My British Empire

A manor with a huge area appeared in front of His Majesty the King, and he couldn't see the side at a glance.

The long fence surrounds the grassland and mountains, and the thick wooden boards, like guards, guard this place that represents the future of mankind with their heads held high, showing pride and complacency.

The huge manor is scattered with large and small buildings, some are neat and gorgeous, some are ruined, and some are ugly and narrow. These are the main buildings of each college.

As a family area, it was placed on the far left side of the manor, which was close to the water source and closer to the town, so it was a good place.

A wide road connects the various buildings, the trees are shady, the flowers are lush, and it is a beautiful place.

In front of the gate, four palace guards guarded it, and they looked quite energetic.

The royal carriage stopped in front of the gate, and naturally the head of the guard went to communicate. Edward sat up, and the two maids helped him straighten his clothes.

As a king, the image outside is very important.

After a while, the carriage slowly entered the Academy of Sciences, leaving shallow car marks on the road.

Lifting the curtains and looking at this scientific research institute that had just taken shape, Edward felt a different feeling in his heart.

If I can't make it right, I am the person who values ​​science the most in this era, and future generations will definitely give me a nice title.

My father is the father of the British Navy, so I am the father of European science. I am very happy to think about it.

"Dum—" There was a soft sound, and I felt that the carriage had stopped, and Edward was about to get off.

Stepping on the stool, Edward set foot on the land of the Academy of Sciences.

In front of the carriage, a middle-aged man with a wig, slightly fat, with a small general belly, with a complimenting expression on his face, looks like a kind old man.

"Welcome Your Majesty! I am honored to wait!"

He and the twenty or thirty people behind him shouted scatteredly, looking weak.

"Academician George, and fellow academicians, there is no need to be too polite. I am here this time mainly to inspect the results of the Academy of Sciences. You are too polite!"

With a smile on his face, Edward looked at the welcome team of dozens of people, and said softly, he couldn't see the majesty of the king.

And the senior academicians are used to it, but the new academician looks flattered, his face flushes immediately, his legs tremble slightly, obviously he still can't bear it in his heart!

Regarding these polite welcomes, Edward was noncommittal. The most important value of this group of scientists lies in their talents, and etiquette is not important.

Then, the others dispersed, and Edward chatted with the president of the Royal Academy of Sciences, an astronomer.

At present, the astronomy community is still studying Copernicus' heliocentric theory and seeking more evidence to verify it, so what Edward talked with him was nothing more than some recent astronomical discoveries.

While walking, Edward saw the building of the School of Mathematics.

The whole building is like a country landowner's villa, rich and bright.

Inside, the offices were in a mess, a lot of draft paper was rolled up, thrown on the ground, and books were scattered. There were only a few mathematicians, who were concentrating on their research and didn't care about the king's arrival.

It seems that most people go to work part-time, so forget it!

Edward cast a glance, uninterested, he hated mathematics.

After that, came the School of History and Geography.

At this time, there were so many parchments piled up in the rooms of these academicians that the desks couldn't fit.

For His Majesty's arrival, he only saluted slightly, and then went on to his own business, looking extremely busy.

In fact, the reason why they are so busy is the credit of His Majesty the King.

After the establishment of the School of Geography and History, Edward asked these scholars to compile a general history of England.

Then Scotland, Wales, Ireland, in short, finally gathered together to become the general history of the United Kingdom.

This is extremely difficult at present, not only lack of information, but also very time-consuming.

However, Edward still asked them to continue. History is the backbone of the nation, and it is the best medicine to unite the broad masses of the people.

How history is written, the scholars of the time asked this question.

The young king smiled slightly: nine false and one true.

Came here again, glanced at the first draft that had been completed, and Edward put it down.

It took two years for the first draft to sort out the history before William the Conqueror, and the Norman dynasty had not yet begun.

In this way, His Majesty the King and his party came to the Faculty of Arts again, and there were also not many people here.

The Faculty of Letters was assigned important figures by the king.

They will collect songs from all over England and Scotland, and then use the London pronunciation as the standard to create a language and writing system that belongs to the entire United Kingdom.

At present, English is not perfect, and many grammar and words are full of mistakes, even copying Latin.

Therefore, the unification of language and characters is the top priority at present.

Therefore, after looking at the manuscripts they compiled, Edward also left immediately.

The School of Chemistry is the main purpose of Edward coming here.

Currently, the School of Chemistry has only one research topic: cement!

Earlier, the granulation of gunpowder has been completed, and now about gunpowder, it is just an optimized formula.

Cement, a powerful weapon for defending the city, was not born until the 19th century. What would happen if it appeared now?

Edward said that he didn't know, but he understood that the emergence of cement is very important to the current England.

Brittany and Normandy were easy to attack but hard to defend.

And if there is cement, the current artillery will lose most of its power. As long as a few key points are defended, Brittany and Normandy are likely to be defended.

Therefore, Edward used his only knowledge: cement is fired from limestone and clay.

I don't know, the ratio of limestone and clay, and the details of the ratio of iron powder and gypsum will be added later, but this will make things difficult for these half-bucket chemists.

After telling this group of chemists, in the past two years, the chemists have almost forgotten their research and put it into practice.

I don't know how many times I have experimented. Anyway, the discarded cement has been turned into a hill, and it is still being continuously increased.

Seeing these half-bucket chemists perseveringly conducting experiments and working hard for the country and the people, Edward couldn't help feeling a lot.

You see, the palms of several people have turned black and gray, dry and cracked, and their faces are disheveled. The clothes on their bodies are torn, and they look as if they rolled from the mud.

What a group of dedicated and conscientious scientists! Edward couldn't help sighing in his heart.