The queues on the training ground were neat, and as the hundreds of households shouted, those queues all raised their muskets and simulated shooting.
"Yes, it's kind of a look."
Fang Xing nodded with satisfaction, and then went to the craftsman's side.
"Bell, bell!"
The construction of muskets was always in progress, even if the sergeants already had one.
Fang Xing picked up a musket, put the three-edged long blade on it a little rustily, and then learned to make a stab.
Zhu Fang was holding a saw bow and sawing the extra barrel, and after seeing Fang Xing, he said, "Young Master, this musket already has more than a hundred stocks in stock, is it still fighting?"
” Fang Xing nodded and said, "Fight, hit five hundred as a backup." ” Look up at this workshop, there are small saw bows, there are flexible vices......
When he saw that the wind was still blowing with a big wooden wheel, Fang Xing asked as soon as he moved: "Do we have anyone who can turn sand?"
” "Sand turning?"
Zhu Gui obviously didn't understand much, so Fang Xing gestured and said: "It's to make a model with sand or soil first, and then pour the molten iron into it, and after it cools, you can get what you want." ” Zhu Gui suddenly realized with a look on his face: "Young Master, isn't that a mud fan?"
” "What is a clay fan?"
Fang Xing sincerely regretted that his major was not metal.
Zhu Gui said lightly: "Make the mold first, then shape it with clay, and finally pour it."
It can also be poured in a variety of shapes. ” Fang Xing almost wanted to slap himself, why didn't he trust these craftsmen?
Could I be better than them?
"I'll leave it to you."
Fang Xing pointed to the super primitive blower and said, "Pour a few gears of equal size, and then pour a box, and use the shaft to position them on each other......"
"The small tooth drives the big tooth, so the speed is faster!"
Fang Xing looked at the excited Zhu Gui speechlessly, and said frustratedly: "Then you get it first, but pay attention, the shape of the gear I gave you last time, just follow that." ” Fang Xing gave Zhu Gui a few gears last time, wanting him to design a human fan to use in the summer.
Zhu Gui nodded and said, "Young master, don't worry, wait for me to find the soil first." ” Mud Fan is not any kind of soil, and it is not easy to deal with, it requires all kinds of exposure, picking, and beating......
Just as Fang Xing was ambitiously starting his journey to climb the technology tree, an order interrupted his leisure.
"What?"
Fang Xing looked at this order in disbelief, but what was clearly written on it was that the Thousand Households of Jubaoshan were dispatched to Jiaozhi, which belonged to the British Gongzhang Fu.
It was the smiling military official who came to give the order, and he arched his hand and said: "Mr.
Fang is so blessed, Your Majesty personally said it, and the Thousand Households of Jubao Mountain still let you control it." ” The white body controls the thousand households, this is Longen, right?
Fang Xing asked in a trance, "Do you want to go even with me?"
” "Exactly."
As soon as the news came out, the sergeants were a little eager to try, and they had the intention of taking the Jiaozhi people to make the first cut.
But Fang woke up and was numb.
I never thought I'd go there!
Which bastard is this slander?
Lao Tzu wants to kill him!
When they got home, as soon as the news spread, Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai were not calm, although they didn't cry, but the dripping appearance was even more headache.
Zhu Zhanji came, everyone stayed together without avoiding suspicion, and Zhu Zhanji apologized first.
"Brother Dehua, you are being dragged by your younger brother, I will go with you!"
Fang Xing glanced at the goods, shook his head and said, "You can't go, unless Your Majesty is willing." ” At this time, Fang Xing no longer had the mood to be afraid, he smiled and said: "There is a British duke in Jiaozhi, and recently he beat Chen Jikuo and fled in embarrassment, so I guess Your Majesty wants me to go to gild, and come back to be knighted." ” The knighthood of the Ming Dynasty is still relatively serious, and it cannot be sealed unless it is a great achievement.
Fang Xing's joke did not calm everyone's worries.
However, since it was His Majesty's order, everyone still talked about what to bring.
"Neither."
Fang Xing only hated that he couldn't bring things into the warehouse at this time, otherwise, he could easily carry supplies, and even take the enemy in and kill them directly.
It's just that this brain hole unconsciously turned to a famous movie. - What a stop ......!
Well, after seeing the irreversibility, Zhu Zhanji went crazy to send the baggage to the foot of Jubao Mountain, and the people in the military department and the household department almost wanted to sue.
And Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai are preparing to pack, because the order requires that it be opened in five days, so the time is pressing!
"Husband, this is a thick winter coat, I'll put it in the innermost part for you."
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"Husband, this is a march, the concubine is going back to her parents' house yesterday, if you have a headache or brain fever, you can ......" “……” Putting it away, Zhang Shuhui stopped, and looked at Fang Xing's eyes full of moisture.
Xiaobai's mouth was already flattened, and tears were pouring down.
Fang Xing sighed secretly, and then comforted: "With your eldest brother here, what can happen to me?"
” Zhang Shuhui wiped the corners of her eyes indiscriminately, and began to clean up again, and Xiaobai also joined in.
Only the bells, still chasing outside carefree.
Soon, everyone who learned the news came, and Fang Xing realized that he was quite successful in life.
Needless to say, even Liang Zhong, the great eunuch beside the crown prince, came and gave Fang Xing a Buddha statue in his private name, which is said to ward off evil spirits. …… Give the textbook to Ma Su and let him continue teaching the students.
As for the home, this is Jinling, Zhang Shuhui's maiden home.
When Fang Xing is not at home, if anyone dares to come to the door to find trouble, without Zhu Zhanji's action, the British government will teach them to be human beings in minutes.
When the time for departure came, Fang Xing said goodbye to his reluctant wife and concubine with a series of instructions.
The farmers of Fangjiazhuang also went out to wish the young master a victory, and the prince Wandai.
At the gate of the barracks at the foot of Jubao Mountain, Zhu Zhanji personally came to work for the army.
After a bowl of wine, Fang Xing smiled at Zhu Zhanji and said, "The British Duke is there, don't worry." ” Zhu Zhanji nodded vigorously and said in a low voice: "Brother Dehua, if someone gives you small shoes, don't be polite to him, I can still speak in front of the imperial grandfather." ” In front of everyone, Fang Xing resisted the urge to pat him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I won't suffer!"
” yes, I hope you don't lose.
Thinking of the records in the materials he went to transfer, Zhu Zhanji's heart was clouded.
There are more than 1,000 troops, and more than 500 supernumerary people.
Tuo Zhu Zhanji's blessing also got a lot of cattle and horses, so he acted much brisker.
It would be nice to be able to put all this stuff in the warehouse!
It's a pity that the warehouse can't bring large things that don't belong to it in, so Fang Xing can only give up the plan to move forward lightly.
As for using the warehouse to carry out a strategy similar to the 'Trojan Horse Massacre', Fang Xing felt a little unreliable when he thought about it.
When you put people in, how do you explain them when you come out?
Immortal?
Monster?
It's still guns that have the most right to speak!
Fang Xing looked at the more than a thousand muskets under his command, and felt that he was not so bottomless.