Shen Tielan, a professor of mechanical engineering at Harbin Institute of Technology, woke up and became a low-class craftsman at the bottom of the Daning Dynasty. He could not take the imperial examination or do business, and he was a slave for generations.
We started in a shabby iron shop and still owed twenty taels to the government.
OK.
She glanced at the iron shop: the furnace can be modified, the anvil can be used, and the broken iron slag can be returned to the furnace. This is not junk, but raw materials.
She took a look at the knowledge system of the forty-seven SCI papers in her mind. This was not a cheap book, but a dimensionality reduction blow.
Stainless steel crossbows, assembly lines, muskets, artillery, steam battle cavalry...
While the entire court was still shouting "strange skills and obscene skills", she had already lit the ignition of the industrial revolution at the gate of the palace.
The eldest prince who was forced to guard the border said: "You make weapons, and I will win the war."
She rolled her eyes: "My skills will only be useful if you win. Don't hold back."
Low profile? She used her strength to make the emperor inseparable from the things she created.
Strange skills? She used her victory after victory to put these words back into the mouth of the civil servants.
Can't craftsmen go to court?
She does not go to court, she rides a motorcycle.
