Zhang Lisheng's very utilitarian questioning without asking the process and only looking at the results made Aruba, who was originally erratic, choke up.

The craftsman leader of the tribe bowed his head and thought for a long time before he gave the answer, "Great Conqueror, the key to making an iron ship is to rebuild the dock. I calculated that the first iron ship should be launched after the sun rises and sets forty times.

However, with experience, the speed of shipbuilding will become faster and faster. When winter is the coldest, you will get at least forty iron ships that can transport 5,000 Hellmen to sail through the sea.

It should be enough for an expedition."

"Can it be so fast?" Zhang Lisheng, who thought he would have to wait at least two or three years, asked in surprise, according to the shipbuilding speed of the shipyard in the Earth Steam Age.

"Conqueror, there are ninety-seven places in the Hongshan furnace that casts iron tools like this," Aruba suddenly flashed with a proud expression on his face, pointing to the wooden frame dozens of meters beside him and said firmly: "Thousands of craftsmen with 'companions' and 100,000 Wu Li people are working day and night in the dock, and they will definitely build enough iron ships for you in winter."

"Aruba, I believe you can do what you say." Zhang Lisheng nodded with admiration on his face, and then thought for a while and suddenly said, "By the way, I have something interesting to show you, it should inspire you to build a ship faster."

As he said that, the young man walked to the mountain-stacked stone mold, picked up a dirty cloth that wiped the mold from the ground, pulled out more than a dozen tough silk threads from the rough corners of the cloth, kneaded them into a ball, turning the dirty cloth into a wrinkled and irregular parachute shape.

Then the young man came to the edge of the sea of ​​fire, his palms turned into sharp claws, and he picked up a handful of hot magma from the rolling lava with bare hands and wrapped it on the ball of thread.

The magma adhered to the ball of high-temperature-resistant silk thread and kept burning the air. After a while, the whole dirty cloth swelled up. At this time, Zhang Lisheng easily saw the cloth slowly flying into the air.

The young man only did the simplest hot air balloon experiment, but he felt extremely expression in the eyes of Wu Li craftsman. Especially when Aruba saw this scene, he opened his eyes wide, as if he had forgotten that even the tribe master was by his side. He stared at the flying dirty cloth and murmured: "Fly, fly."

It flew, it flew..."

"Yes, it flew," Zhang Lisheng shrugged and walked back to Du Mulu and said, "After imitating the iron ship, you will study how to make this flying cloth head multi-million times larger so that it can fly with living people and cargo."

"Great Conqueror, this is very simple. Install a wooden house like a cabin under the cloth block, and drive it with the steam propeller on the iron ship, and it can run, no, fly quickly..." Aruba raised his head and looked up at the dirty cloth that began to slowly fall after the lava burned out. Seeing the tiny, he saw through the key words at a glance.

"It seems I don't need to remind Aruba. This kind of flying piece is called an airship. Try to make it in the future."

"Airship, airship..." Aruba murmured: "This is really a strange thing.

Great Conqueror, thank you for lifting a new piece of curtain for me.” As he said, Wu Li's craftsman leader bent his waist deeply towards the Conqueror.

"I just opened a piece of cloth that was hidden in front of you. You have to discover the truly wonderful world by yourself." Zhang Lisheng smiled in silence, "Okay, I won't disturb your work anymore, go and continue your fantasy ideas, Aruba."

After saying this, Master Wu Li turned around and was about to leave. Suddenly, he heard the hesitant voice of the leader of the tribe craftsman from behind, "Great Conqueror, I, I have something I want to go to you, to you..."

"Speak if you have anything, Du Mulu." Zhang Lisheng stopped and turned his head to look at the leader of Wu Li's craftsman who wanted to speak but stopped.

"That's it, the great conqueror, after your wisdom enlightenment, I found that sometimes a good craftsman's mind can withstand the hard work of a hundred strong hells. Now, although there are many craftsmen in "Wu Li", they are still not enough than needed..."

"Do you want to choose some more craftsmen among the tribe? That's fine." Zhang Lisheng smiled and said.

"But ordinary people in the Fire Hell do not know the words at all. More than 80% of them even use bark ropes to tie knots to notes. They cannot become craftsmen at all."

"Then you craftsmen work harder. Choose some clever tribe members to teach words first..." Zhang Lisheng said casually, and suddenly found Du Mulu's eyes flashing with a strange bright light, and his heart suddenly moved, "Aruba, do you want to teach words to all the Wu Li people?"

"Yes, the great conqueror," Du Mulu knelt on the ground despite the heat of the land and crawled: "The craftsmen of the tribe have no time, but there are many people among the samurai leaders who know the words. I hope you can order that they will teach the words to their tribe members on the night after a day of work."

Words are the carrier of civilization, and the development of civilization comes from accumulation and development.

Taking the earth's civilization as an example, for thousands of years before and after the Gregorian calendar, humans lived a constant life of fighting for land with swords and guns, farming with livestock, and grazing to obtain food without any essential change.

But when the thickness of civilization accumulates to a certain level, one day, a group of pioneering and great scientific masters suddenly emerged in the world. So in just a few decades, the height of civilization was pushed to an unprecedented peak.

The reason why the Wuli tribe, the native tribe who was clearly in the primitive civilization stage, was able to miraculously carry out industrial machinery production was that Zhang Lisheng stole the most basic and most essential massive amount of scientific knowledge from the earth civilization. Taking Du Mulu, a genius figure who was rare in a thousand years as the guide, collided with the craftsman experience passed down from generation to generation by the Fire Hell Earth Artists, and burst out with brilliant sparks.

It was actually completely beyond Zhang Lisheng's expectations that such unexpected and perfect results had already occurred. He vaguely understood in his heart that this kind of coincidence that relying on winning the lottery ticket, the forced productivity of this kind of production capacity was actually like a castle built on a sand pile, and perhaps it would suddenly collapse overnight.

To avoid this kind of evil consequence, the only way to solidify the castle is to solidify the foundation, and the best way to solidify the foundation is to turn the barren beach of civilization into a plain full of knowledge.

After being awakened by Aruba's words, Zhang Lisheng said thoughtfully: "Aruba, you have a good idea, but letting soldiers spread civilization is not a good idea. It is more appropriate for craftsmen to do this...

Well, in this way, you can assign all craftsmen over fifty-five years old, and it doesn't matter if you delay imitating the iron ship. Let them be led by your father, teach words and spread knowledge to all the Wuli people except the soldiers after working at night.

In the last ten days of the year, ordinary tribe members are allowed to recommend themselves to craftsmen, show their skills and minds, and become craftsmen apprentices, and the number of people is limited to five-thousandths of the tribe's population.

These apprentices were eliminated 50% in one year, and 40% were eliminated the second year, and the remaining gifted "partners" became formal craftsmen. This will be the eternal example of the Wuli tribe."

"Great Conqueror, your wisdom makes me dare not mention the word "wisdom". "Aruba was leaning against his body with sour sweat, and his voice trembled with excitement: "Please rest assured that I will never delay the casting of the iron ship. It will inevitably make your wisdom spread to other islands in the early spring of next year."

"It's not necessary to fight for your life. In my opinion, your value is far above one or two small islands.

Get up, work in this hot volcano and remember to drink more water, I'll leave." Zhang Lisheng said, "and walked away with his feet lightly.

Looking at his back that slowly disappeared in the twisted firelight, the craftsman leader of the Wuli tribe showed a fanatical worship that was completely opposite to his wisdom in his eyes. He stood up staggeringly, regardless of his chest and his legs, shouting hoarsely: "Tuhahan, Doruki... Everyone has heard the words of the Conqueror.

From then on, the importance of the craftsman leader in the Wuli tribe was no longer necessary for the warrior leader.

Fast, fast, let this big machine move, we must build an iron ship as fast as possible, so that the conqueror can know how wise his decision is..."

"Yes, leader." Dozens of craftsmen next to the lava replied excitedly, and took a few sips of boiling water, which drove the beast to start hard work again. However, Zhang Lisheng had already walked out of the volcano at this time and breathed in the cool air of the island.

In the next few days, Wu Li's master blew the sea breeze by the beach, practiced with secret techniques, replenished the witch insects in the flesh, hunted beasts and spent time, and before he knew it, he was the day he wanted to leave.

In the early morning, the sky above my head was covered with dark clouds, and it seemed that the thunderstorm was about to fall. Zhang Lisheng walked out of the tree house where the tribe worshiped the "history" and looked at the totem pole that was close at hand, suppressing the urge to harvest the power of the faith of the people of the Fire Hell.

He murmured to himself, "It's less than ten days since the last harvest, so it's better to wait a little longer, so as not to be disappointed..." He grew green scales all over his body, and clouds gathered under his feet. Just as he was about to rise into the air, he suddenly saw a warrior driving the giant hair under his crotch to rush over, turned over and fell to the ground, "Great Conqueror, the powerful beast you want has appeared."

"Strong beast," Zhang Lisheng curled his lips and said, "It's not a carnivorous animal like a violent bear or a Haolin leopard?"

The witch beasts that can produce beast souls and be absorbed by witches are rarer than witch insects. In just a few days, the young man has experienced several disappointments, and there is no hope in his tone.
Chapter completed!