The young man named Lynn took out an original "pendulum clock" made of wooden gears from the box. This move completely subverted Todd's cognition.

In previous history, Galileo first discovered the timing principle of the pendulum, but the real "pendulum clock" was invented in 1657 by the Dutch physicist Christian Huygens.

Although the "pendulum clock" in front of us is rough in workmanship and has a very different appearance from Todd's impression, the design of timing parts and swing parts are unique inventions in this era.

Todd looked at the slowly turning gears and asked Ulysses, "How did you think of gravity from this machine?"

When Ulysses said this, he was a little excited: "When we found the pendulum was falling, we wondered what force was pulling these heavy objects? Later, we experimented with stone, iron, wood and many other materials, and found that no matter what How does the weight and material change? The time for the pendulum to go back and forth is always fixed. We are thinking that there must be a force under our feet to give these objects a fixed speed!"

Todd nodded as he listened, and thought to himself that although Newton's approach to discovering gravity is different, the cognitive system of mechanics is a different approach.

Ulysses is a qualified scholar, but definitely not a qualified businessman. He pointed to the pendulum clock and continued: "Although we have discovered gravity, in addition to using it to design the pendulum clock to calculate time, I can't think of any other uses for the time being. Moreover, this pendulum clock often has errors in calculating the time, and the wooden parts often need to be replaced..."

The young man wanted to continue to say something, but his companion couldn't listen, so he stabbed Ulysses with his elbow and motioned him to shut up quickly.

Todd smiled: "Do you want to use this invention to get the investment of "Music Cooperative"?"

Everyone nodded quickly.

Todd looked at the crowd in front of him, then at the "pendulum clock", and finally nodded and said, "I can help you..."

The faces of everyone were surprised first, then surprise, and finally cheered loudly.

Todd put his hands down, motioning the crowd to temporarily restrain the excitement. He still had something to say: "But I ask you to write a book, a book on explaining "gravity". Where does this power come from, and how It acts on the object, what kind of energy characteristics, etc.. The amount of funds I give you will be increased or decreased depending on the quality of this book."

After hearing this strange request, everyone looked at each other. They never thought that the head of the regiment would actually determine the amount of funding based on the premise of studying "gravity".

Seeing this group of Metropolitan College students, monks studying ancient books, and residents who like to study walk out of the chief's room together, Todd thought of the future technological innovation in Muxi Town. As his professional direction is more biased towards biology and chemistry, he has nothing to excel in physics, especially mechanics, electromagnetics and thermodynamics. If we want to carry out the industrial revolution in the future, we must rely on the continuous progress of the world's own scientific level.

Thinking of this, Todd picked up the unfinished paper again, struggling to write.

The next day, two notices were issued in front of the church in Muxi Town. The first one is to inform the holders of the sacred bones of the "Muxi Mutual Aid Society" to come to receive the dividends of the mutual aid for one year; the second is to hold a "Story Contest" throughout Mushi Town. celebration.

The residents of Muxi Town, for the first announcement, except for the new vocabulary "dividends", everything else is easy to understand. The key thing that puzzled everyone was the second announcement about the story celebration.

Regarding the "Story Contest" celebration announcement, Todd's handwritten announcement is as follows:

In order to enrich the entertainment life of residents and discover the literary talents of the town, this story contest is specially held.

1. There are no restrictions on the identity, occupation, age, and gender of participants.

2. This contest only accepts text submissions, and there is no limit to the type of text, the length of the story, and the subject matter of the content.

3. The submission period is one month. The review team will judge the participating stories from multiple aspects such as plot, concept, writing style, etc., and select the top three, and give each one a hundred silver-month rewards.

4. For the top three award-winning stories, Muxi Town will hire a theater troupe to adapt it into a drama for performances throughout the town, and all the ticket income will go to the author.

As soon as such an announcement spread, the residents of Muxi Town were full of question marks at first. There is only one thought in people's minds, what does Master Shengzi want to do?

But then I think about it, those lords in other places always collect taxes, cut people’s heads, and exercise the "right of the first night." In comparison, the actual controller of Muxi Town, Lord Todd, just likes to look at others. The story written, this is really commendable.

Therefore, the residents who are grateful to the Son of Grace, plan to use the best stories to dedicate to Lord Todd. But there is another problem. The story must be handed in in words, and in the huge Muxi Town, with a population of nearly 2,000, there are actually less than 200 literate people.

This ratio looks embarrassing, but looking at the entire medieval world, the literacy rate in Muxi Town is already very high. You know, the priests in some churches in towns don't even recognize the words of the "Bible". Every time they preach at Mass, they just talk nonsense. This is absolutely nothing new.

In desperation, a new profession appeared in Muxi Town-"Book Recorder". Most of these people are monks and students who are commissioned by wealthy people to collect payments and turn their oral stories into words and submit them to the church.

The one-month submission period passed quickly, and the church received a total of 132 submissions. In terms of writing, there are Latin, common texts and even a few of them in northern dialect. Todd sat at the table, looking at one by one, the more disappointed he looked.

Most of the stories submitted are stories about praising Heavenly Father and singing about holy relics. Some are actually legends that Todd circulates in the folks, such as war against pirates, exorcism rituals, heretical trials, and so on.

Todd was speechless, so he saw that at noon the next day, just as he was about to lose hope for this "Story Contest", a contribution signed by Hans Christian Andersen came into his sight.

Mr. Hans is a quasi-baron of the Silver Ring Kingdom. He originally served as an army clerk and followed the Southern Army to attack Mursey Town. He was later arrested in a battle with the Cumberland army. Because of the poverty of the family and unable to pay the noble ransom, he can only become a prisoner and be responsible for some writing and digital work on the reconstruction site of the town.

In this "Story Contest~lightnovelpub.net~, the work he contributed is a short story called "The Robin".

The story is narrated in the tone and perspective of a 7-year-old boy.

There was a boy who was frail and sick since he was a child. His mother died of dystocia. His father relied on getting up early and coveting the dark and doing a few jobs to barely support his family.

Father and son depend on each other.

The war broke out, and the boy's father was forcibly called up by the army and took to the battlefield.

The boy lay alone in the damp and cold room, waiting for his father to come back, but there was no news of the latter, and he never returned home.

The boy in the high fever school dreamed that he had become a bird, flew over the city wall, over the river, and came to the battlefield where the two armies were fighting, and he found his longing father.

At the end of the story, the comrades-in-arms buried the bodies of the dead, only to find that a robin had also died in front of a tombstone.

Todd's eyes were red, and he quietly drew a circle on the manuscript.