This kind of question is simply the simplest question and answer for Liu Zheng.
Stephenson murmured: "Let the train run according to its own prescribed route..."
He kept repeating this sentence, as if he had caught the bright spot of his thoughts. His pupils suddenly shrank, and the expression on his face froze for a moment, and instantly turned into ecstasy.
"I see!"
"How should the transportation trajectory of steam trains be designed?"
"Mo Cheng, thank you Long Yan for this letter. He has really helped me a lot!" Stephenson excitedly grabbed Mo Cheng's hand and said ecstatically.
Mo Cheng and Newton have not yet figured out why Stephenson is so excited.
But seeing him show such an expression, the two of them were also sincerely happy.
"Congratulations, Stephenson." Mo Cheng's sincere blessing.
Stephenson danced and celebrated for a long time before suppressing his emotions. He looked at Mo City and felt extremely eager to go to Longyan.
"Mocheng, when are we going to Longyan?" Stephenson couldn't help but ask.
Now in his understanding, Long Yan is the place where he can realize his dream.
Poor Britain only deserves to have his creativity and thoughts imprisoned on the so-called Dreadnought-class battleship.
What's the point of this kind of warship that can only be used at sea? It's just a steel ship that is larger than ordinary warships and equipped with more artillery.
There's nothing interesting about a train transporting supplies on the ground.
Trains can transport materials mined from mines directly to various factories in a short period of time, and then the factories process them and transport the things produced in the factories to other places.
However, the powerful nobles in Britain did not understand it at all.
Longyan is better.
"Mo Cheng, I think it's just for these few days, shall we set off?"
"How was it?" Stephenson asked excitedly.
Stephenson's excitement was met with silence.
Stephen Sun was stunned and immediately realized the current situation in Mo City.
The whole room was filled with deep sighs.
"Why......"
"Sorry, Mo Cheng, I forgot your current situation. There is no way to get out."
Mo Cheng's originally joyful face was now covered with dark clouds. He squeezed out a smile and looked at Stephenson: "It's okay."
"Xie'er and I will go back. They detained us just because of the ridiculous reason that I wanted to take British scientists to Longyan."
"I believe Long Yan will find a way to let us go back."
Stephenson and Newton could only express hope, but there was no more help.
They can't help either.
The letter in Mo Cheng's hand only contained three pieces of paper, but he did not tell these two the content of the last piece.
At night, Mo Cheng and Hu Xier were in the house, reading Liu Zheng's last letter, which read:
"Mocheng, Xi'er, don't worry for the time being. I will find a way to rescue you from Britain. What you have to do now is to protect yourself. Britain will pay a heavy price for this!"
Seeing this sentence, the two of them felt as firm as if they had taken reassurance.
Liu Zheng said he would wait for them to come back and he would definitely do it.
Because he is Liu Zheng, the man who single-handedly made Long Yan strong.