"Huh? Then why were three tasks issued before?"
Fang Er was puzzled again.
If the system functions were split in two, then he shouldn't have received a single task!
System: Those were just randomly triggered hidden tasks, not main quests.
Fang Er: There are main quests?
The system fell silent once more.
What would the main quests be?
Fang Er thought for a long time, only coming up with two possibilities.
One possibility was to retrieve his part of the system.
Another possibility was world domination?
But no matter which of the two choices it was, it was a very disadvantageous situation for him.
Originally, Fang Er could have leisurely developed his technology tree and slowly grown the Great Tang.
But now, another transmigrator was like a sniper rifle hidden in the darkness, ready to shoot a fatal bullet at him at any moment!
"Call Moluo!"
Fang Er shouted to Niu Fen.
"Yes, Duke!"
Niu Fen walked towards the gathered Mohe tribesmen and called Moluo over.
"Does the Duke have any instructions?"
Moluo bowed respectfully, his heart in his throat.
If the Great Tang did not accept their surrender, then if another group of "yellow-haired devils" came next time, who could he rely on for help?
Fang Er pointed to the gathered Mohe tribesmen: "Combine the two Mohe tribes. How many people are there in total?"
Moluo's expression was heavy: "Reporting to Duke, approximately thirty thousand households, seventy thousand people, with over twenty thousand adult males."
Fang Er didn't bother to care how many people they originally had. He simply waved his hand: "From now on, the two Mohe tribes and the Xi Wei will be merged into one, forming the Great Tang's Tiangui Tribe. A Tiangui City will be established here, and you will be the chieftain of the three tribes. Later, officials will be sent from the court, and you will be responsible for assisting in the management of Tiangui City. Do you have any objections?"
Moluo was overjoyed. As long as there were Great Tang officials here, the livelihood of his people would be guaranteed. If there was danger again, at least they would have the Great Tang to rely on.
"Whatever the Duke decides, this humble one has no objections!"
"Alright, let's leave it at that for now. Sooner than a month, later than three months, the imperial court will send officials. Before then, you lead your tribesmen to establish the city as soon as possible. If you need anything, you can send someone to Shenyang City to find me."
After sending Moluo away, it was already dark.
The next morning, Fang Er led his team to set off back to Shenyang. Everything here was left to Moluo to manage.
The way they came was from Shenyang to Fuyu, then via Xi Wei, and finally to the Mohe territory, which was Vladivostok. They had almost gone in a circle.
On the way back, after identifying the direction on the map, they directly set off towards Shenyang.
Half a month later, the team appeared north of Shenyang City.
Seeing the new district's construction in full swing, Fang Er did not stop. He led his team out of the north gate and south, exiting the south gate, and returned directly to his residence.
Since he hadn't sent anyone ahead to notify them, when he appeared in the backyard, Chai Yue was surprised to see him.
"My Lord!"
"Hahaha, how about it, surprised? Unexpected?"
Fang Er stretched out his arms with a smile.
After being separated for over a month, Chai Yue ignored her reserve and threw herself into Fang Er's arms like a swallow returning to its nest.
"Why didn't you send someone ahead to inform us? Yue'er could have made arrangements for them?"
Chai Yue murmured softly in Fang Er's ear.
"Hahaha, why would I need to notify you in advance when I'm coming home?"
"Ah! Master is back!"
Xiao Qing heard Chai Yue's exclamation and poked her head out of the room, spotting Fang Er immediately.
She quickly called out to the other maids: "Hurry and prepare hot water and food!"
"Yes!"
Xing'er, Bingxue, Yulu, and the other five maids ran happily towards the kitchen.
Some started boiling water, others started washing vegetables.
Li Baoju tied his apron around his waist and began his duties.
While Fang Er and Chai Yue were chatting in the courtyard, a table of food and bathwater was prepared.
"Master, should you bathe first or eat first?"
Xiao Qing came over to ask for instructions.
"Of course, I need to get clean first! I'm practically stinking."
With that, Fang Er entered the room. The bathtub was filled with water at just the right temperature.
He quickly stripped off his clothes and jumped in.
His muscles, weary from the journey, slowly relaxed under the stimulation of the warm water.
Previously, Xiao Qing and Xing'er had always served him during his baths.
This time, Chai Yue, uncharacteristically, stood by the bathtub, her face red, and helped Fang Er wash his body.
Feeling her gentle hands, Fang Er suppressed the thoughts of the other transmigrator.
He would handle such matters alone. At most, he would drag Li Er into it.
As for Chai Yue and the maids at home, he wanted them to continue living carefree lives.
After bathing and changing into dry clothes, he walked out of the room feeling refreshed.
After finishing his meal with Chai Yue, laughing and chatting, he asked Su Feng to inform the group leaders to convene tomorrow.
Fang Er then walked towards the workshop with his hands behind his back.
The prototype of the helicopter had been completed.
A sixteen-meter-long wooden helicopter was placed outside the workshop.
Seeing Fang Er approach, Li Tai eagerly rushed over.
"Master, the prototype is ready. What's next?"
Fang Er leaned in and carefully examined the wooden mock-up.
The exterior of this helicopter was modeled after the Z-8 transport helicopter.
Perhaps due to secrecy or other reasons, there was a certain discrepancy in size between the remote-controlled helicopter and the actual aircraft.
The real Z-8 helicopter has a fuselage length of 18.985 meters, a height of 6.66 meters, an empty weight of 9 tons, a maximum takeoff weight of 13 tons, and three PT6B-67A engines.
As for this wooden mock-up, based on the enlarged dimensions of the remote-controlled helicopter, it was 16 meters long and 5.6 meters high.
As for other parameters, they would have to wait for testing to determine the results.
However, compared to the actual Z-8 transport helicopter, there were many things that could be omitted from this wooden prototype.
For example, the avionics system and the airborne weapon system.
These were not needed at the moment. What Fang Er wanted was simply the external dimensions.
"Don't underestimate this exterior. This shell alone is the result of countless calculations by aerospace engineers,"
Zhao Gang stood aside and explained to Fang Er.
"Duke, the wood used for this prototype is the best linden wood. This wood has a gentle nature, is not prone to cracking or warping, and has fine grain, making it easy to process."
Fang Er nodded, opened the cabin door, and walked inside.
The front seats were the pilot and co-pilot cabins.
In the fuselage, there were two rows of seats, each with 15 seats, accommodating 32 people at full capacity.
"Where is the engine compartment?"
When it came to this, Zhao Gang scratched his head.
"Duke, I don't know which engine to use for this thing, so I've only hollowed out a basic shape."
Fang Er nodded.
The engine placement varied greatly depending on the type of helicopter.
Because the helicopter's fuselage was relatively close to the ground, the engines of single-rotor helicopters were generally installed above the fuselage, which also helped shorten the transmission distance.
Single-engine helicopters had their engines installed directly above the center of the fuselage. Twin-engine helicopters had them installed on both sides above the fuselage.
If it was a tandem rotor helicopter, one was installed on each side of the tail rotor.
The Z-8's actual aircraft had three engines, two located in front of the main gearbox and one behind the main gearbox.
The power from the three engines was transmitted to the rotors and tail rotor by the main gearbox.
However, the remote-controlled drone was driven by electric motors. There was only one motor position, in the center behind the cargo hold.
Fang Er looked at the reserved space that Zhao Gang had hollowed out, and the engine of an armored vehicle flashed in his mind.
"V16, two thousand horsepower. If it's a wooden fuselage, I wonder if it will be able to fly?"
PS: I'm really sorry, but three out of my four family members have been sick these past few days... I'm too miserable! Hahahaha!