To the First Emperor of Qin: The state has decreed this!

Chapter 324 Machine Tool Stuck? Mechanical Master Offers On-Site Guidance!

Walking up the long stone steps leading to Fusu Palace, Ying Yinman looked at the remaining pastries in the basket, her little face full of aggrieved expression.

It was clearly meant for Young Master Zhang alone, but instead, it's being shared with others...

She angrily kicked a small pebble away from the roadside, pouted, and muttered under her breath:

"You're getting off easy, brother! Humph!"

……

the other side.

Zhang Fan, sporting two huge dark circles under his eyes and with his hair all messy, rushed into the Institute of Physics.

Unfortunately, Mo Feng was standing in the courtyard at that moment, holding a blueprint in his hand, scratching his head in front of a pile of unfinished iron lumps and gears.

Hearing a loud bang from the door, Mo Feng instinctively turned his head.

Their eyes met!

Mo Feng was already feeling guilty, and when he thought about how he had been too talkative yesterday and had revealed that Miss Mi was at the villa in the west of the city to the eldest son and the tenth princess, he immediately felt that Zhang Fan had been exposed and was here to silence him!

"Oh my god! Immortal Master, spare me! I really didn't mean to let slip what happened in the west courtyard! It was Her Highness the Princess who forced me to!"

Without even having time to think, Mo Feng was so frightened that he threw down the blueprints, yelled, and turned to run away!

Zhang Fan, who was about to head straight for the water tank, suddenly froze upon hearing this, his mind instantly clearing.

Good guy!

Case solved!

No wonder that little devil Ying Yinman was able to find her way to the west of the city so accurately, and even had a meeting with Mi Yueyao, making me so nervous in the Yingkelou yesterday that I almost lost my life.

So it was you, you old bastard, who leaked the secret!

"Mo Feng! You son of a bitch! It really was you, you big mouth! I'm going to sew your mouth shut today! Don't run!"

Enraged, Zhang Fan didn't even bother to drink water. He grabbed a wooden stick from the ground and gave chase.

"Immortal Master, I was wrong! I really didn't mean to! Don't come any closer!" Mo Feng was almost in tears as he frantically moved around in the courtyard filled with parts and wood.

For a time, chaos erupted in the Institute of Physics.

He fled, he chased, but he couldn't escape!

The two of them walked around the yard more than a dozen times.

Last night, Mi Yueyao had already tormented him half to death, and this morning Ying Yinman's poisoned snacks had nearly killed him. How could he possibly outrun Mo Feng?

After chasing for a long time, Zhang Fan was completely out of energy.

With a clang!

Zhang Fan threw away the wooden stick, sprawled out on his back beside the water vat, picked up a water ladle, and gulped down a large ladle of well water.

The cool, sweet well water flowed down my throat.

"Phew... I'm alive again..."

Zhang Fan gasped for breath, pointed at Mo Feng hiding behind a pillar, and weakly waved his hand: "Alright...you big slap...get over here! I don't have the strength to settle accounts with you today..."

Mo Feng poked half his head out, and seeing that Zhang Fan really didn't intend to make a move, he chuckled dryly, "Hehehe! I definitely won't dare to say anything reckless next time!"

"Will you dare to do it again?"

Zhang Fan rolled his eyes at him, annoyed. "Stop talking nonsense and get down to business! How's the first version of the foot-operated machine tool coming along?"

Mo Feng's expression immediately turned serious when his old profession was mentioned.

He sighed, pointed to the iron and wood hybrid device, which was more than half a person tall, in the center of the courtyard, and looked troubled: "Master, according to the blueprints you gave us, we have built the basic frame and gear transmission. But... a big problem occurred during the trial run."

Zhang Fan propped himself up and walked to the simple machine tool: "What's the problem?"

Mo Feng picked up an iron ingot, placed it on the cutting table, and then personally stepped on the foot pedal and pedaled hard.

With a screeching, grinding sound, the machine tool's blade began to rotate.

"Master, you see, this power is barely adequate for cutting wood. But once it comes to metal..."

Mo Feng exerted a sudden burst of force, and as soon as the blade touched the iron ingot, a muffled thud was heard!

The entire transmission gear jammed instantly. No matter how hard Mo Feng pedaled, the machine tool wouldn't budge, and even the belt started to slip.

"That's the problem."

Mo Feng wiped the sweat from his brow and pointed out the current situation: "The human footsteps are uneven, resulting in extremely uneven power. Once we encounter strong resistance, not only will the gears fail to cut, but they may also break in reverse. In just the past few days, we've already had more than a dozen gears ruined."

Zhang Fan frowned slightly as he looked at the jammed machine tool.

Indeed, ancient craftsmanship was inherently crude, and without a stable electric motor, achieving metal cutting using only foot pedal power was extremely difficult.

"Mark the issues you just mentioned, as well as the dimensions and jamming points of each gear, on the drawing with a charcoal pencil," Zhang Fan instructed.

"Here you go!"

Although Mo Feng didn't know what the immortal master was going to do, he still obediently summarized and listed the questions clearly on the hemp paper.

Zhang Fan took the blueprints and immediately pulled out his phone from his pocket.

"Snap!"

The screen flickered as Zhang Fan took several high-resolution photos of the actual machine tool and its blueprints.

He then skillfully opened WeChat, found the contact person [749 Bureau - Chief Zhu Feng], and sent the photo directly to them.

The accompanying audio message reads: "Sir, calling for headquarters support! The first version of the Great Qin's first-generation human-powered machine tool has encountered a technical bottleneck. The power output is unstable, and it's prone to jamming and breaking teeth when cutting metal. Can our bureau's senior mechanical engineering expert take a look and see how to break this deadlock without electricity?"

Inside the highest command center of Bureau 749.

Upon receiving the message, Zhu Feng didn't waste a second. He immediately projected the image onto the large screen and pressed the emergency communication button.

"Immediately contact several academicians at the Institute of Mechanical Dynamics of the National Academy of Sciences! Daqin's industrial machine tool has malfunctioned; have them provide a solution as quickly as possible!"

In less than three minutes, several gray-haired giants in the field of mechanical engineering connected online.

The experts stared at the "wood-iron hybrid machine tool" on the screen, and instead of mocking it, their eyes were filled with excitement.

"Uneven pedaling power in ancient times? That's a classic question!"

An elderly academician adjusted his reading glasses and immediately saw the crux of the problem: "The biggest flaw of this kind of purely human-powered machinery is the lack of 'inertial energy storage'! The torque of pedaling fluctuates in the form of a sine wave, and it will naturally jam when it encounters a dead point."

"Reply to Comrade Zhang Fan immediately! Tell him to install a 'counterweight flywheel'!"

The old academician sketched it out directly on the paper: "At the end of the drive shaft, install a flywheel. When a person steps on it, the flywheel rotates and stores kinetic energy!"

When encountering cutting resistance or a decrease in pedal force, the flywheel's powerful inertia releases energy, forcing the cutter head past the jamming point, thus ensuring absolutely uniform and stable rotational speed!

"Also, tell him to change the gear ratio of the second stage! Change the speed ratio from 1:3 to 1:5, sacrificing a little speed in exchange for greater torque!"

(I've been counting the days, and it's almost time for my sick leave again, but I always need an excuse.)

Well... let's just say it is as the title suggests:

Fengfeng is suffering from some kind of misfortune and is not in good condition. She will be taking half a day off. Please forgive her!