When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Dream divination plus a differential machine, is there any potential?

Horn thinks there is.

Even if dream divination is combined with the technological acceleration effect of a hand-cranked calculator, Horn still thinks it's quite valuable.

Not to mention the incomplete manuscript of the Mountain Copper Conversion Method.

It's just that Kerben's current attitude is falsification. If he knew that he would prove it in the future, I wonder if the old man could accept it.

Isn't this using Seneius's palm to slap his own face?

But Horn thinks he will still do his best to deduce it.

First, for the sake of the existing environment, not all places have such an open atmosphere as the Holy Machine Court.

Second, the Black Serpent Bay scholars have a unique "want truth, not life" attitude.

Just like when Horn asked Istra why she wanted a differential machine? Aren't you afraid that dream divination combined with the differential machine will blow her head off?

Her answer was, "I just want to know how divination works. If my head explodes, it explodes. It's none of your business."

According to the agreement signed between Horn and Istra, the headquarters of the No Dream Scholars Association will soon be moved from Black Serpent Bay to Autumn Dusk Island.

The first batch of divination lists includes technologies such as Lightning Furnace, Living Demon-Eating Bacteria, and Star-Forged Gears.

If the Lightning Furnace is made as soon as possible, heavy industrialization can be started.

If the Living Demon-Eating Bacteria is made as soon as possible, national transcendence can be started.

If the Star-Forged Gears are made as soon as possible, the power source problem of industrialization will be solved.

According to the current progress, it is estimated that it will take another twenty or thirty years.

Hanging up the Dream Acceleration Card will turn it into more than ten years, but this is considered fast.

It may even lead the research astray, after all, unless you join in yourself, divination cannot simulate the existence of "variables".

But that's too far away, we still have to get through the immediate difficulties first.

The immediate difficulties are nothing more than two: flood discharge and conscription.

The humid water vapor even makes it difficult to open your eyes.

The turbid flood, mixed with broken oak and broken pottery, churns into a yellowish-brown giant python in the narrow river channel.

Three days of heavy rain caused the flood dike in Upper Ruiford County to groan under the heavy pressure.

When the first gate hinge broke, a wave more than one meter high instantly swallowed half of the reed field.

"The third breach! Fill the position! Fill the position quickly!"

The Hujun standard-bearer, wearing an oilcloth cloak, roared and waved the signal flag in the mud.

Twenty black-hat soldiers with mud on their clothes and long ropes tied around their waists immediately carried sandbags into the torrent.

On the wooden engineering vehicle printed with the Holy Hammer emblem on the bank, mortar was poured into the wooden frame composed of cedar, waiting to be inserted into the gaps in the dam.

"Floating wood, be careful to avoid it!"

The black-clothed war monks formed a human wall, using long spears to push the driftwood downstream.

The cracking sound of the wooden dam continued to be heard in the rain. A local centurion suddenly rushed down barefoot and covered in blood: "Holy Father is above! The mill waterwheel is rushing down!"

The six-meter-high waterwheel rolled in the flood, and the sharp blades rolled two Hujun soldiers and sandbags into the whirlpool.

"Damn it!"

Menger, soaked all over, pulled the holy gun from his waist, his eyes red, and roared and pulled the trigger towards the waterwheel.

It's a pity that only the splashing wood chips can be seen exploding into a fan-shaped ripple on the turbid water surface.

"Calm down!" In the whistling wind, everyone was roaring, and the companion behind him grabbed the rope on Menger's waist, which prevented him from being washed away.

When a group of people filled the gap, the monk accompanying the army held up the holy emblem high, and golden light enveloped them.

Three clockwork cranes hoisted granite bars in the buzzing of gears, and military police wearing blue folded hats shuttled through the mud, distributing the bundled reed mats to the leak plugging team.

Wearing a raincoat, Seneius looked at these people running in the flood, and even choked a little.

The Golden Plain does not mean that there will be no floods, but Seneius saw such a scene for the first time.

The soldiers did not whip the civilians, but personally rushed to the front line.

Especially the Black Champions of the Salvation Army, Horn said earlier that the Black Champions had poor military discipline.

Seneius thought how bad it was, but now, compared with the kingdom's army that took advantage of the flood to rob, these one by one are enough to be saints.

Unable to bear to look, he turned his head, and the rain dripped down his cheeks and beard wetly.

"Has the mudslide been cleaned up?"

"It is expected to be cleaned up tomorrow… …"

"Still tomorrow? If you repair it one day earlier, how many fewer people will die here!"

"This is not something I can decide."

"I'll pay out of my own pocket, add money, can you get it done before tomorrow morning?"

The centurion looked at Seneius blankly: "I, I'll try."

Looking at the leaving centurion, Seneius was expressionless, but the blisters on his mouth still betrayed his heart.

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Currently, Upper Ruiford County has been flooded, and several temporary dams are in danger.

Construction started in September and continued until the beginning of October.

If it is not repaired quickly, the flood will spread to the four counties of the plain, and everyone will be finished together!

After two dam construction failures, Seneius was ordered to take over in times of crisis.

At that time, what he thought was that if he made achievements this time, he would suppress Kerben and at least win back a city.

But after repairing it to the present, he has long lost other ideas, and just wants to repair the flood discharge canal as soon as possible.

If you want to set up a suitable temporary flood discharge canal, the first point is the site selection.

Although the flood has not yet spread to Lower Ruiford County, Upper Ruiford County has been flooded almost.

The river water level has risen quite significantly, and the normal construction of dikes is likely to be washed away by the rising river water.

It is necessary to choose a gentle river channel, with rock mountains on both sides, so that the river can be bound.

His Majesty the Great Sun Horn even issued guidance, the dikes should be filled with earth bags, and the project should be repaired by the army.

Originally, Seneius and other scholars thought that the so-called "under the guidance of the Holy Sun" was just flattery from the officials below.

But when used on site, convenient and quick sacks, orderly Hujun and Black Champions, the efficiency is much faster than they imagined.

So the Holy Sun can really guide?

The guided things are actually useful.

Whenever Seneius thought of this at night, he would wonder.

Is his behavior of denying the identity of the Holy Sun a bit of a clown?

After all, this Holy Sun was born as a farmer, an accounting apprentice, and can't recognize a few big Elvin characters.

Even if he is self-taught, he is not so successful, he knows everything.

It's not just a question of knowing everything. If it's just a smattering, it's a lot of outlines and profound things.

Basically, they are all the "one sentence" in "a thousand-word book is falsely passed down, and a true story is one sentence".

Those are all things that can only be obtained through long-term accumulation and research.

It's just that Seneius and others don't know that if they continue to ask about the fur, His Majesty the Holy Sun may not be able to explain it.

There are also differences between civilizations.

Why should the efforts of Horn's hometown for hundreds of years be easily lost to Seneius's ten years of hard study?

During this period of time, Seneius has been eating and living on the construction site.

First, establish a small cage stone weir to raise the water level, and then build a canal and a dam on the side of the dam.

It was almost the last step, but I didn't expect a mudslide to block the repaired flood discharge canal.

"Holy Father." Seneius, who had been abstaining from alcohol for many years, took out a silver hip flask from his pocket and took a sip, "I hope it can be repaired by tomorrow morning."

Under the dark clouds, it is impossible to tell the difference between day and night.

Sitting under the awning, Seneius couldn't even tell whether he was asleep or not.

When the pendulum clock came to six o'clock, a mud man with only a pair of eyes came over.

"Is it cleaned up?" Seneius asked impatiently.

"God bless you, it's cleaned up, and the last section of the flood discharge canal can be excavated the day after tomorrow!"