Daming Yinghua

Chapter 209 Hooked

"There are more than ten kinds of Western iron bullets. Each bullet is round and must match the caliber of the gun, so there is no predetermined size and weight."

In the Songjiang Firearms Factory, Sun Yuanhua dictated a short explanatory text, and turned his head to Ge Hong, the craftsman: "Master Ge, does this sound easy to understand?"

Ge Hong nodded, and quickly offered a rainbow fart: "My master is amazing. Although he is a star of Wenqu, he can make firearms in such a way that even the most rough can understand."

Sun Yuanhua waved his hand modestly, and said to Gu Shouqian who was waiting with his pen in hand, "Let's write it down."

He said with a smile: "I have been studying art for a long time than you young scholars. Although I did not win the Jinshi in the end, I can't get rid of stereotyped writing. Fortunately, Miss Zheng has a bright temper and directly pointed out the old man's faults. Qi Shaobao's "New Book of Performance" is an example, saying that military books are not scientific research articles, they must be concise, even if the soldiers and gunners are illiterate, they can understand them as soon as they listen to them."

Gu Shouqian wrote in small script quickly, without raising his head to entertain the rhetoric.

He joined the firearms factory and assisted Sun Yuanhua in writing "The Spectrum of Western Firearms Magic Machines". Over the past few months, he had heard a lot of Sun Yuanhua's praise of Zheng Haizhu, and he gradually became convinced.

It is not easy for a young woman who is not a famous lady to make a master like Sun Yuanhua who is also a master of Western law listen to her opinion.

Gu Shouqian moved the tip of the pen to the front of the page that had already been drawn.

But on the paper, there are all kinds of spheres, some are hollow, some are solid.

The solid circles are different from each other. Some of the two ends of the file are fixed with sharp blades, some of which protrude from the two ends of the iron piece in the shape of an axe, and some are fixed by Gu Shou.

Using the drawing method of the exploded diagram, it demonstrates the shape of a chain ball that explodes in half.

Sun Yuanhua leaned over and pointed out one by one: "This one, write 'sound bomb', this one, write 'chain bomb', this one, write 'siege bomb'." , the two ends of the file are pointed, and the center line should be fixed first when casting, and the length should not be slightly longer or shorter, so that the round bullets will be heavy and low when they fly out, and cannot go straight through the enemy's formation."

The head of the craftsman, Ge Hong, watched from the sidelines with pride and satisfaction in his heart.

The details that Sun Yuanhua instructed Chengwen are the precious experience accumulated by Ge Hong and the craftsmen of the firearms factory through successful and unsuccessful attempts over the years.

Last year, Ge Hong took his nephew and nephew back to his hometown Danyang to worship the ancestors, and met fellow villagers who had returned from the north.

The fellow villager complained that the war bureau in the capital had deducted wages and forced the craftsmen to secretly take over private work. The deadline for firearms in the imperial court was tight, so everyone would steal work to save time. What kind of steelmaking forging is there, just hit a dozen After finishing the work, anyway, in the Shenji camp, there are now some useless descendants of the clan, or the nephews from the eunuch's hometown. They only eat wages and do not train.

Ge Hong couldn't help asking curiously, even though the firearms in Liaodong Town were provided by Songjiang, wouldn't the imperial court issue firearms to the battalions in Jizhen, Xuanfu, Datong and other places?
The fellow townsman sighed and made a fart. I heard that the gentlemen in the court said that there are indeed Tartars in Liaodong, and it’s just a matter of spending money to equip them with lighters. Rebellion, and the need to increase taxes, will suffer for the common people.

Ge Hong scoffed.What is it that hurts the common people?It was clearly because he was afraid that the court would ask the rich people for alms. After all, if a grassroots like him hadn't come out to rely on handicrafts to make a living, if he was stuck in his hometown farming, he really wouldn't be able to make any money.

Ge Hong then used himself as an example to describe the kindness of Zheng Haizhu, a female Bole, and praised the Songjiang Firearms Factory for its high wages, the masters never beat and scold the craftsmen, and the guns they manufactured rarely exploded.He persuaded several fellow villagers to go back to the north and try to spend money to get rid of their identity as a craftsman in the capital and come to Songjiang to work together.

At this moment, Ge Jiangtou, who has a full sense of accomplishment in his career, is about to boldly remind Master Sun Yuanhua that on this page in the book, it should also be noted that the steel plate must be carefully forged to have an even thickness, but his son Ge Hai He came running angrily, and hastily opened his mouth to report when he stepped through the door.

"Master Sun, father, the chief and deputy team leaders of the forging team B are all dead."

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The servant led the way, and Gu Shouqian came to the place where the immigrants lived by the Sishui River at the foot of Sheshan Mountain.

Mr. Huayi walked through with timid or curious eyes, and finally stopped in front of the messy iron shop.

Blacksmith Du was squatting on the ground, picking up the scraps of iron slag into the basket.

Looking up, seeing Gu Shouqian coming, Du Tiejiang's sad eyes lit up.

"Hey, the young master is here." He called eagerly behind him.

The iron shop, which should have been shining brightly, was like an unlucky black hole. Han Xiying got out of the hole and walked to the bright place of day.

"I'm sorry brother-in-law... I'm sorry young master for your kindness. We can't hand over the iron roller and needle blanks that young master asked for. This is the fixed money and I will return it to young master."

Blacksmith Du continued from the sidelines: "The little brother in the house must have reported to the young master. The shopkeeper said, we saved the young master, so we went to the young master to beg for food, and we are not allowed to make a living. They also use money to do things, no It’s rare to kill both of us, but as long as the stove dares to start again, they will smash it. The two young apprentices I picked were also scared away.”

Gu Shouqian stood with his sleeves behind his back, looking down at the Dingyin handed over by Han Xiying.

The white silver dime is particularly eye-catching in Han Xiying's dirty palm.

"Put it away." Gu Shouqian said coldly.

Looking at Blacksmith Du again, he said in an orderly tone, "Follow me to report to the officials, Songjiang Mansion is not a den of bandits."

Tiejiang Du showed embarrassment, and Han Xiying said in a deep voice, "Is Mr. Huang still in charge of the prosecution of the Songjiang mansion?"

"Correct."

"Hehe," Han Xiying smiled wryly, "Master Huang was the one who interrogated me back then. He must have recognized me at a glance just like the young master, and then informed Mrs. Miao of your mansion, and Miss Zheng, your best friend. Inform me... Eldest Sister and Second Uncle, in this way, within a few days, the entire Songjiang City will know that when the third Miss of the Han family came back, she was even worse than the refugees and Hanako."

Gu Shouqian frowned.

Standing opposite is his wife's enemy, an old man who once released his sins, and his own savior, and a new man who is now struggling to earn a bowl of rice.

The desolate and desolate self-inflicted meaning in Han Xiying's words ignited Gu Shouqian's pity for a brief moment.

His tone was gentle: "You guys pack up your belongings first, and I'll send you a bank note tomorrow. Hangzhou is a bustling wharf, and you can understand what I'm talking about. Why don't you two go there Open a shop."

Hearing this, Blacksmith Du happily said "Thank you, young master", and was about to kneel down and kowtow to Gu Shouqian, but Han Xiying stuffed the small bag of silver coins into Gu Shouqian's arms heavily, and said angrily, "I have done something wrong, I have done something wrong. Half of your face has turned into a grimace, but Young Master Gu, I still understand what face is. We can forge iron tools for you to eat, but we will not ask you for money for nothing like Hanako!"

"Stand up straight," she said, pushing her man hard again, "tomorrow you will go to the city and find an iron shop to sell your handicrafts. I have never been to Qingpu before, and no one will recognize me there. I will go door to door. Ask, do you want to wash the old woman and sew the poor woman? Let's earn a fortune to go to Hangzhou!"

Blacksmith Du wanted to be annoyed but dared not, so he squatted down with a sad face, turned his head to look at the basket containing the iron blocks, and said in a low voice, "What if those businessmen go to trouble the iron shop that hired me?"

"Then go to Wusongkou Wharf and be a porter!"

"Okay," Gu Shouqian interrupted Han Xiying's weeping reprimand, remained silent for a moment, and finally said, "There is a blacksmith's shop, and no one in Songjiang dares to make trouble. It just so happens that a skilled blacksmith is needed for an emergency, and Lao Du will go to earn some money." wages."

(End of this chapter)