Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 392 All Wood

Xu Tian watched them mocking him, feeling increasingly embarrassed. His face flushed even redder, like a ripe tomato. He lowered his head and stopped talking, feeling helpless and self-deprecating. He thought to himself, "Sigh! I thought they'd understand me, but I didn't expect to be mocked like this. The people in the palace are truly different from us commoners." He clenched his hands tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the strain.

Elsewhere in the palace, Lin Feng was busy instructing workers in the workshop as they built a generator. His eyes were filled with focus and perseverance, and he gestured and explained the process to the workers, blueprints in hand. However, as the work progressed, Lin Feng encountered a problem that left him feeling both amused and annoyed.

The workshop was filled with a variety of wood materials, each emitting a light fragrance and possessing clear, beautiful grain. However, when Lin Feng examined the most crucial components, he was stunned. He saw that the magnets, wires, and gears were all made of wood.

Lin Feng's eyes widened, unable to believe his own vision. He picked up a wooden gear and examined it carefully, his brow furrowed tightly into the shape of a "川" (Chuan). Confusion and frustration filled his heart, and he muttered to himself, "What's going on? How could they make all these critical components out of wood? This simply can't meet the working requirements of the generator." His voice was filled with anxiety and frustration, and his eyes revealed his concern for the progress of the project. He paced back and forth in the workshop, his steps hurried and heavy, like a caged beast, pondering how to solve this thorny problem.

In desperation, Lin Feng decided to go to the Emperor's palace to explain the situation and seek a solution. He hurried along the palace corridors, where exquisite calligraphy and paintings, authentic works by famous artists throughout the ages, were hung on the walls, priceless. But Lin Feng had no time to admire them. His mind was focused on how to solve the generator material problem. His eyes were firm and focused, his steps hurried, and his clothes fluttered in the wind.

The Emperor's palace was grand and majestic, its massive gates tightly shut. Two rows of guards stood before it, clad in heavy armor and armed with spears. Their gazes were stern, like statues. Lin Feng stepped forward and explained his purpose to the guards. They nodded slightly, then slowly pushed open the gate.

The palace was dimly lit, lit only by candles burning in a few large candlesticks. The flickering candlelight illuminated the emperor's tall, majestic figure. He sat on a dragon throne, clad in a gorgeous robe. The golden dragon embroidered on the robe seemed to come alive in the candlelight, baring its fangs and waving its claws.

Lin Feng respectfully entered the palace, bowed deeply, and said, "Your Majesty, I've encountered some problems while making the generator. The workers prepared the wrong materials. Key components like magnets, wires, and gears are all made of wood, which makes the generator impossible to manufacture. I implore Your Majesty to order the preparation of metal magnets, wires, and gears. The other components are all made of wood. How can they be waterproof?" His eyes were sincere and firm, hoping that the Emperor would understand his predicament. He leaned forward slightly, awaiting the Emperor's response. His hands were placed respectfully in front of him, his posture humble.

The Emperor raised his head slightly, a faint smile on his face. His smile was filled with tolerance for Lin Feng and pride in the uniqueness of this world. He said slowly, "Lin Feng, although you are extremely intelligent, your understanding of this world is still lacking.

In this world, many things can be used for waterproofing, such as paint, ash charcoal, tung oil, and so on. Furthermore, the wood we've chosen is of the highest quality, specially treated. Even if submerged in water for extended periods, it will remain intact for centuries and millennia. These wooden components, with proper waterproofing, will fully meet your needs. His voice was deep and magnetic, his eyes revealing confidence in his country's products and anticipation for the future. He sat upright on the dragon throne, his posture dignified and solemn. He gazed calmly at Lin Feng, as if waiting for his understanding.

Lin Feng was deeply shocked upon hearing this. He realized he truly lacked a deep understanding of this world's resources and technology. After a moment's contemplation, he said, "Your Majesty, I understand. I was inconsiderate. I will adjust my plan and make full use of these materials to create a generator." His eyes revealed a hint of admiration and determination. He resolved to thoroughly study the characteristics of this world's resources, overcome the difficulties, and complete the generator, bringing new light and hope to this ancient world. He saluted the Emperor once more and slowly exited the palace, his steps firm and powerful, his mind already mulling over a new production plan.

Time passed slowly, and half a month had passed. During that time, Lin Feng had gone to great lengths to obtain the crucial magnet. He first searched the palace treasury, which was filled with rare treasures. Gold and silver vessels gleamed brightly, piles of silk and satin piled high, and ancient weapons shone with a cold gleam. Lin Feng moved among this dazzling array of treasures, his eyes determined and focused, not missing a single corner that might contain a magnet. However, the palace treasury yielded very little, and the few magnets that were found did not meet his requirements.

So, Lin Feng turned and headed for the streets and alleys of the capital. He wandered between blacksmith shops, where furnaces blazed brightly and blacksmiths swung hammers, sending sparks flying. At each location, Lin Feng eagerly inquired about suitable magnets, his eyes tinged with anticipation and anxiety. Some shopkeepers shook their heads in frustration, while others offered inferior products, leaving Lin Feng disappointed. But he didn't give up, continuing his search through the capital's ancient bazaars. There, the crowds bustled, the cries of hawkers echoing incessantly.

Finally, in a secluded alley, he found an old, reclusive craftsman. Upon hearing Lin Feng's intentions, the craftsman retrieved several precious magnets from his secret chamber. Lin Feng, overjoyed, carefully accepted the magnets, his eyes filled with gratitude and excitement. Returning to the palace, he plunged into his workshop, personally carving the magnets into precise shapes. His hand held the knife steady, his eyes focused, each stroke imbued with power and precision, as if he were carving a rare treasure.