——The next day

"Uncle Lin and Brother Lin, you have to be careful when you go out. Brother Xianhe, I asked someone to ask Sister Lu Ning for a letter from home a few days ago. Take it with you and give it to Lu Zhi when the time comes.

Luoyang also has one of its own."

In order to recruit people, Lin Huan took Lin Hai brothers and a team of people to go south to Jizhou and other places to recruit refugees.

The severe drought in the Central Plains has become a foregone conclusion, and it is said that the harvest in many places has already stopped.

Moreover, a severe drought is just the beginning. It is a truth that Chinese people of this era know that locusts are inevitable in extreme droughts. If drought and locust plague are combined, what will follow will be a great famine.

In the face of famine, unless the government helps with relief, there is no other choice but to flee.

However, there is a time lag between the drought and the final famine. If enough food can be prepared or the population can be transferred out of the disaster area within this time lag, then there will be relief. Unfortunately, the government in the late Han Dynasty did not have this ability.

Ma Qiang doesn't have this ability, he can only save as many as he can.

When Lin Huan and others went south to recruit refugees, they also had the task of purchasing food. Once the famine started, Youzhou would also be short of food.

Although Ma Qiang asked farmers to open up fields, in this era there were no chemical fertilizers, no sweet potatoes, and no Yuan Da Druid. The yield of crops was just like this, and we could only rely on intensive farming to increase yields.

Thanks to the continuous burning of plant ash, the plant ash fertilizer is still enough.

"Don't worry, Ma Lang, you just need to arrange for someone to take it over." Lin Huan waved his hand and said with a smile.

Jian Yong had a lazy smile on his face, which made people feel at ease.

Seeing Lin Huan and others leaving, Ma Qiang sighed.

"Why is Brother Ma so sentimental today?" Lu Qingcheng asked in confusion.

"After I left home, no one came back within half a month. The situation in Jizhou is already unstable. It would be great if I had a mobile phone."

"What is a cell phone?"

"It's...a thing that allows people to talk to each other even though they are thousands of miles away." Ma Qiang reluctantly explained the most basic functions of the mobile phone.

"Is there such a thing? Isn't it like a fairy?" Lu Qingcheng firmly believes in Ma Qiang's words. As long as Ma Qiang says there is such a thing, there must be one!

"Brother Xiaoma, where is the phone? I want to talk to my dad~" Lin Zhi said with tears in her eyes as she looked in the direction where Lin Huan, who could no longer see anyone, was leaving.

Separation always makes people sad.

Right in Bai Yan's nest... Ma Qiang scratched his face and thought to himself.

"I can't make this thing... Actually it's not that I can't make it, it's just that it's still difficult."

Ma Qiang touched his chin and started thinking.

"Really? I want it, I want it!"

"Brother Xiao Ma, can you make a clairvoyant??" Lu Qingcheng believed it, but believing that there is such a thing as a clairvoyant and believing that Ma Qiang can make a clairvoyant are completely different things.

"You can't make a smart phone, not even a mobile phone as small as a mobile phone, but it's not impossible to make a mobile phone that can communicate over short distances. There's also a transmitter, so it's not difficult... It's just that we don't have enough materials now, but it can be done.

Get ready now!"

Ma Qiang waved his hand and said, his eyes already shining. He has been worrying about the plague, money and food these days, and he has almost forgotten the joy of scientific research.

If future generations heard what Ma Qiang said here, they would be shocked.

Mobile phone, homemade, late Han Dynasty??

Are these three next to each other?

Ma Qiang said, it’s because you haven’t read well. I really don’t think there is much difference between the technology of the 17th and 18th centuries and the late Han Dynasty. At least in Ma Qiang’s eyes, there is no difference, that is, he needs to spend more time.

The difference between doing it in three months or taking half a year to do it.

Could it be that radio waves were able to propagate in the 20th century but failed in the 2nd century?

Archimedes said that if you give him a fulcrum, he can tilt the earth. Ma Qiang said, if you give me enough materials, I will build a nuclear power plant for you in the late Han Dynasty...

--laboratory

"what is this???"

Lu Qingcheng and Lin Zhi looked at the long picture drawn by Ma Qiang and felt like they were about to faint. It was filled with densely packed incomprehensible words.

This is the first time Ma Qiang has such great interest.

It’s really exciting to think about making a mobile phone in the Han Dynasty.

Especially after the design drawings are drawn, if all the ideas here are realized, Red Star Camp's industry will really take off, well, it should reach the level of the eighteenth century.

Although it is a humble eighteenth century...

"These are the materials needed for mobile phones!" Ma Qiang pointed to the last column and said, "We need batteries, plastics and vacuum tubes. As long as we make these three things, we can make a mobile phone."

"I...don't understand any of them." Lu Qingcheng swallowed.

It's okay if you don't understand. If you could understand, I would doubt my life.

Just when Ma Qiang was about to explain further, a voice came from outside.

"Sir, Uncle Yang and Yang Chi would like to see you."

"Uncle Yang? Yang Chi?" Ma Qiang read it again with some suspicion. Could it be that there was something wrong with the warehouse?

Ma Qiang brought Lu Qingcheng and Lin Zhi out. Yang Wanli was sitting in a wheelchair and was pushed by Yang Chi. Yang Chi lowered his head, as if he did not dare to look at the crowd.

"Ma Lang, I'm here to beg you today."

Yang Wanli said straight to the point, "My child has always taken care of me. Now that I have dividend income, I can hire someone else to take care of me. I want you to accept my child and let him do something. What do you think?"

"What did Uncle Yang say? Brother Yang Chi is from our Dasong Village, so he is naturally the most trustworthy person. In this way, brother Yang Chi, you can tell yourself which department you want to go to, and I will agree to it."

Yang Chi glanced at Yang Wanli, who nodded encouragingly. Yang Chi clenched his fists, closed his eyes, lowered his head, and shouted to Ma Qiang, "I want to come to Brother Ma's laboratory to work!"

"Nonsense!" Before Ma Qiang could say anything, Yang Wanli yelled, "You scoundrel! Ma Lang, this is my fault, let's leave it at that, scoundrel! Get back here! Don't leave the house again without my words.

step!"

Everyone knows that the laboratory is Ma Qiang's forbidden area. Only with Ma Qiang's permission will people occasionally go in and stay for a while. People outside say that Ma Qiang has a legendary secret book of the sect, which is hidden in the laboratory.

It even records ways to make people become immortals.

How can a farmer’s wife talk so well? But everyone admits that Ma Qiang’s secret is in the laboratory. Therefore, even Lu Qingcheng and others will not easily disturb those in the laboratory.

Ma Qiang.

Now Yang Chi is going to the laboratory based on what Ma Qiang just said. To put it bluntly, he wants to learn from Ma Qiang’s skills. This is normal in later generations. Every scientific research dog wants to learn something, and every big boss in the laboratory also needs it.
Chapter completed!