The crowd quickly retreated.
Zhang Tian saw Fang Er outside give him an "OK" gesture, and he pressed the startup switch.
A humming sound filled the air as the rotors began to spin, the powerful airflow making Li Shimin and the others' clothes snap and rustle.
This was a new aircraft. Although the technology was mature, Fang Er, Zhao Gang, Li Shimin, and the others still watched the plane with great tension.
As the rotation speed increased, the helicopter lifted steadily off the ground and flew into the sky.
Only then did everyone simultaneously breathe a sigh of relief.
Hahahaha~ Ugh!
Gag~~ Yue~~
Li Xiaogong had just laughed a couple of times when something suddenly descended from the sky and landed precisely in his mouth, causing him to instinctively double over and retch.
As he coughed, a paper ball fell from his mouth onto the ground.
Initially thinking it was bird droppings, Li Xiaogong’s stomach churning instantly subsided when he saw the paper ball.
He squatted down, picked up the paper ball, and curiously opened it. His eyes immediately widened.
Then, he burst into laughter again.
Hahahaha! Your Majesty, this is what Wei Zheng just wrote!
We all guessed wrong. This is not poetry or an experience; it’s a suicide note!
Hahahaha~~~
The others were stunned, and Fang Er finally couldn't hold back, nearly doubling over with laughter.
Li Shimin thought Li Xiaogong was joking and reached out, "Ninth brother, give it to me for a look."
After taking the crumpled paper and seeing its contents, he also burst into laughter.
"Damn it, this old Wei was pushed by us!
Look, he hasn't even finished writing this suicide note.
Even the craftsmen in the shed were dumbfounded. So, Wei Zheng's 'ready to die' attitude was just forced by the conversation. This is quite unexpected.
The suicide note was passed around among the crowd and returned to Li Shimin's hands. After much deliberation, he handed the note to Fang Er and said solemnly,
"Although Duke Wei was somewhat rushed into this, it must be said that this suicide note can attest to his resolve.
Therefore, I have decided that the contents of this suicide note will be published on the front page of the newspaper!
Furthermore, regardless of whether this aircraft returns safely, I have decided to bestow upon it a name.
It shall be called: The Human Warrior Wei Xuancheng!"
Fang Er looked at the suicide note in his hand and nodded in agreement.
The guards had already set up the telegraph machine, and now they would wait quietly.
About an hour later, a buzzing sound rang out. The guard acting as the telegraph operator quickly reported to Li Shimin, "Your Majesty, Duke, Commander Zhang and the others have set up the telegraph!"
"Quick, ask them if the flight was smooth!"
Li Shimin excitedly commanded the guard.
Hearing this, the telegraph operator gestured to his companion. The other man took out a copy of the "Zuo Zhuan" from his懷, flipped through the pages, and recorded the corresponding numbers for each character on a white paper.
Once done, he handed it to the telegraph operator.
Soon, the telegraph operator pressed the sender according to the numbers, making a rhythmic "dada" sound.
Li Shimin looked puzzled and asked,
"What are you doing? Why aren't you transmitting my words?"
Li Tai leaned in and explained somewhat ostentatiously,
"Father, this telegraph is different from a walkie-talkie; it can only transmit text and cannot have direct conversations.
Each character corresponds to a different code, and the content is sent based on the code.
Duke Wei also received the code, and then used the codebook to find the characters corresponding to the codes to restore the content we sent.
Without the codebook, even if they received the code, they wouldn't know what we were sending."
After listening, Li Shimin quickly understood the meaning.
This concept of coding was the same as the secret signals used by the wandering knights in the martial arts world.
Therefore, it was not difficult to understand.
The message was not long, and the telegraph operator soon finished sending it. Before long, the telegraph machine began to beep.
The telegraph operator quickly picked up a pencil and recorded the received codes on paper.
When the beeping stopped, the written codes were handed over to his companion, who then searched the book for the corresponding characters.
"3215, page three, section two, line one, fifth character."
"Ten."
"2222, page two, section two, line two, second character."
"Fen."
"3658~~"
"Shun."
"1253~~"
"Li."
After translating, he presented it to Li Shimin for review, "Your Majesty, Duke Wei's reply states that it was very smooth!"
Clap, clap, clap!
Li Shimin was overjoyed, "Good! Good! Excellent! Truly a divine artifact!
Send a telegram, my heart is at ease, you can return, and bring some things back.
Ten giant crabs weighing twenty catties each, and five large prawns weighing ten catties each.
Fifty abalones weighing three catties each, and thirty sea cucumbers weighing one catty each.
That's all.
Li Shimin swallowed and concluded the telegram.
"Well, I just wanted to test if the telegraph could perfectly transmit such complex content."
As he spoke, the guards were already recording the content.
Without taking too long, a piece of paper filled with codes was placed before the telegraph operator.
Just as the telegraph operator was about to begin, Li Xiaogong suddenly said, "Wait!"
"Add one more sentence, ten oysters weighing six catties each!"
Fang Er was taken aback, and then saw Chai Shao also smiling and saying,
"One grouper weighing seventeen catties!"
Li Ji: "Ninety-nine mantis shrimp weighing one catty each!"
Fang Xuanling: "Ten squid weighing eight catties and eight taels!"
Du Ruhui: "Thirty-three small yellow croakers weighing three catties and three taels!"
Fang Er was dumbfounded. "What the heck? We're testing the telegraph, why has it turned into ordering food?"
Wei Zheng, the stubborn Wei, instantly donned the emperor's yellow robe, with two long kangaroo ears on his yellow safety helmet. The sense of déjà vu was palpable!
Leaving behind a suicide note to deliver takeout, delivering nothing but love!
Seeing him愣 there, Li Shimin smiled and said, "An Zhi, don't you want to order anything?"
Fang Er smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I won't order. What you've all requested is enough for us to eat for several days!
This is seafood, and it will go bad if left for too long, losing its freshness.
Even a refrigerator can't stop the disappearance of that fresh taste."
Li Shimin countered, "It's fine, just order it. I saw that the pregnant women in the hospital are eating a bit poorly. We can send them the leftovers."
Fang Er was speechless and could only join in the fun, "Ten mackerel weighing twenty catties each."
Seeing that no one else had anything to order, the guards organized the added items into codes and began sending them.
Beep beep beep~ Beep beep~ Beep beep beep beep~ Beep.
The rhythmic sound of the telegraph transmission started again.
On the dock in Panjin, Wei Zheng listened to the telegraph machine ringing non-stop and couldn't help but ask the telegraph operator, "Is this thing broken?"
The telegraph operator only turned around after recording all the codes and the telegraph machine stopped beeping.
"Reporting to Duke Wei, the telegraph is not broken, it's just that His Majesty has a lot to say this time."
When all the content was translated and handed to Wei Zheng, old Wei felt his head buzz.
"Excessive! Too excessive!"
"Go and tell the people at this fish processing plant to prepare everything that's requested on this!"
Fang Er: "I heard you can search for the author's pen name on Douyin!"