My Pen Pal Zhu Yuanzhang

Chapter 169 Feasibility Study of Ming Dynasty's Production of 56 Semi-automatic

"How old is your cousin?" Xu Nian asked curiously.

Li Han thought about it. Zhu Funing was born in February 1368. In the 2th year of Hongwu, that was 1383, which meant he was about years old.

"He just turned fifteen. He's a teenager, so he's easily sensitive."

"A fifteen-year-old child should know a little bit of history. Your cousin has repented, which means there is still hope."

Xu Nian suddenly snapped his fingers, "It's actually very easy. Buy her a collector's edition of 'Drawing Sword'. I guarantee she'll be full of energy and charisma after reading it!"

"Yes, yes, yes. After watching it, you will definitely be full of aura, and all you can say is 'Second Battalion Commander, my Italian artillery'!"

Li Momo glared at Xu Nian unhappily, "You guys always solve problems in such a simple and crude way."

"Why not keep it simple? Why complicate a simple problem?" Xu Nian was feeling proud of his idea, but Li Momo poured cold water on him out of the blue. He was very unconvinced.

Although Li Han thought it was a bit unreliable to let Zhu Funing watch "Drawing Sword", he thought of another problem.

Movie!

Movies are always linked to ideology. As a powerful weapon for cultural export, they are most suitable for popularizing patriotic sentiments in the Ming Dynasty.

Movies plus newspapers, this means of public opinion propaganda is invincible!

As for the film source, you can edit it yourself. Hey, Old Li is the only film supplier in Ming Dynasty, with an absolute monopoly!

Although several projectors have been sent to Lao Zhu for use in teaching at the Jiangzao Academy, they are still not enough to be used as a tool for playing movies.

At the very least, Ming Dynasty must have electricity!
Coal mining in Daming should have reached a certain scale by now, so can thermal power generation be set up?
Just as Li Han was daydreaming, Li Momo started arguing with Xu Nian.

"So you don't understand girls. To solve girls' psychological problems, you have to start from the root." Li Momo looked very interested.

"Think about it, our cousin used to be a fan of Japan. After visiting the remains of the epidemic prevention and water supply unit, she found out that the country she used to be a fan of was actually a demon. This psychological gap was too big and she felt guilty. So we have to solve the problem from the root and make our cousin sunny and positive again."

Xu Nian looked at Li Momo with a strange expression. He just said that she was shameless, and now she is calling her "our cousin". It seems that girls are born actors. How scary.

"So I think that for girls, watching Little Soldier Zhang Ga is the most suitable movie to help them get out of their psychological trauma and cultivate their patriotic sentiments!"

Seeing Li Momo's confident look, Xu Nian said helplessly: "My dear sister CEO, what's the difference between what you are doing and showing your sword?"

"That's a huge difference. Little Soldier Zhang Ga is suitable for children. I loved watching it when I was a kid."

"I'm fifteen now, not a kid anymore. Besides, I also loved watching Bright Sword when I was a kid. I remember watching it with Lao Li all night long when I was in school!"

The two argued for a long time but could not come to a conclusion. Finally, Li Han decided to download both movies and give them to Zhu Funing to watch.

Then Li Han took out the golden needle gun that Zhu Yuanzhang had given him. When Xu Nian saw it, his eyes widened immediately.

Even Li Momo, who was used to seeing luxury goods, was amazed.

"Old Li, which Middle Eastern prince are you being kept by? Ouch, it hurts, Li Momo, why are you pinching my arm?"

Seeing Li Momo looking at him angrily, Xu Nian smiled awkwardly, took the golden needle gun, stroked the exquisite pattern on it, with a look of intoxication on his face.

The look of reluctance to let go is like caressing a lover.

"Where did you get this thing? It's top quality, top quality!" Xu Nian exclaimed in admiration.

"Then don't worry about it. If you like, I can get you another one."

"Really?" Xu Nian suddenly perked up. "You asked me to come here for something. I must be able to help you with something!"

"What do you think of the craftsmanship of this gun?" Li Han asked.

"Of course, it's a masterpiece of nature!" Xu Nian answered without hesitation.

"I'm not talking about art, I'm talking about industry. Assuming this gun is not made in our country, what do you think of the industrial level of the country that made the gun by rubbing a golden needle?"

"Let me take a look." When it comes to professional aspects, Xu Nian became excited and picked up the gun to look left and right.

"The barrel is finely processed, the firing pin and the firing pin barrel fit perfectly, the action runs smoothly, the grooves of the tenon are finely processed, the trigger can be fired smoothly, and it feels great. If it weren't made of gold, this gun would be perfectly fine for firing real bullets!"

Xu Nian thought for a moment and continued, "If we don't consider the steelmaking process, the country that can make guns of this level has an industrial level that exceeds 30% of the countries in the world. At least it is better than those small countries in Africa and Latin America!"

"Then at this level, is it possible to produce a 56 semi-automatic?" Li Han continued to ask.

"If we don't consider the integrated barrel forming machine, it's difficult to just use a small machine to rub it by hand, but it's not impossible."

After careful consideration, Xu Nian came up with the answer.

"As long as you say this!"

"Old Li, what do you want to do?" Xu Nian suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He felt that Li Han was going to give him another big job.

"What are you doing? Help me design a 56-and-a-half production line. The requirement is that the machine tool can only rub the gun barrel by hand when there is no electricity. Oh, the machine tool must also be designed, and milling and drilling must be taken into consideration!

By the way, since you can design the production line for the 56-and-a-half, then you can also help me solve the problem of the production line for the grenade with a large string."

Looking at Li Han's incessant chattering, Xu Nian felt that he was the evil Party A's father.

"Stop, stop, Lao Li, you are forcing me to do something I can't do!"

"You're asking too much? Fatty, think about the anti-Japanese base areas back then, people could make Type 56 rifles by hand under such difficult conditions. Now, Fatty Xu, a top student at South China University of Technology, is it okay for you to design a production line for making Type semi-automatic rifles by hand? I'm not asking you to make a five-axis precision-controlled machine tool by hand!"

"Brother, this is not just a matter of rubbing the 56mm by hand, you also have to consider the bullets. The 56mm uses full-back armor bullets, not paper-wrapped bullets!"

Xu Nian was about to cry.

"Yes, yes, yes. There are also bullets. By the way, we should also figure out the production process of bullets."

Li Han was completely immersed in the role of Party A and couldn't extricate himself.

"Can you do it?"

"cannot!"

Xu Nian is determined to fight the devil Party A to the end.

"Okay, give me the gun!"

Seeing Li Han reaching out to take back the golden needle gun, Xu Nian stepped back repeatedly, "I can do it, I'm determined to do it. Give me half a year, and I'll get it all for you!"

"One month!"

"Four months!"

"Three months!"

"make a deal!"

Looking at Xu Nian holding the golden needle and firing the gun, unwilling to let go, Li Han sighed and took it back.

This gun symbolizes the friendship between himself and Zhu Yuanzhang, so I can't just give it to anyone. I'll just ask Zhu to help Xu Nian make one when the time comes.

After promising Xu Nian to create a unique signed model for him, Xu Nian finally smiled happily.

"what about me?"

Seeing Li Momo looking at him with big watery eyes, Li Han had no choice but to agree: "You have it too, you have it too."

One is no different from two. At worst, I can just ask Lao Zhu to send two more golden guns over.

(End of this chapter)