Chapter 30 Epilogue: A Prosperous Tomorrow

"The real starting point of the establishment of the Republic is Seta, which was just a small city of hundreds of thousands of people before the establishment of the Republic."

The neatly dressed teacher tapped the blackboard to remind the children who had begun to doze off.

This city, which was once in ruins and rebuilt on the ruins, has become the core and center of the Republic.

It is located at the junction of the East and the West, with a fertile and flat plain, and countless railways connecting the East and the West. Like a strong heart, it transports people and resources to the most marginal cities of the Republic through the blood vessels of this industry. In this way, one ring after another, one section after another, it forms the busiest railway network on this land.

"But it should be remembered that the new Seta was not rebuilt directly on the site of the old Seta for the convenience of transportation and material transportation. Here is the key point, which will be tested in the exam."

The teacher tapped on the blackboard tirelessly, looking helplessly at these children who had just been promoted from the first grade to the second grade of junior high school.

"Seta's name has a "No" in the middle, which means Dr. Senota, the scientist who developed the second-generation steam core. The general speculation in the academic community is that Dr. Senota's early research and transfers to various places caused serious overdrafts on his body, which made the second-generation steam core his last research result. He died at the age of 48."

"And the second-generation steam core laid the foundation for the universal structure. Take notes and don't sleep! The biggest function of the second-generation steam core is that it unifies all steam core configurations, and a universal energy supply structure for machines from one ton to a thousand tons. The third, fourth and fifth generation steam cores in the future are all evolved from the framework of the second-generation core, which is the simplest structure."

"If you are lucky enough to be admitted to the Rune Engineering Department and the Energy Engineering Department, you will see this structure with your eyes open and closed."

The teacher drew a humanoid machine composed of slender blocks and a machine with four long legs carrying a steam engine on his blackboard. Obviously, drawing a little man can attract the attention of these half-grown boys more than dryly telling the textbook.

"The structure of steam machinery from one ton to a thousand tons, don't remember the wrong unit, remember the thousandth place."

The teacher tapped the blackboard, and the little kids below finally focused their memory a little.

"Teacher, teacher, what's your major?"

A student raised his hand and asked.

"Ahem, the teacher is a top student in Rune Engineering, ranking in the top 30% of the school."

Now he is a Chinese and history teacher, but it's not easy to be a teacher these days, with a stable job and a comfortable life. His senior brothers deal with motor oil every day.

He smacked his lips.

He seemed to see the strange looks of these children, but soon their eyes shifted to the steam machinery next to them.

In their memory, steam machinery is all kinds of robots with shells. They are covered with gray or silver-white shells, and occasionally reveal the gears that keep rotating in their bodies. Workers in yellow clothes are often followed by such a big man to help them move things.

As they thought, the teacher then described the invention and application of steam cores, and this whole paragraph was on the key points of the exam.

The children didn't like to hear this. They liked history class because they could hear all kinds of interesting stories.

"Teacher, Dr. Senotta's story is boring."

A naughty student ran to the teacher during the break and said.

"Boring? Now is not the time for Dr. Senotta to torture you. When you enter high school, the first physics and mathematics textbooks will be edited by Dr. Senotta. When you go to college, you will have many opportunities to deal with him."

There was a wail in the classroom.

The teacher said coldly.

"The next class is still my class. The three chapters are all about Joan of Arc's story."

The story of Joan of Arc is nothing new to them. Their parents would tell them the story of this founding general and the first president of the Republic. When the war between Vika and Mia was stuck in the quagmire, she set out from a small town and led her elite troops to the heart of the governor. A magical army, the governor's mecha, could not stop them from moving forward.

The children loved those heavy governor mechas. They always liked to copy the pictures of those old photos on the books with translucent paper, and then compete with each other during the break to see who drew better.

Everywhere she went, everyone shouted her name.

Behind the flag she raised, thousands of people gathered, their homes were broken, their homeland was in flames, and their brothers of the same blood were suffering.

After completely overthrowing the governor system of Vika, she did not stop her steps, and united with the Senota lurking inside Mia to deliver a fatal blow to those governors who were still celebrating the demise of their old rivals.

So far, the governors' rule has ended.

What happened next was boring. The teacher told them about the Republic of Iris, which they all knew, and this was the most boring part of the whole story: she reformed education so that everyone could afford to go to school; liberated the technology restricted by the academic tycoons and made it into books for everyone to use; told everyone that they had weak magical potential; opened up and discovered new countries...

Then in their time, the development of the fifth generation steam core, the new crystal mining technology, the fertile soil technology of special crystal dust, the full application of automatic machinery, the launch of rockets into space, these are all things they can see on TV, which are too close to their daily life to arouse their surprise, and they can't understand too complicated nouns.

"Today's class ends here."

"Teacher, teacher, what do you think our history would be like if there was no Jeanne?"

The teacher put away the textbook in his hand and looked at the sky outside the window. The blue and clear sky was like a light rain. The worker in the yellow uniform stretched out his hand to command the five-meter-high steam robot next to him to stretch out his arm to replace the broken light bulb.

"There is no if in history, children. But the choices made at every turning point in history will lead our history in different directions."

The teacher turned around and began to write the word "profession" on the blackboard, but the chalk in his hand broke when he wrote halfway through the word "profession". He changed a new chalk and wrote on the blackboard along the original handwriting until he finished writing the two words.

After finishing the topic, the teacher added another 800 words. After finishing, he put down the chalk and tapped the blackboard.

"This week's homework is to write an essay about what career you want to be in the future. The number of words should not be less than 800. The student on duty, come up and wipe the blackboard."

Another wailing sounded in the classroom.