Inventing something requires countless experiments, each step being like crossing a river by feeling the stones.
But knowing that something exists and replicating it exactly is much easier.
Especially for a simple mechanical device like a lighter.
Lin Nianhe tinkered for a day and a night. Even before Sie Yufei and Sun Yafei finished their high school exams, she had made a decent-looking lighter by herself.
"July 23, 1978, Ten Miles Lighter Factory, first ignition ceremony, begin!"
At the grain drying yard, Lin Nianhe invited the villagers and began the ceremony with utmost solemnity.
The villagers were a bit puzzled but clapped along cooperatively—nothing else to do, might as well entertain the kids!
In fact, most of the villagers didn't know what a lighter was, but the name was easy to understand; it should be something similar to a flint.
The loudspeaker played lively music, and Wang Xue awkwardly carried a tray covered with red cloth, forcing herself to go up the stage.
