The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 352 This is impossible
Qin Hui felt a chill run down his spine when he saw so many firearms.

This provided a further understanding of the strength of the Northern Song army.

The more you know, the more you fear.

Just then, Zhang Dashu and Zhang Wazi both moved closer to Yue Wenxuan.

The two hadn't seen Yue Wenxuan for a long time, and now that they had the rare opportunity to meet, they quickly came over to greet him.

Yue Wenxuan was also happy to see the two of them, and waved to Zhang Wazi with a smile: "I remember that many people in Yizhou wanted to arrange a marriage for you. How did it go? Are you married yet?"

Zhang Wazi's face instantly turned red: "Dalang is helping me make arrangements... He said... he's arranged a marriage for me with a young lady from a scholarly family, but I haven't met her yet..."

Dalang is Zhang Dalang, also known as Zhang Yong.

Few people survived in Zhangjia Village. Zhang Wazi, having lost his parents, regarded Zhang Yong as his elder brother, so matchmakers flocked to Zhang Yong. In those days, marriage was decided with just a few words from elders, and the couple often didn't see their spouse until the wedding day—this was a very common situation.

When Yue Wenxuan heard him say that the marriage was already arranged without even meeting the woman, he thought it was too much...

Deep down, I strongly disagree!
But it's impossible to change this trend with just a few words.

Yue Wenxuan could only tell it as a joke: "Kid, you know perfectly well how you got rich. With all that knowledge in your head, how much can you possibly have to talk to a young lady from a scholarly family?"

Zhang Wazi's face instantly turned bright red, he was so embarrassed...

Yue Wenxuan: "After you get married, you might be disliked by your wife."

Zhang Wazi's forehead was covered in sweat: "What you say is true, Zhenjun. I've been thinking about this every day for the past few days. I'm uneducated and not very good at speaking. If a young lady from a scholarly family marries into my family, she'll definitely look down on me for being a rough man. What should I do?"

Yue Wenxuan smiled and said, "You're still quite young, you can still take some time to further your studies."

Zhang Wazi: "Huh?"

Yue Wenxuan: "Don't complain about the hard work! Set aside a few hours each day to sit in on the teachers' lectures at the school. Use the rest of your time to train in combat skills and learn about military tactics and formations... It's a bit hard, but for someone in your current position, you should work harder than others. Otherwise, how can you expect to be illiterate when you're about to be promoted to a high position?"

Zhang Wazi was a little dazed. He was just a skirmisher battalion commander, but he was already very satisfied and felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life.

But judging from what Zhenjun said, he would be granted a title and a high position in the future. This... this is something I can't even imagine!

In an instant, a surge of power ignited within him, even setting the background on fire: "I...I will definitely try my best!"

The two of them were talking on one side, while on the other side...

Zhang Dashu, carrying a heavy musket, stood to the side, grinning foolishly.

Just then, Qin Hui suddenly approached him with a curious expression: "General, the musket you're carrying seems to be bigger than everyone else's."

Zhang Dashu looked at Qin Hui with a strange expression. Although Qin Hui was talkative and prone to violating military regulations, he wasn't entirely stupid. He had personally witnessed how Zhenjun had desperately hidden his firearms before their first battle against the Jin invaders, even transporting them in coffins to prevent outsiders from knowing. He knew that firearms were a military secret and couldn't be discussed carelessly.

Therefore, Qin Hui's question was like asking a brick wall.

Zhang Dashu covered his mouth with his hand, only managing to squeeze out one sentence: "Don't ask me, I don't want to be beaten with a stick."

The less he said, the more interested Qin Hui became.

Looking left, looking right, circling around the big tree, rotating to look at it.

Zhang Dashu: "You civil official are so ignorant. If you keep circling around me like this, I'll punch you with my fist the size of a bowl."

Qin Hui was startled and quickly stepped back. Just then, Yue Wenxuan finished his conversation with Zhang Wazi, turned around, and saw Zhang Dashu scaring Qin Hui. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Dashu! This is Lord Qin, who fought his way out of the Jin Kingdom and risked his life to return to the Song Dynasty."

Zhang Dashu: "Huh? Wouldn't that be the same as the government?"

Yue Wenxuan was secretly laughing: The story of the Emperor breaking through the Jin army's encirclement and escaping was fake; it was a story I made up. And Qin Hui's escape from the Jin army's encirclement was probably also fake; it was also a story I made up.

From this perspective, they really are the same.

Yue Wenxuan: "Yes, it's the same! So Lord Qin is a good person. There's no need to hide it anymore. Show Lord Qin your heavy musket."

Zhang Dashu scratched his head, thinking: Why did the True Lord sound a little strange when he said the words "good person"?
He took the heavy musket down and handed it to Qin Hui.

Qin Hui reached out to take it, overjoyed: he could finally see the Northern Song's secret weapon up close. Sending this intelligence to the Jin Kingdom would be a great achievement.

The moment his hands touched the musket, he felt a sudden downward pull.

He lost his balance and fell forward to the ground with a thud.

It turns out that this heavy musket weighs a whopping twenty pounds!

Qin Hui had seen Zhang Dashu hold it easily and hand it over lightly, so he thought it wasn't heavy and wasn't mentally prepared. But when Zhang Dashu let go, the entire twenty pounds of weight pressed down on his thin arm, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

The fall was extremely awkward; he almost landed face-first on the ground.

Yue Wenxuan chuckled inwardly, but on the surface he feigned concern: "Oh dear, Lord Qin, what's wrong?"

To save face, Qin Hui could only say, "It's alright, it's alright."

He dusted himself off and got up. This time he used his strength carefully, and he was able to lift the twenty pounds, but he couldn't move it around freely.

"Why is this musket so big and heavy...and the barrel is also thicker...the bullets it uses must be bigger too, right?"

Qin Hui used clichés.

Yue Wenxuan deliberately didn't hide it from him, and chuckled, saying, "This is a special weapon used to fight the Jin Dynasty's Iron Pagoda. Of course, it can also be used to fight the heavy infantry of the pseudo-Qi Kingdom and the Southern Song Dynasty."

Qin Hui: "Huh?"

In Qin Hui's mind, the Iron Pagoda was the most powerful army in the world, without exception.

He was terrified by the Iron Pagoda, so he spent the rest of his life working for the Jin Dynasty while receiving a salary from the Southern Song Dynasty.

Now, when I hear that the Northern Song Dynasty had weapons specifically designed to attack iron pagodas, my immediate thought is, "That's impossible."

Yue Wenxuan chuckled: "Lord Qin, would you like to try this thing out yourself?"

Qin Hui: "This, I can't even lift it, how could I possibly move it?"

Yue Wenxuan: "It's alright! The best thing about firearms is that even children can handle them. It doesn't matter if they can't lift them; we can just use a fork to lift them up."

After saying that, Yue Wenxuan waved his hand, and someone immediately handed him a special fork for heavy muskets.

Insert one end of the fork into the ground, place the heavy musket on top, and level it.

(End of this chapter)