The struggle of the reborn prince

In the early morning, Zhao Tun walked around the garden for more than half an hour as usual, his body was already covered with sweat, and he returned to the courtyard where he lived, washed his hands and face, first saluted and kowtowed to the north, and gave his respect to the emperor who was hundreds of miles away. The father and the concubine's mother pay their respects, and after finishing this set, they start to eat breakfast.

Zhao Tang washed his hands again, sat down at the dining table, and looked at the things on the table. On various silver plates, there were piles of Xiangyuan, tangerines, pomegranates, oranges, and some deep-fried ring cakes, oil cakes and jujubes. Tower, Hubing.But it looks pretty good, but he is not allowed to eat it, these are all for display, the only thing he can eat is a small bowl of mutton porridge and a bowl of mutton noodle soup, after Jian Xi tastes it, it is his turn to eat, And you can't eat them all, the rules in the mansion are like this, to prevent children from eating too much to "hold on". It is an extravagant wish for the prince to have a full meal!

After the meal, Zhao Tun reluctantly left the dining table, followed Jianxi to the big study in the front hall, where the teacher was already waiting there. The teacher first asked him to recite the "Hundred Surnames" he learned yesterday, and then led him to read it. A new paragraph, after repeating it three times, let him study by himself, and then read his own book on his own and forget about it.

Zhao Tama would memorize these things in kindergarten, but he didn't expect to have to learn them again now, it's extremely boring, but now that the crisis is everywhere, he can only bear it, and "taking the lead" will only lose his life faster, pretending to be stupid is the kingly way.Zhao Tun read it twice at the top of his voice, his voice became smaller and smaller, and gradually disappeared.If the one-on-one teaching in the previous life was definitely the dream of many parents, Zhao Tong felt that it was boring. In the past, he lived a collective study life with forty or fifty classmates from kindergarten to military school. Now he faces this problem alone every day. An old man who is over fifty years old is already doing well without falling asleep.

The old gentleman sitting in the front is going to participate in this year's Qiu Wei. He had already won the Juren 30 years ago. He thought that he could live a life of "eating mutton" if he won the Jinshi. Cai Mi's life can't go on anymore, so I had to find a job as a teacher.The wages paid by this family are not low, [-] yuan per month, and they also take care of the food, and only teach one student, and the student is not in good health, so they only teach half a day.Originally, I wanted to teach this student well, but I didn’t expect this unlucky child to be too lazy and stupid, and he didn’t want to attend class for half a day. He hasn’t finished a copy of "Hundred Surnames" yet, and his heart is cold. Every day, students and teachers come This can be regarded as taking what you need.

"Jianxi, did I ask you to get everything together?" Zhao Tang asked the 'book boy' who was dozing off at the side.

"Second Lord, I have found everything. I have worked hard. Those people have never seen what you want. If it weren't for the high wages, they would not be willing to do it!" Said, these things are useless to him, but the money is really worth spending. Even an old craftsman with good skills will spend more than ten days to make those things, but the second master has a bad mind Shi, as long as he gets it, he is happy, and he never asks how much it costs, and he can earn some money, so he has always been very caring and active.

"After dinner, send it to my small study. How much did you spend to ask the chief manager? Why don't I teach you!" Zhao Tong waved his hand and said, stopping his chatter, and when he saw his happy eyes, he talked with himself for a long time on the spot. The logistics chief who was sent to the prison had a virtue, this kid took himself for a fool, but now there is no confidant around him, he has benefited, and he dare not speak nonsense, just in line with his own mind, so Zhao Tian will continue to be a fool. Fool'.

"Second Master, don't worry!" Jian Xi was delighted, and replied with a charming smile. This time, he got another ten pennies.Before he was assigned from the palace to serve the second prince here, he was just a handyman who swept the floor and sprinkled water. People in the palace said that the second highness was a disaster, and whoever would be with him would be unlucky.He was cautious at first, but it didn't take long for him to realize that the prince is not a disaster, but a blessing. At least his purse is much heavier than in the palace.

Seeing the master and servant chattering below, the old gentleman sighed softly, "Dead wood can't be carved!" He turned his face to look at his book, and he was out of sight and out of mind.After finally making it to noon, the teachers and students all flew out of the study room, everyone felt uncomfortable!

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Zhao Tang put all the things that Jian Xitao got these days on the book case. There were thirty or forty parts, large and small. While putting these scattered things together, he lamented that he underestimated the ancients , these processed parts are absolutely impossible to make in modern times without the level of 'eighth-level workers'. It seems that although Jianxi is greedy for money, the things he got are really good.

Zhao Tuan just slightly modified a few parts with a file, then assembled them together, and tapped the connecting rivets with a hammer. Something that the ancients absolutely did not know, but a modern three-year-old child also knew appeared on the book case. ——It was a short-bodied revolver, the barrel made of brass was shining golden, and the pineapple handle was also very good in the hand. Zhao Tian breathed a sigh of relief, and weighed the gun in his hand, feeling a little heavy , but with a gun in his hand, his temperament has completely changed, as if he is a murderous god who can violently kill people at any time.

"Shh..." Zhao Tong took a long breath, restrained his breath, and quickly assembled another gun with the remaining parts. His worries were a little unnecessary. I made two sets for replacement, so I can't blame him for being cautious. In his previous life, he was able to get out of the mission every time, which is inseparable from his cautious character.

Zhao Tong's making pistols was not a whim, but entirely to deal with possible disadvantages to himself. He didn't want to put his safety in the hands of those who didn't know anything about it.There is no shortage of such things as swords and swords in the palace. The problem is that he can't use them. The best weapon is a small pistol, but this thing will not appear until seven or eight hundred years later, and there is nowhere to buy it if you have money.After thinking about it, he thought of the original black powder revolver. This kind of gun has a simple structure and is relatively easy to manufacture under the existing conditions. He used Jian Xi to spend nearly two months gathering the required things. .

Zhao Tuo pulled the trigger, the hammer accurately hit the firing cap, pulled up the hammer again, and the magazine rotated accordingly, making a slightly intoxicating crisp sound, and entered the firing state again, he squinted one eye to check. Whether the barrel and the cylinder match, this is the key part. Don't be careless.He didn't have too much expectation for this gun. He took into account the ancient processing level of the copper gun body, which led to many defects in the gun.The texture of copper is relatively soft, and the parts cannot withstand the wear and tear caused by frequent firing. After continuous firing, the barrel and the cylinder will cause gaps due to thermal expansion, and air leakage will occur if the seal is not good, resulting in a decrease in power and affecting accuracy. The tension spring of the gun is definitely not good with the current level of craftsmanship, he has to use substitutes, bullets are even more extravagant, and the loading method can only be the earliest method when the revolver was just invented.

He moved a low stool, climbed up and took out a bookcase from the bookshelf, put it on the table and opened it, took down the top book, took out a box, opened it carefully, and took out the things inside.In the previous life, these things were available everywhere, but it took me a lot of effort!Zhao Tong first removed the magazine chamber, blocked the ignition hole with his fingers, and filled the magazine nest with gunpowder with a small silver spoon, filling half of each gunpowder ingredient. He didn't expect fire nitrate and sulfur to be medicinal materials for curing diseases at this time. How could the formula be so rare for a former special soldier who could make explosives with washing powder.

After loading the gunpowder, put some crushed wheat flour, and then put a lead bullet.He made the lead bullet by melting a lead pot in the kitchen, then he sealed the magazine opening with wax oil, filled the six bullet nests one by one, and finally installed the primer in the ignition hole.The primer he used was the common modern issuing paper. When he was a child, he could buy a large sheet for ten cents, but today he was very troubled by it. Without a primer, he could only make a firecracker that was triggered by a matchlock. And practicality will be greatly reduced.Speaking of it, I would like to thank Qing Yun, that bull-nosed man. In an explosion, he let Zhao Tong get what he dreamed of --- red phosphorus.

With red phosphorus, he added realgar, charcoal and rice soup to make a relatively stable ignition device.Once the primer is installed in the firing slot at the rear of the magazine, the magazine is reloaded on the gun and the job is done.Zhao Tong carefully tied the gun to a chair, and fixed a half-inch-thick book four or five meters in front of him. Zhao Tang tied a thin rope to the trigger, and lay down on the desk to start Before the test firing, all caution is the top priority, because he doesn't know whether the amount of gunpowder is suitable or not, and the quality of the ancient metal.

There was a muffled bang, and a choking smoke rose from the room. Zhao Tang saw that the gun was still on the chair, pressed down the hammer again, and pulled the trigger continuously. After several more muffled bangs, the room was already It was smoky.After shooting, the gun did not explode, but the books placed in front of it were smashed by lead bullets.

"Haha, I succeeded!" Zhao Tong laughed and yelled strangely, finally taking the first step in the Long March.After refilling it again, he placed a teacup for drinking water on the desk. This thing can be worth at least hundreds of thousands each in modern times, but now it has become his target.

'Bang bang' Zhao Tun took a dozen steps back and fired two shots. The bullet missed the teacup, but the sparks from a pair of fine Duan inkstone next to him were scattered, and the stone chips burst out, "Damn, the recoil is still It's too big!" Zhao Tang cursed in a low voice, took a step forward, aimed and fired again, the teacup shattered, and he found the trick of this old gun with the next two shots. They all became "ghosts under the gun". With the last shot, he aimed at the pillar in the corner of the room. At this time, the gun was already hot, and his wrist was painful from the recoil.

Putting down the gun, Zhao Tong checked the pillar. The bullet deviated from the carved flower he was aiming at by several inches, but also penetrated more than an inch deep. He made a preliminary judgment on the performance of this gun, and the effective range can reach 20 meters. Above, but the accuracy is reduced, the distance can only be relied on, if you hit someone within ten meters, you will never miss the target, and the body protection such as leather armor will definitely not be able to stop the bullets fired.

He checked the gun again, and sure enough, as he expected, there were scratches on the barrel.It seems that this gun is just like the handicraft gun in the previous life. It is appreciated more than practical. It cannot withstand frequent use. It can only be used at critical moments, but it has also achieved its purpose of self-defense.