Master of Thermodynamics

In the wooden house with the breath of fresh logs, there are 60 wide double-layer wooden beds, divided into two long rows, neatly arranged along the wall.

Two long black metal pipes lay across the wooden bed, from one end of the wooden house to the other. The surface of the pipe is welded with dense metal sheets, which makes it look a little strange.

Seeing Renault looking up at the pipe, Albus said:

"Lord Lord, this is the heat dissipation pipe for heating the refugee camp... Thanks to the help of the Southern Fleet, the fleet commander Colonel Camacho directly took out a eliminated high-power'Thermal Heater' as the whole The core of the camp’s heating system."

"The Haichao Chamber of Commerce urgently purchased more than 3,000 tons of heavy oil from the'Black Ice Distillation Factory' in'Chaka City', plus the firewood we arranged for refugees to cut down. Even if it is heated 24 hours a day, there is no need to worry throughout the winter. Fuel..."

"Good job." Renault regained his gaze from the pipe and said with a smile, "Except that the design of the heat sink is not reasonable...I can feel that the temperature of the hot air at the entrance of the pipe is about 120 degrees, and the average heat dissipation per meter of pipe The area reaches 12 square meters, which is too much, and there is a suspicion of wasting materials... This will lead to rapid heat loss and uneven temperature in the house..."

With Renault's superb control over heat energy, for a temperature within 10,000 degrees, he can judge the specific temperature only by his spiritual perception, and the error will not exceed plus or minus 3 degrees.

Albus was taken aback when he heard it, his face showing admiration:

"My lord, you are too right... Many refugees responded to the camp managers, saying that some parts of the wooden huts are as hot as summer, and they can't even sleep at night..."

After a pause, he tentatively asked:

"Then Lord Lord, can you please give me some advice on how to improve the heating system?"

"Remove 1/3 of the heat sink, and then lower the heating temperature set by the Heat Demon heater, um... 18 degrees." Renault said casually.

Albus nodded repeatedly:

"I'll let people do it."

While the two talked, they walked along the aisle left in the middle to the other side of the wooden house, and Bernadette followed suit, listening carefully to the dialogue, and quickly recorded it on the shorthand pen from time to time.

Wherever the three of them passed, the refugees cast their awe-inspiring gazes, stepping away from a long distance, or sitting in the corner of the bed, with their heads hanging down and afraid to speak.

Each bed is padded with a thin "Mandela Fleece" mattress, covered with a linen sheet, and on one side is a pillow that is also filled with "Mandela Fleece".

The so-called "Mandela velvet grass" is an alien plant with extremely thin and long fibers, similar to cotton, but with a slightly rougher hand than cotton.

Because of this, despite the warmth retention of fluffy grass is quite good, nobles prefer wool woven blankets.

However, even if the price of fleece bedding is not high, more than 95% of the refugees in the refugee camp cannot afford it.

For most of the low-level civilians, once the weather gets cold, they can only rely on dried grass blades to keep warm.

However, dry grass leaves have a fatal disadvantage. If they are not often dried, they will easily become damp, and then they will breed germs and pests.

The winter in the alien world is so cold, there are not many fine weather, and lack of drying conditions, the hard-pressed civilians have to nest in the half-dry and half-damp "grass nest" that hides a large number of diseases and insects to survive the long cold winter.

Adults may be able to handle such a harsh living environment, but children with weaker resistance may not be able to handle it.

This is also one of the important reasons why the death rate of children from low-level civilian families has reached an astonishing 50%.

It can be said unceremoniously that this batch of items provided by Tututat City is definitely the best bedding that refugees have ever used in their lives, not one of them.

Therefore, when the refugees learned that the ownership of these items belonged to them and they could take them away for free after leaving the refugee camp, they cherished the bedding to the extreme.

When Renault walked through the aisle, every bed in his sight was neatly packed, and there was not even a trace of wrinkles on the surface of the sheets.

"As for food, how are the refugee camps arranged?"

Renault asked again.

Albus replied without thinking:

"My lord, we have arranged three meals for the refugees every day... Breakfast is usually ‘bean, rice and scallop porridge’, with a maximum of two bowls per person. Even a strong man with a larger appetite can almost eat enough."

"Lunch usually has two dishes, one is'seaweed stewed salted fish', and the other is a piece of fresh fish. Its cooking method is different. Sometimes it is fried fish pieces, sometimes it is grilled fish pieces... The staple food can be freely chosen. Bread' or'bean and rice'."

"Dinner is a bit simpler, most of the time there is only one dish..."

"Three meals a day, and one meal with meat." The reporter who has been quiet, couldn't help but interjected, "Oh, this is really good... As far as I know, even when the years are better. , Civilians can only eat two meals a day...If it is winter, there will be only one meal a day..."

She half recalled, half emotionally said:

"My father is a lord. He has many children. All of us depend on a benefice to live on. The cost of food and clothing is not generous."

"I remember when I was a child, every winter, my father would let the chef cook one less meal. The whole family only ate two meals a day. There were not many opportunities to eat meat... But it was not without benefits. My mother would allow us. Sleep longer and get up later..."

"Because this can reduce the amount of activity and get hungry more slowly..."

"Who said no?" Albus nodded with conviction, and said mockingly, "I come from a family of small merchants and my family is far inferior to that of Miss Bernadette."

"In my impression, winter is the most difficult season. It is rare to have enough food... To be honest, life is not as good as this group of refugees..."

This sentence caused the lady reporter to let out a chuckle.

Albus said again:

"The steward of the refugee camp told me that the refugees are discussing in private, thinking that they are not living as a refugee, but a life of a master... Hey, living here not only eats and drinks, but also doesn’t freeze at all. And almost no work, what is this not the master?"

"Many refugees also think that if they spend a whole winter in the camp, they will gain a lot of weight..."

Albus looked at Renault with reverent eyes, and said respectfully:

"My lord, you are right. The times are indeed different. Even the refugees are living so happily... It is unimaginable that such an astonishing change has taken place in just three years."

"All of this is your gift, you have changed the human world..."

On the side, Bernadette's beautiful eyes were flowing, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Renault smiled slightly:

"I once said that Magic Technology is the primary productive force!"

"The stronger the magic technology, the more developed the productivity... I can be sure that the future will definitely get better and better!"