I Am the Grandson of the Second Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Earning 100 Million Taels at the Beginn

Chapter 202 The appearance of the mysterious old Taoist priest and the second-generation gun.

The surprises did not come in succession.

Zhu Zhangui inspected the artisan camp next, but did not get a surprise report.

The department in charge of researching paper shell bullets has not yet researched mercury fulminate. Although it has intensified research on this aspect, but for some reason, it often ends in failure at the last step.

The accidents caused by the experiment also injured many craftsmen.

Other departments also have few results and not much research results.

Some small achievements have been made in the steelmaking department, and a small blast furnace has been developed, and preparations for steelmaking have recently begun.

And the worst department is the glider department.

For future aircraft, Zhu Zhangui first set up this department and asked them to study gliders and hot air balloons.

From the establishment of the department last year to today, this department has conducted a total of more than a dozen experiments, all of which ended in failure.

More than a dozen death row prisoners who were in charge of the test flight fell to their deaths.

A few days ago, when they went to Jinyiwei to raise another death row prisoner, the prisoners were so frightened that they refused to come.

They would rather be slashed with a knife than fall from the sky and die alive.

Nima, that death is too tragic.

Not even a whole body can be found.

Walking out of the artisan camp, Zhu Zhangui instructed Lao He and several stewards who followed behind.

"Tell everyone not to be impatient. You can't do it in a hurry to study this aspect. If you have any needs, masters, you can satisfy them as much as you can. If you can't, you can write to me."

"The situation of each master's family should also be taken care of. Other people's family gave us hard research. If there is a problem at home, then we will be sorry for them."

Old He and the others listened carefully.

When Zhu Zhangui mentioned the master's family members, Lao He promised: "Your Highness, don't worry, the old slaves are watching this aspect personally, and will not wrong the master's family members!"

Zhu Zhangui nodded, took the reins from Hu Yu, and was about to mount his horse and return to the East Palace.

"Wuliang Tianzun, but His Royal Highness Taisun is in person."

A loud shout sounded from afar.

The guards of Zhu Zhangui's guards drew their weapons and flintlock pistols at their waists one after another.

Lao He even stood in front of Zhu Zhangui, looking warily at the direction of the sound.

The Artisan Camp is a secret place of the Ming Dynasty, surrounded by the Fifth Army Battalion and the Three Thousand Battalion, and the guards of the Artisan Battalion also patrol at [-] o'clock.

Without the warrants of the emperor, prince and grandson, not to mention ordinary people, even a vassal king like King Zhao of Han would not be able to enter.

But today, no notification was received, and a stranger came in.

Zhu Zhangui looked at the place where the sound came from, and saw a thin old Taoist priest raising his hand to salute him.

"Dare to ask where the chief came from, and what is the purpose of looking for someone."

Zhu Zhangui didn't ask how the other party broke in.

If someone can come in, it means that the other party has the ability, and if there is a problem, it is also a problem of guarding.

The old Taoist chuckled and walked over slowly.

Hu Yu and the others aimed their guns at the old Taoist priest.

Being pointed at by so many guns, the old Taoist didn't change his expression, still looking at Zhu Zhangui with a smile on his face.

So bold.

With the feats of Shenjiying in the Northern Expedition and fighting Japanese pirates, the reputation of muskets spread all over the world.

In addition, Jin Yiwei also issued flintlock pistols, and many ordinary people already have a deep understanding of this weapon.

Everyone knows that this kind of weapon called a gun can knock people down with a single sound from dozens of steps away.

The old Taoist priest in front of him seemed to be a wandering Taoist priest, and he must have understood the power of this weapon.

But being pointed at by so many guns, the old Taoist priest didn't change his face, which shows that the other party either didn't know him, or didn't care at all.

"Don't be rude to the Taoist priest!"

After waving for Hu Yu and the others to put down their guns, Zhu Zhangui cupped his hands at the old Taoist priest.

Zhu Zhangui admires capable people very much. From the fact that he calls his craftsmen masters, it can be seen how much he values ​​these capable people.

It is precisely because of Zhu Zhangui's respect for the craftsmen that the craftsmen will give him work wholeheartedly.

You must know that before Zhu Zhangui, the status of craftsmen was very low.

Not to mention people of Zhu Zhangui's status, even the humblest petty officials are arrogant when facing craftsmen like them, and they don't treat them as human beings at all when they work.

"I don't know what advice the boss has!"

Zhu Zhangui's humble and polite appearance made the old Taoist nod slightly.

The rumors in the world are indeed true.

Although Zhu Zhangui, the grandson of the emperor, is a decisive figure, as long as he is not provoked, he is very kind when facing anyone.

"The old man has a request, please His Highness satisfy it!"

Zhu Zhangui raised his eyebrows, looked the old Taoist up and down, and asked with a smile.

"I don't know how I feel that I will fulfill your request."

The old Taoist smiled slightly, and took out a fixed bullet from his sleeve.

Swish!
Hu Yu and the others raised their guns again.

The kraft paper used by the old Taoist priest was loaded with bullets, but the standard ammunition of the Shenji Camp can only be produced here in the Artisan Camp, and it is simply not available outside.

Every round of ammunition that goes out must be counted and registered. As long as the quantity does not match, the officials who transported it and those who manage it will all be punished.

Therefore, since the appearance of this kind of fixed medicine, except for those lost on the battlefield, there has been no loss at all during transportation.

Even if it is lost on the battlefield, the soldiers who clean the battlefield will pick it up again.

The delivery by Jinyiwei and other departments is also strictly registered. Every time a shot is fired, it must be recorded, when the shot was fired, and why the shot was fired.

If there is no shooting record and the ammunition is lost, the punishment will be heavier than that of Zhu Zhangui.

Therefore, no matter which channel this old Taoist priest obtained this kind of fixed ammunition, it was an illegal act.

The New Firearms Criminal Law of the Ming Dynasty stipulates that those who are not allowed by the imperial court are not allowed to use items such as gunpowder and firearms, and offenders will be sentenced to death.

The reason why the punishment was so severe was that the imperial court was worried that someone would take firearms and sell them to other countries or manufacture them privately, which would bring harm to Ming Dynasty.

The manufacturing process of muskets is actually not complicated. As long as the barrel problem is solved, any country can manufacture them.

Daming Shenji Battalion is invincible vertically and horizontally, relying on the sharpness of firearms.

If other countries also possess such firearms, it will not be a good thing for Daming who intends to be the captain of the ball.

Zhu Zhangui did not stop Hu Yu and the others, but looked at the old Taoist with a serious expression.

"Daoist, this is a prohibited item, you have broken the law!"

The old Taoist smiled, stretched out his hand to break off the fixed bullet, and a wisp of white powder slipped out from it.

"Your Highness, don't misunderstand, this is something that the old Taoist imitated from a distance, and it is filled with flour."

"The reason why the old Taoist took out this thing is because the old Taoist wants to change the requested thing has something to do with it!"

Hearing this, Zhu Zhangui stretched out his hand to make several people retract their guns.

"I don't know what the chief is talking about?"

Zhu Zhangui was a little curious, this old Taoist priest.What can you come up with in exchange for your promise.

The old Taoist smiled slightly, took out a bamboo tube from his sleeve, and poured out a lot of white particles the size of millet.

"An old man has a way to ignite gunpowder without flint!"

Zhu Zhangui's calm expression froze for a moment.

Before Zhu Zhangui could speak, the old Taoist took out another stick with thick chopsticks and thick thumbs.

"The old way has a blade, the sharpest weapon in the world, which can cut through any steel in the world!"

Zhu Zhangui raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

Without explaining, the old Taoist took out another book and put it next to the two things.

"There is a book in the old way, which records countless magic tricks. If you study it thoroughly, you can create any magical thing!"

After finishing speaking, he looked up at Zhu Zhangui, "Can you ask Your Highness for a promise for these three things?"

Under the protection of Hu Yu and the others, Zhu Zhangui strode forward and picked up the book first.

On the cover is the seal script of the Qin and Han Dynasties, with three big characters written on it.

Mechanism.

Opening the book, there are various organs and strange gadgets that Zhu Zhangui has never seen before.

Glancing at the old Taoist priest who smiled and said nothing, Zhu Zhangui put the book aside, picked up the black stick and struck a sharp blade under the guidance of the old Taoist priest.

The blade is about half a foot long, thin and thin. It is said to be a sharp blade, but it is actually more like a long and straight fishbone.

Looking against the sun, you can even faintly see the light and shadow on the opposite side.

"gun!"

Zhu Zhangui did not dare to try the blade.

Judging by the appearance alone, this blade is definitely extremely sharp.

Zhu Zhangui intends to test whether, as the old Taoist said, he can cut through any steel in the world.

Hu Yu raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger in the distance.

With a "bang", the gunpowder and bullets in the gun were shot out.

Zhu Zhangui took the empty gun, holding the gun in one hand and the blade in the other, and the two touched each other with a light stroke.

There is no resistance.

The seamless steel pipe produced in the supermarket was cut off as if it were made of mud.

Seeing such sharpness, the people around gasped.

Everyone present knew how hard the steel pipe of the gun barrel was.

In order to study the rifling of guns, many master craftsmen have thought of countless ways to make blades, but in the end they all use this barrel, there is no way.

Unexpectedly, what they thought was the hardest steel pipe in the world would be cut off by an inconspicuous small blade like cutting mud.

Seeing the neat, smooth and burr-free incision, everyone was shocked.

Looking at the neat incision, and then at the thin blade without traces of curling or forging, Zhu Zhangui was ecstatic.

With this thin blade, the rifling of the gun is not an issue.

Carefully putting the thin blade back into the sheath, Zhu Zhangui looked at the old Taoist and asked respectfully.

"Dare to ask the chief, how to forge this blade, as long as the chief can tell, and the promise made by the chief, as long as it does not violate the laws of Ming Dynasty and human morality, I will go all out!"

The old Taoist squeezed his beard and shook his head.

"This blade was obtained by my ancestors. According to it, it has been passed down for thousands of years. According to ancient records, there was a sudden thunder and lightning on a mountain at that time. After the lightning disappeared, I sent ancestors to investigate and found this blade!"

Zhu Zhangui narrowed his eyes, and asked with shortness of breath.

"Where is the land of thunder and lightning!"

The old Taoist shook his head regretfully.

"I don't know, it hasn't been recorded. People of later generations also searched for it, but they found nothing."

Zhu Zhangui sighed regretfully.

If you can find a few more, rifled guns can appear in large numbers.

But one is more or less enough.

With the sharpness of this thin blade, it is no problem to pull out the rifling of nearly a hundred guns every day.

Over time, it is enough to replace the army.

Carefully putting away the blade, Zhu Zhangui looked at the white grains the size of millet that fell on the ground.

Seeing Zhu Zhangui's attention to the first item, the old Taoist introduced with a smile.

"This object is called Tianlei Sand, and it is made of mercury and some special items. It was accidentally discovered by an ancestor I sent, and there is a sound of flames and explosions when it hits!"

Finally, he said something with a smile.

"My ancestors often used him as a palm thunder to fool fools and fools!"

After the introduction, under the expectation of Zhu Zhangui, the old Taoist took out a needle and gently stuck it on a piece of Tianlei sand.

"Snapped!"

There was a soft sound, and Tianleisha, who was pinned by the Taoist priest, burst into a small flame.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Zhangui's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand like Hu Yu.

"gunpowder!"

Hu Yu understood the meaning in an instant, took out a round of fixed powder, poured it on a stone, and then carefully took out a grain of Tianleisha, and put it on the gunpowder.

"Use the long silver needle!"

After preparing everything, Hu Yu respectfully borrowed the silver needle from the old Taoist priest.

Then he squeezed the silver needle in his hand, and stabbed it directly on the Tianlei sand without blinking his eyes.

"boom!"

The gunpowder was instantly ignited, and Hu Yu wiped the silver needle clean and returned it to the old Taoist priest, not caring about his blackened hands.

"Good guy!"

The old Taoist gave Hu Yu a thumbs up in appreciation.

Hu Yu smiled and retreated behind Zhu Zhangui.

Passing the bamboo tube containing Tianlei sand and the precious blade tube to Lao He behind him, Zhu Zhangui whispered a few words in his ear.

Lao He nodded at the old Taoist priest, said his goodbyes with a smile, and then quickly turned and left.

After watching Lao He leave, Zhu Zhangui smiled and cupped his hands at Lao Dao.

"It's a certain honor to meet Taoist priest today. I don't know if the chief will show his face and have a few drinks with the boy!"

"Haha, it is an honor for the old Taoist to dine with His Royal Highness, please."

Zhu Zhangui's requirements for the craftsman camp are to use one generation, prepare one generation, and study one generation.

It's just that it's just getting started, and it's impossible to prepare for the next generation.

But for the firearms research department, the next generation of concept guns has already been prepared.

That is a breech-loading rifle.

As for the front-loading rifles, they are defined as the modified version of this generation for use.

No man can refuse the temptation of guns, and Zhu Zhangui is the same.

He also likes guns very much. He had toy guns when he was a child, and an air gun for shooting birds when he was a teenager. When he grew up, he also went to a shooting club to experience real guns.

It's a pity that he can't own a gun of his own due to national laws.

But he has seen some documentaries and materials in this regard.

Coupled with the novel and war movie reasons, he also has a certain understanding of the development of guns.

Zhu Zhangui designated the first-generation gun used by the Shenji Camp as a rifled flintlock.

But at present, it seems that the rifled flintlock may not be used.

The second-generation gun is the back hall rifle in a paper shell.

The reason why copper is not used is not only the lack of technological foundation, but also the lack of raw materials.

As for directly replacing it with steel like in later generations, Daming's craftsman skills can't reach that status for the time being.

When Zhu Zhangui invited the Taoist priest to a banquet, Lao He hurried to the gun research and development department with two things.

"Master Wang, don't hold the meeting yet, I have something to ask you!"

Zhu Zhangui came to inspect today, but the firearms department did not have any results, which made the face-conscious Master Wang feel a little dull, and felt that he was ashamed of Zhu Zhangui's trust.

What made him even more uncomfortable was that the steam engine department had achieved great results, which hit him like a whip.

After Zhu Zhangui left, he hurriedly summoned everyone to hold a meeting to study how to make a new generation of guns.

As a result, as soon as the meeting started, Lao He hurried in and interrupted the meeting.

"What's wrong with Manager He? Did His Highness have orders!"

Seeing Lao He's serious appearance, Master Wang hurriedly greeted him and asked nervously.

Old He shook his head.

"Don't ask, go get the concept gun from the counter!"

Although Master Wang was a little curious about what was going on, seeing Lao He's serious look, he didn't dare to ask any more questions, turned around and ran to the counter, and took out the concept gun on display.

After taking the concept gun handed over by Master Wang, Lao He quickly ordered.

"I need a master rifling master with precise craftsmanship, and a master master who makes paper shell bullets for concept guns."

Master Wang's eyes lit up, he quickly turned around and called an old craftsman over.

The three walked into a laboratory, and Lao He took out the bamboo tube and the sharp knife, and began to explain it to the two.

The eyes of the two became brighter as they listened, and finally waved their hands excitedly, and began to process the concept gun under the arrangement of Lao He.

A morning passed slowly.

The three scrapped five concept guns before they came up with satisfactory results.

The reason why so many were scrapped was because the sharp blade was too sharp, and the master who pulled the rifling did not control the force well, and several guns were scrapped.

"It's okay this time!"

Looking at the gun placed in front of him, and the 5 rounds of ammunition that were very smooth and flat, he followed Lao He who had been busy all morning, wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked Master Wang.

Master Wang hesitated for a moment, picked up the gun and bullets to check several times, and then nodded.

"It should be fine!"

Lao He opened his mouth, originally wanting to say that I shouldn't, but thinking that it was really not easy to do this in such a short period of time, he could only nod in approval.

Reaching out to take out the walkie-talkie on his body, Lao He fiddled with it a few times, and said to the walkie-talkie.

"Your Highness, it's finished. Should I send it over here, or come over here!"

Master Wang and the old craftsman scratched their heads in doubt, not understanding what kind of stupid He Guanshi committed, how could he talk to a small box?

But just when the two were about to ask questions, a voice suddenly came out of the small black box in Guanshi He's hand.

"Guard He, Your Highness said that he will be there in a while, and asked you to wait for him at the shooting range."

"Alright Guard Hu, I see, I'll go to the shooting range and wait."

After confirming the experimental site, Lao He put the walkie-talkie into a delicate small bag with a bewildered expression on the faces of a group of people in the firearms research department, took off the sharp blade, put it away carefully, and walked out of the firearms department with the gun in his arms.

But as soon as he stepped out of the door, he looked back suspiciously, and looked at the people in his firearms research department in a daze.

"What are you looking at me for, let's go!"

(End of this chapter)