After Transmigration: Building a Kingdom in Turbulent Times

After the people left with their orders, Zhao Hanzhang asked solemnly, "Why did Zhao Shen run off to Xun Fan’s place?"

The disaster relief zones for several angels had been divided ahead of time, all heading to severely affected areas, and the zones of two people are not close by.

Fan Ying said, "He might have passed by on his way back to the city."

Zhao Hanzhang sneered, "That’s quite a detour; he practically went half the circle. Hmph, most likely his fingers were itching, calculated some random nonsense on his way back, and just went ahead."

Zhao Hanzhang even suspected this disaster was brought by him, "I trust him, but the old officials in the court may not trust him, nor me."

After pondering with downcast eyes, Zhao Hanzhang said, "Since the news has reached the Central Secretariat via the Telegraph Department, it’s no longer a secret. Send it to the Central Secretariat for filing as usual."

Fan Ying agreed and asked in a low voice, "Should we allocate more personnel to keep an eye on those old officials?"

Zhao Hanzhang glanced at her and said, "No need, don’t do unnecessary things."

Fan Ying obediently retreated.

Zhao Hanzhang sat quietly for a moment, then Zeng Yue silently entered, standing silently to the side. She slightly regained her composure and said softly, "Place two more people beside Your Majesty, they don’t need to do anything, just keep an eye on who comes into the palace to see him, especially Xun Zu."

Zeng Yue complied.

Zhao Hanzhang gently tapped the table with her fingers, contemplating all possible outcomes before rising to leave.

The sun had set in the west, and half the sky was an orange-red sunset glow. Zhao Hanzhang turned her steps toward the observatory.

Because she had no money, the observatory wasn’t built very high, only large and open.

This area used to be a garden, but to save money, she simply had people pull out all the flowers and plants, level the ground, and pave it with green bricks, then picked the best location to start constructing the observatory.

There were only thirty-three steps; Guo Pu wanted ninety-nine steps, but Zhao Hanzhang saw that budget and asked him to wait.

Thus, only thirty-three steps were built.

All the surrounding houses were allocated to him, so Guo Pu ate, lived, and entertained here, and naturally worked here as well.

Fu Tinghan liked him very much; Guo Pu was the only one he had met so far with whom he could have a conversation about counting, and the most wonderful thing was that Guo Pu knew many things that he didn’t.

Fu Tinghan found it fascinating that Guo Pu could even calculate which day he would be hit on the head by something falling when he returned home, so he couldn’t help but indulge in it lately.

To Fu Tinghan, Guo Pu imparted everything generously, all the things Zhao Shen wanted to learn from him but couldn’t, he was willing to teach Fu Tinghan.

Of course, Fu Tinghan also taught him many marvelous things, so he felt they were mutually teaching each other.

For instance, Fu Tinghan was tinkering with something at the moment. He started quickly shaking it with his hand, and the connected filament-like things emitted a dazzling light, blinking and gradually stabilizing into a blinding glare.

Everyone surrounding Fu Tinghan exclaimed, and even Guo Pu couldn’t help uttering "Ah ah" twice, eagerly circling around him, wanting to push Fu Tinghan away to take over.

Fu Tinghan shook it for a while, and when the lamp’s brightness stabilized, he stopped.

As soon as he stepped aside, someone immediately replaced him, "Chief of Staff, may I have a turn shaking it?"

Fu Tinghan laughed and waved his hand, "Go ahead."

Guo Pu also wanted to, was about to drive them all out, but turning his head, he saw Zhao Hanzhang standing at the door and immediately beckoned to her, "Come quickly, see what Ting Han has made, it’s an extremely wonderful thing."

Only then did everyone notice Zhao Hanzhang had arrived, and they bowed in greeting.

Zhao Hanzhang nodded at them, her gaze scanning across the glowing filaments and turning to the hand-cranked generator being contested, marveling, "It’s already reduced to such a small size?"

Guo Pu said disdainfully, "Do you know what’s valuable? I’m talking about this thing. Don’t be fooled by the fact that it’s just a few filaments, they can emit light like the sun, much brighter than lamps and candles. What’s there to look at with this generator? It’s only a little smaller than the pedal version, and we don’t lack space to place it."

Zhao Hanzhang said, "Lamp filament, tungsten filament is simple to make. What’s difficult is this generator, which is three times smaller than before. This means the radio station can quickly move with minimal manpower."

With a very clean wireless channel now, even a station with only forty or fifty watts could reach the neighboring provinces, so this hand-cranked generator was completely sufficient if it was solely supplying the radio station.

Zhao Hanzhang was very pleased.

Seeing Zhao Hanzhang in a good mood, Fu Tinghan couldn’t help but smile, "I’ll give this generator to you, and I’ll make another one to send to the weapon factory as a sample later."

Zhao Hanzhang did not refuse; in the future, when she travels with minimal entourage, this generator is essential. Currently, their generators are still too large and can only be used locally or in the military.

Guo Pu stood aside, waiting for them to finish speaking before saying, "Giving her the generator, then give me the tungsten filaments, and a larger generator too, I don’t mind its heaviness."

His observatory is so big, with so many rooms, there’s plenty of space to place it. At that time, he wants to install more tungsten filaments to illuminate the entire palace.

Bright without a single drop of oil lamp used.