Become the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, Chongzhen!

Chapter 228
Plans can't keep up with changes.

Especially for infiltration, you can only plan according to changes.

It's not a big deal for a small family to close their doors and prostitute themselves in the daytime.

But it was time to turn the land, and every household in Zhuangzi was busy working around the fields, turning the fields first and waiting for the season for planting.

Pei Wu, oh no, Fang Dahu's family will inevitably be poked in the back.

Or foreign?
That should be scolded.

The next day, Pei Wu saw a group of old people pointing in front of his yard, and spit when he saw Pei Wu come out.

"Bah! Rascal lazy!"

Pei Wu shook his head and laughed a few times before passing, but Fang Liushi was too ashamed to see anyone.

Seeing a few old people pointing and pointing, there is a tendency to become more and more rampant, Pei Wu is also reasonable, and directly shouted: "Who will plow this land without a boy with a handle!"

The old people exploded immediately, and one of them was seen by Pei Wu before.

"I knew you were so virtuous! This land shouldn't sell you!"

Li Zheng was heartbroken until Pei Wu came over and stuffed two taels of silver.

"Laurie is worrying about getting two helpers in the country to turn the field down! I have horses at home, and the land is easy to plow. Didn't I say that I'm a carpenter! This house needs to focus on crafts first! And ah. "

As he spoke, Pei Wu patted his chest, and said softly to the old people: "I am the only one at home, and I escaped from the north with great difficulty, so I have to hurry up and leave a queen! There is no way this is it! Look at it, old man My hand, can I be a lazy man!?"

The silver and hands are very convincing, and the old man who was still scolding Pei Wu just now became kinder.

"Yo? Will you make a coffin in your later life?"

"It's good to have a craft. Those who can save money, own cars and horses really don't look like lazy people. Younger students, there is a land temple in Hejiapuzi to the east. I heard that praying for a child is very effective. You can let your mother-in-law try it."

"It's hard to find now, but it will be easier to find after two days."

Pei Wu pushed back Lizheng's hand: "Then you put it away first, put it away! I have to clean up the plane, chisel, axe and so on these days, this old man, as long as it is wood, you can make anything! You are Gui Geng this year ah?"

"77!"

"Hey!"

After some debating, Pei Wu managed to get along well with the high-level officials in the village, and one of the old people was the patriarch of the Zhang family, a famous family in the village.

From the selection of materials to the production of the coffin, to taking out tools to perform the craft on the spot, and then the topic successfully shifted to the Tongguan battlefield in the northwest.

"War, at the beginning Chuangjun was only 20 miles away from our fort! After Chuangjun left, the old man I sent a young man to take a look. You don't know the young man, even now there is only one Zhuangzi left in the west! In the past More than ten or twenty!"

"If it weren't for the Nanyang City behind us, which is the fiefdom of the Holy Majesty today, otherwise."

"what!?"

Pei Wu looked a little frightened.

"Isn't there Governor Zheng at the front?"

The old man waved his hand: "It happened before Governor Zheng came!"

Li Zheng didn't hold back his sorrow when he talked about it, and so did the head of the Zhang family next to him.

"Governor Zheng is a good official. After the army under his command was stationed, the surrounding villages did not suffer any harm, but a good official may not be able to fight!"

"The northern part of Luoyang is full of Tartars. If Daming loses again, what will we do in Nanyang! What will we do in Zhuangzi!"

Pei Wu shook his head: "Didn't you not fight for a while?"

"Ah!"

Li Zheng laughed at the young man's stupidity: "When the land is planted, you can see if you can fight it! The heads of Luo Nan's people who have been killed are rolling! The army recruiting team has come to us! If it is not busy, our Zhuangzi The man in the house can't come back!"

"Team training?"

Pei Wu's eyes lit up, showing the tendon on his arm: "Don't treat me like an outsider!"

"It seems that he is indeed a good man! If you can do it, go to work yourself! A man from the same town! If you have something to do, you are indispensable!"

"okay!"

"There is still no news about Yucai?"

"Go back to Eunuch, no."

"Ugh."

Wang Chengen sighed and waved Jin Yiwei down.

He didn't think too much about Pei Wu's affairs, in exchange for the attendants who were about to enter the palace.

The business of artillery production is indeed in the hands.

But the mass production of the Ming gun in the basement was a mess.

If you want to industrialize the assembly line as much as possible, you need a large factory building.

So a brown bass that was also red but only engraved with the Sanchen flag was carefully wrapped into a box by Wang Chengen, and sent to the side hall of the imperial city together with him.

"Wang Qing, is this the treasure gun?"

"Exactly, please take a look at the captain."

"Hey, just give it to me."

After Zhu Yujian took the long box and opened it, the bright red firecracker inside was very pleasing, and he took it out to play with and rubbed the flintlock mechanism, which was also very delicate.

"It's more delicate than the flintlock guns presented by foreign missionaries before."

"This is made by a craftsman from Guangdong in the gun factory under the jurisdiction of the minister. After he got the raw fire gun from Xiyi, he joined several craftsmen in the gun factory to make it. The minister inspected it many times and felt that it was ingenious. It was a gift from God to me. The divine weapon, so I present it to His Majesty."

Hearing this, Zhu Yujian laughed and stood up to help Wang Chengen: "I want to have a try, please accompany me."

"As ordered."

Palace shooting range.

Zhu Yujian held the gun himself, and Wang Chengen accompanied him and handed the gunpowder and round lead bullets.

After inserting the round buckshot, Zhu Yujian took aim and pulled the trigger towards the target fifteen steps away.

Successfully hit the second ring.

"It's about to go off at the touch of a button, sparks are flying everywhere, but Wang Qing's gun is much better than the Xiyi gun."

Seeing that he hit the second ring, Zhu Yujian smiled and praised, and then asked for ammunition.

On the second serve, it hit the bullseye.

As a result, Zhu Yujian focused his eyes and aimed carefully.

The third shot also hit the bullseye.

"Change the target! Fifty steps!"

At this time Zhu Yujian was a little excited.

Fifty steps first shot, second ring.

Second shot, on target.

The third shot hit the target.

Rifling actually appeared quite early.

As early as the fifteenth century, someone had already made an attempt to change the ballistic trajectory by drawing lines in the barrel. However, due to the limited technical level and great technical difficulty, rifling was a paper technology that only existed in a very small range. It was slowly popularized in the ninth century, and it was widely used in artillery and firearms.

But this technology is only expensive in its fineness, and it is difficult to obtain results and effects, but as soon as the answer is revealed, countless ways to solve the answer will emerge in an instant.

Such as the hook knife broaching method.

Precise rifling can be produced by one person using only wooden machinery.

So even if the round bullet is changed, as long as there is a precise rifling, it will produce a superior rotation effect.

Its accuracy is not bad either.

"Change again! One hundred steps!"

Zhu Yujian's beard was almost bristling, and he commanded Jin Yiwei urgently.

Three shots at a hundred paces, two shots hit the target, and one shot passed the target.

But this effect has made Zhu Yujian ecstatic!

"Why so precise!?"

Wang Chengen touched the barrel of the gun, and seeing that it was not very hot, he said: "The mystery is inside the barrel, Your Majesty will know it by touching it."

Zhu Yujian poked his fingers straight, and found that there was indeed a bump inside, so he simply pointed the barrel of the gun at his eyes, making Jin Yiwei beside him nervous.

Seeing this, Wang Chengen was full of smiles.

Soon it will be more than just an artillery factory.

It is a military factory.

　The title is wrong again, this is chapter 220 six
　　
　
(End of this chapter)