There was a heavy snowfall just last night, and the haze gathered in the gray sky was finally vented, so today finally had a rare good weather. The air www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion was washed and refreshed, and there was no longer the pungent smell of the past, and the black smoke of the steam boiler plant was completely covered with snow under the feet. The small town that was black and gray the day before suddenly became bright and bright today, and was dressed in a layer of white. Standing on the street, the blue sky is like a bottomless lake, and you can clearly see the towering snow-capped mountains on the edge of the sky, and occasionally a huge gray-blue airship will tear through the huge cold air flow in the air, slowly crossing the mountainside, and then there will be several high-pitched whistles

"These abominable merchants are not afraid to cause an avalanche on the peaks of Mount Lilac!" said an angry voice.

On both sides of the wide road, the people who got up early to shovel the snow laughed, and after they finished shoveling the snow, they began to call it a day.

Kasia shook her head and smiled, shoveled the little snow on the road in front of the house a few times, slapped it a few times, and walked to the door behind her with a shovel on her cheap rubber boots that were already covered with snow.

Placing the shovel in the doorway, Kasia took off her rubber shoes, gently opened the wooden door panel in front of her, stepped in softly, and closed the door with her backhand.

Thick, dark curtains obscure the windows, and no natural light can penetrate through the fabric. The room was dark, except for the faint light and heat of the fire that burned silently in the middle of the house, gilding the cramped dwelling with an imperceptible yellow glow.

Heating pipes are erected in the house, and a large pendulum brass bell plays a lullaby that keeps going.

Kasia's mother slept soundly on the side of the fire, her breathing evenly undulating. Because the realignment of the empire is coming, all the factories in the town are working overtime, and the textile factory where Kasia's mother works has also been working overtime for the past few days. His mother came back late at night these days. The aristocratic lords who managed the textile mills did not pity the productivity of these lowly commoners, who were just machines that should have worked until they were scrapped for the sake of their wealth, as were the countless steam machines that filled the empire.

No one expects those at the top of the empire to extend favors to the lowest level of the common people. The empire itself was the same with most of the nobility, as was the commoners themselves. Their extravagant hope is that these factories will give them their fair share of the remuneration on time, and will not find all kinds of strange reasons to get in the way, and deduct a part of it.

On the other side of the stove, under the thick quilt, the petite body of Kasia's sister Lilia also bulged, and in front of the neat pillow, a pair of black smart eyes were staring at Kasia, deep as a dark night without dawn, pure but like a frozen lake in early spring, but at this moment it revealed the haze of not having enough sleep. Because she was afraid of the cold, she pulled the quilt tightly with her two small hands, so that the warm quilt wrapped herself tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes and a pair of curved eyebrows on it, and a piece of loose hair on her forehead exposed to the quilt.

Kasiabi made a silent gesture and motioned for her sister to go back to sleep. Lilia nodded, her black eyes blinking before falling into a haze again.

Stepping softly into his own small room, which was separated from the room, Kasya drew a heavy dark blue curtain and lit the gas lamp in front of the table. On one side of the table lay several thick books, mostly on the history of steam-mechanical transmission and theology, with worn-out marks showing that they had been read countless times.

On the other side, there is an admission letter written in large hot gold letters, which reads:

"Kasia Tusos, congratulations on your admission to the Imperial Heavy Industry School, an affiliated school of our university, please report to our school on February 12, 1096 in the holy calendar. ”

The inscription reads: "St. Dorag Military School!"

The St. Dorag Military Academy, the export point of the Empire's highest armed forces, is also the largest source of the Empire's most elite soldiers in history. It is the only school in the Empire that can compete with St. Dorag's Seminary. If the seminary represents the highest level of technology, commanders, politicians, merchants, and agents in the Empire、、、、 then the St. Dorag Military School represents the highest level of force, soldiers, generals, and assassins in the Empire、、、、、、

Imperial Heavy Industries is one of the affiliated colleges of the Military School of St. Dorag, majoring in mechanical heavy industry and various types of machinery manufacturing. To put it simply, it is the science of weapons manufacturing. Firearms, cold weapons, heavy trucks, light and heavy armor, airships, cruisers, boats, electrical appliances、、、、、、 whether it is the equipment that has appeared in front of people's eyes, or the secret combat readiness storage of the military department, most of the parts on all the equipment are marked with the logo of the imperial heavy industry.

This is the strength of Imperial Heavy Industries, and the reason why it is called the Imperial Factory. With the history of the Saint-Dorag Empire for more than 800 years, the heritage and strength are also unquestionable.

When Kasia received the heavy letter from the postman, she knew that this was not only her only chance to make it soar, but more importantly, it was also an opportunity for her mother and sister to live a better life.

His father died on the front line of the battlefield five years ago, and Kasia's father, who was originally a warrant officer of the second class, deserved an extremely generous family pension. But from the news of his father's death in battle, to the fact that the money was distributed by the Empire, passed through layers of organs, and reached the hands of Kasia, the extremely generous pension could only be left with a little oil and water in the end. They are a bunch of shameless, despicable and shameless bloodflies who live on carrion, as long as the creatures that pass through their territory, they will swarm and pounce, stretch out their ugly mouthparts to take a sip, and then intoxicated and land on the resting place, and the compound eyes of the pile are full of confusion, as if this matter was guided by the Holy Emperor himself, and they have also been glorified.

And it turned out that the residence distributed by Kasia's father, a warrant officer of the second class, was also forcibly taken back when his father died.

Dead people can't create a little value for the empire, and the empire doesn't raise useless waste again. Only by living can you enjoy the rights and wealth of your position, and when you die, everything is overthrown, and what remains in the end is just a simple stroke in the records of the Imperial Military Department.

And this record is nothing more than the storage capacity of the five pinions in the storage of the superanalyzer.

Cassia's father's life ended up being nothing more than five wheels made of red copper, finely polished, treated, and silver-plated.

Kasia still vividly remembers when he was kicked out of the house by several agency personnel five years ago, and the residents of the entire floor pulled their children tightly and came out to watch the three of them silently pack their bags and walk out of the floor until they were swallowed up by the building and disappeared. The eyes of these people were deeply imprinted in the young Kasia's mind, there was sympathy and unbearable in them, but more of them were through the eyes, the fear that went straight to the bottom of the heart. Because their husbands are also on the front lines. What happened to them in Kasia will befall them at some point.

Then Kasia followed behind her mother, who carried a heavy bag and a tearful Lilia in her arms, and the three of them traveled together to the rear of the Empire, a small town at the foot of the peaks of Mount Lilac on the frontier of winter and summer.

For the first time, Kasia felt the weight of life, continuing her studies at the local school and working in a small town steam factory. From the most basic hard work as a coolie, to the use of book knowledge to become a small craftsman, five years have passed in a flash.

It's like the alternation of winter and summer on the peaks of Mount Lilac, silently and without a trace.

Picking up a few slices of bread, swallowing the cold water of last night, changing into simple overalls made of coarse cloth, Kasia quietly went out and began to work. By this time, Lilia was already asleep.

The huge chimneys of the steam factory are constantly emitting black smoke, and the two shifts alternate in the morning and evening, so that the factory will always be the longest-lasting creature in the town.

The factory is never a clean and tidy place, with the roar of huge gears clashing, the air filled with scorching steam and smoke, the dark and damp ground beneath your feet, and the steam machinery with all kinds of gears hanging on the huge bulky, stout shafts. A layer of rust has been attached to the surface, and the rusty metal pipes that can stain the entire palm of the hand red with a touch of the hand, the various valve interfaces that are still gushing hot air intermittently, and the countless indicators that are flashing dazzling red all the time and disturbing people's minds, and more importantly, the scolding that can always linger in the ears is full of foul language、、、、、、

This is the driving force and heart that supports the prosperity and undefeated of the empire, the popularization and development of industry has reached an unprecedented level, and the manufacture of all kinds of machinery is the greatest guarantee for the citizens of the empire to survive and reproduce in countless harsh natural environments. It is also the impetus for the Saint-Dorag Empire to rise rapidly in the Houxiang Continent in just a few decades after the start of the "Creation War", quickly annexing the territories of dozens of surrounding countries with unparalleled momentum, and entering the list of powerful countries on the Houxiang Continent in one fell swoop, and the huge development of industry has an unburied driving role.

Cassia's factory is one of the tens of millions of steam factories on the Imperial Continent.

The small factory is a matchbox-like building, wrapped in layers of refurbished iron sheets sprayed with blue paint, and the steel-framed doors are wide open, and the hot air in the doorway turns into white smoke, mixed with the heavy smell of engine oil and rust, rising to the sky.

The workers under the tin are in full swing, Kasia is wearing a yellow safety hat, and the small head of the factory is called Vixi, standing on the edge of a forging machine with his trademark big head, and the product log book in his hand to calculate the output of the work that should be done today.

"Kasia, I'm going to Manoma in a few days, so why don't you hurry up and contribute to this old factory that is running out of breath!" Vicky saw Kasia coming in, so he picked up the number plate on the forge with his free hand, and threw it at Kasia.

Kasia took the sign and walked smiling to reveal a row of white teeth, and the die forging machine next to him fell heavily at this time, and the entire factory shook with it. Although there is a shockproof device that goes deeper than ten meters into the ground under the huge machine, the force of the dozens of tons of iron lifted by the steam turbine falling down is indeed not completely offset by human machinery.

Then several thick white mist erupted from the valve, as if the pressure of the deep sea caused it to spew a few meters away before it stopped. When the steam turbine started, the huge iron block was lifted, and dozens of people immediately surrounded it, and several iron chains the thickness of adult thighs lifted a huge gear that had been roughly formed, and slowly moved it to the next machine of the next process.

After fine machining, and finally a flame treatment to eliminate internal stress, the gear could be transported to the front of the empire as a standard piece.

Kasia deftly shuttled from machine to machine until he reached the bottom of the factory, where there were no huge machines standing and almost no vibration, just patches of indicator lights.

Before arriving at his post, Kasia put on thin white gloves and took out the key hanging around his neck to open the locked drawer, which contained a dense collection of delicate tools and a code card inlaid with hundreds of precision gears.

Uncovering the soft white cloth covering the table, underneath was a perpetual calendar mechanical watch that had not yet been assembled, and thirteen small parts were missing, and the watch was complete.

Exposure to watchmaking came into contact with Cassia at a time when he still had his father's memory. As a warrant officer of the second class, my father had a basic military-made perpetual calendar watch, which he used to check the date, month, year, direction of the central sea, and the stars at all times. The astrological signs can roughly infer the weather movements in recent days, which is very important information for merchants and military personnel who sail in airships. Because the airships that fought against the forces of nature ended up in wreckage.

When his father returned, Kasia would look with great interest at the dense and wonderfully working wheels in the dial with a magnifying glass. Later, several books on the precision of clocks and watches accumulated all of Kasia's knowledge of the assembly of clocks.

Being able to get this easy, well-paid job is an absolute help from my childhood interests.

The installation of the thirteen gears took Kasia nearly a day, and it was not until dusk in the town was about to fall that Kasia finished the final loading.

Finally able to wipe the fine sweat oozing from her forehead, Kasia didn't have time to rest, and then took out the password card from the drawer, pulled out the steam outlet connected by the hose next to the table, and inserted the red copper connector into the password card interface.

The condensed gears in the code card spun rapidly the moment they were connected to the steam outlet, as if they had endless vitality. Kasia then inserted it into a card slot in front of her, which was the Zero Diff, the last model of the Empire's Diffimer, with computing power at the peak of the Diff, and then at the feet of any kind of analysis machine. But for such a small factory, the performance of the zero-type differential machine is completely sufficient.

A calculation branch of the Zero Differential Machine is activated, and the code card is loaded with a program for the perpetual calendar watch to adjust the exact time, month, year, and astrological currents. Artificial adjustment of time will cause a large error, and this error will be infinitely magnified by nature. Therefore, the adjustment of such fine timepieces has always been replaced by reliable procedures.

The machinery in front of the table began to work, and the six golden hexagonal copper pillars were in the sharp angle of the six-pointed star, and Kasia picked up the watch, and the six transmission columns were embedded into the clock without gaps, and then began to rotate slowly. The display on the clock began to change.

It would take about a night to fine-tune a watch, and with no work to do now, Kasia was ready to go back to spend time with her sister Lilia.

A few days passed quietly.

One afternoon a few days later, the atmosphere in the factory was forever the same, and Kasia was installing a gear with tweezers in her hand and a magnifying glass.

The metal instruments stacked on the table suddenly began to vibrate, followed by the sound of the ropes rubbing against each other. Then the shaking did not go away, and the amplitude began to increase gradually. In the end, the whole plant was silent at this moment, and only the sound of high-pressure gas gushing from the gas valve was silent.

There is a certain strange law of vibration, which spreads to every corner of the town through the leylines, and truly transmits to everyone's body through the earth.

So, after a moment of sudden silence, the quiet atmosphere of a small town that seemed to have been transformed into a still life finally regained its vitality in an incomparably high and clear whistle that seemed to pierce the air and tear apart countless buildings. The sound of the whistle was like lightning in a black stormy night, illuminating the entire town in an instant.

The people in the factory began to cheer and scold their mother, and the residents of the small town began to cheer and celebrate.

The only time of the year the imperial re-enactment has finally arrived. On this quiet afternoon on January 2, 1096 in the holy calendar.