long ago have matured rapidly through various experiences and begun to roll up their sleeves and compete with teachers and classmates for students. .

The local doctors and alchemists who stayed in Thebes intercepted a group first, and when the second group of alchemists came, they brought new blood of apprentices to support Wengaro. An Xu watched the scene where all the new blood was divided up, as if he was witnessing a university club welcome party.

Roughly converting the language, it feels like this:

This classmate, do you want to join the medical team? Medical students are great, they save lives and heal the wounded! The major that Mr. Alva, the Chief Medical Officer, values ​​the most is medicine! Do you want to become a doctor as beloved as Mr. Alva? Are you still waiting? What, come and sign a contract with me and become an angel in white!

Students, please think carefully! Are you fainting? Do you have the heart to dissect small animals? Do you want to deal with dead bodies every day? If you hesitate, you must not become a medical student who is exhausted every day! My friend, do you know physics? Physics is the science of ordering all things, and Count Anna personally gave it its name! Come here, you can deal with the mysterious thunder and lightning, you know, (lower voice) Thunder is the field that the Thunder Queen loves.

Human life is limited, but the mysteries of life are infinite. Why do people get old, sick, and die? Why does wheat turn into wine and vinegar? Can countless plants be classified? Why do strange beasts appear? How many body movements of living creatures Commonalities, how drugs work in living bodies…”

...Wait a minute, Peco, are your lines originally fixed? Did you really memorize what Alva said? Hey, the hearts of idiot fans really shouldn’t be underestimated.

In short, after the research of the alchemist who Anxu was not very clear about, in the winter of this year, those who did not have enough fuel used biogas and electric heat. Anxu was wearing a sweater made of bighorn sheep wool, holding a potato stew soup boiled by biogas, and sitting in the warm electric kotatsu, he found that he had forcibly entered the electrical age in the setting of a medieval fantasy abo.

She's such a genius.

Anxu wore a sweater produced in his own territory, ate hot soup made from raw materials grown and bred in his own territory, heated himself with his own electricity, and hugged his own omega. Suddenly, he felt a sense of happiness in farming like his wife's agricultural hot kang. . Chris sat next to her, reading a book newly printed this year, and didn't pay much attention to her hands touching him. Mr. Knight's physique is quite good. The muscles on his body are not the stiff and decorative muscles trained in the gym, but the kind that are flexible and full of wildness. An Xudong touched here and there, like an old farmer touching his own grain, greedy lazily.

Chris was a little itchy by her harassment, so he freed his hand to squeeze her hand and stuffed it into the quilt, while still staring at the book. An Xu didn't succeed in harassing him, but he was in a good mood somehow. It feels a bit, how should I put it, a bit like a wild cat still watching the scenery when you approach it. Although you are ignored, you don't feel bad because you know it trusts you.

Hey, little baby, are you tired of me? She pinched her voice and said, watching Chris shudder, You don't care about me, my baby is not happy... At this point, An Xu stopped, She accidentally made herself sick.

Chris laughed, clearly seeing the dilemma in which she had stoned him in the foot. He tucked An Xu into the quilt, put down the book, blew out the lamp, and got into the quilt himself.

Go to sleep, he said, Good night.