Chapter 20 The teacher died early Sometimes, there are too many roads, which may not be a good thing.
Zhu Dapeng's 21st century soul has read fictional time travel novels for a long time, but he had trouble choosing the object of imitation.
However, this problem was solved immediately after Mr.
Su's report.
"Captain, Governor, the price of pig iron has gone up again."
The old guy's face was black and blue, and he was as angry as if someone had robbed him of the coffin.
"The day before yesterday, it was 80 cents per catty, and today it's only 100 cents.
According to the estimation of Sun Tiejiang of our camp, this situation will increase in a few days."
"How many hundred liters?"
Zhu Dapeng was immediately shocked when he heard this.
The time for the two souls to merge was not short.
He was usually surrounded by "human spirits" like Mr.
Su and Sun Sanshiyi, and he was no longer the rookie he was when he traveled through time.
As far as he knew, although the banknotes of the Yuan Dynasty could only be used to wipe people's backs, the copper coins had always been strong among the people.
Whether it was cast in the Song Dynasty, or made by Khitan or Jurchen, as long as it was of sufficient quality and weight, it would be secretly used as currency by the people.
Although there is a war and chaos at the moment, one hundred copper coins can still buy two buckets of rice in the market.
It was exchanged for pig iron, but it was just a small black lump.
Those vendors who secretly smuggled iron materials into Xuzhou City were really black-hearted.
"How about we secretly send a few people to the East Market at night?"
Mr.
Su, despite being respectful in front of Zhu Dapeng, is by no means a kind person in his heart.
Seeing that his governor's face had changed with anger at the unscrupulous traders, he quietly stepped forward and made a slashing gesture with a hoarse voice.
"Nonsense, who will dare to transport things to Xuzhou again?"
Zhu Dapeng immediately glared at him and scolded him loudly.
"Don't mention this again, and don't do it secretly behind my back.
If the chief manager finds out, no one can protect you."
"Yes."
After thinking about the various measures taken by Sesame Li to calm the people after entering the city, Mr.
Su finally stopped thinking about killing people and robbing wealth.
This is breaking the rules and what a bastard.
I used to be a little archer and could grab things at will.
Now that you have become the commander of Zuo Army, you actually have to pay to buy things.
If you knew this before, why would you follow you Sesame Li to cause any rebellion?
It is really stupid.
"Do you think there is anything else in the house that can be sold for a good price?
If so, buy it."
Zhu Dapeng thought for a while and continued to give instructions.
"Yes," Mr.
Su agreed while continuing to sigh.
Other people's butlers are trying their best to get money back for the family leader, but I am the butler.
It had only been a few days, and in order to support Zuo Jun's fat-bellied ghosts, he had "thrown out" more than ten pieces of calligraphy, painting and antiques.
And so far I haven’t even been able to pop a blister.
"If we lose the battle, if that thing stays in the house, it will be stolen by others in the end.
It's better to sell it now."
Knowing that the old guy was also doing it for his own good, Zhu Dapeng thought about it again and explained in a low voice.
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"If we can really fight it out, there are so many holes in the world, so many Daluhuachi, and you are still worried about not being able to copy better ones.
Now grit your teeth.
Sooner or later, we will get back all the capital and profits."
"Well, let's raid our own homes now, and then we can raid other people's homes."
Mr.
Su immediately turned from worry to joy and pumped his fist in excitement.
Immediately, he lowered his voice and said like a mosquito: "I have a suggestion, I don't know whether to take it seriously or not."
"Say" Although Zhu Dapeng refused to remonstrate, he never sinned because of his words.
He nodded and responded in a low voice.
Mr.
Su looked around and continued to add in a low voice, "Iron is so expensive, why are you equipping your brothers with simple knives?
The iron used to make one simple knife can be used to hit three spearheads.
That spear shaft , and it doesn’t cost much.
If you cut down a tree of the wood that is everywhere in the mountains and plains outside Xuzhou City, you can break out a dozen.”
"It's so simple."
Zhu Dapeng's eyes lit up slightly.
He did not reject his suggestion this time, but asked carefully about the detailed manufacturing process.
"It's very simple."
Mr.
Su was greatly encouraged.
He didn't care about being stabbed in the back by his brothers and gestured with his fingers in mid-air.
"It's just to stab someone anyway.
It doesn't have to be too elaborate to create a sharp point.
Just put it on a wooden pole.
If you still want to save money, you don't even need to smash the other end thinly, just insert it into the wood and use this method.
Within half a month, I guarantee that we, Zuojun, will be fine.
"One hand" "Uh" Zhu Dapeng burped, thought for a while, and sighed sadly.
No matter how grand the ideal is, it needs to give way to reality.
Although he can neither find a suitable Huaqiang instructor at the moment, nor does he know the specific details of the spear's right stabbing technique.
But the price advantage of this long gun forced him to nod.
Decades later, when people in the Taiping Era studied the history of the Red Turban Army, they could not figure out why there was a prestigious army that had fought a hundred battles, but more than 80% of its equipment was spears.
The conclusions were all strange and inconsistent.
In desperation, I had to find Mr.
Su, who was over ninety years old, and ask.
The old gentleman, who had only blushed a handful of times in his life, actually blushed once more.
He hesitated for a long time before saying two words in a voice as loud as a gnat: "Cheap."
"It's cheap, so you can definitely afford it."
This is the most direct answer to why spears have become the weapon of choice.
Immediately, the two made a decision.
From now on, Zuo Jun will only make spears, and will never make any swords.
But privately, Zhu Dapeng quietly put firearms research and development on the agenda at his own expense.
As a spiritual time traveler, no matter how little historical knowledge he has, he still knows that hot weapons will be the mainstream in a few hundred years.
No matter how refined his martial arts is, it cannot compare to a single bullet from a rifle.
So no matter what, we have to be half a step ahead, even if the entire Left Governor's Mansion is defeated, we won't hesitate.
According to the remaining historical knowledge in his mind, the early Ming Dynasty where Wu lived was about the same age as the late Yuan Dynasty where he lived.
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In this way, the technological development levels of the two should be very close.
Someone named Wu made a custom-made flintlock gun as if for fun.
No matter how bad I am, my name is Zhu.
In theory, it shouldn't be much different if I make a matchlock gun.
With the idea of giving it a try, he began to organize his blacksmiths to work on the manufacture of matchlock guns.
As a result, reality is always more skinny than ideals.
Only when I really started to take action did I realize that the gap between the two was as big as heaven and earth.
The most critical technology in making a matchlock gun is making the barrel.
The simplest way to make a gun barrel is to first make a wrought iron rod, and then use a diamond drill to drill it little by little.
How to ensure that the thickness of the iron rod is uniform, how to ensure that the drilled hole is straight and smooth, and the front and rear widths are consistent. , but it involves at least three subjects: physics, metal craftsmanship and geometric measurement.
Unfortunately, none of these three items is within the scope of proficiency of the otaku Zhu Dapeng in his previous life.
"The physics teacher died so early."
Holding his hot head, Zhu Dapeng lay in the newly built barracks, in agony.
If I had known that I needed to make firearms, I would have studied the high school physics class at all costs.
There are also metal crafts in the first year of college and solid geometry in the second year of high school.
Oh my God, how come these teachers all died young?
Almost every night after that, one or two strange lamentations came from the camp.
Either the physics teacher died, or the geometry teacher died, or the chemistry teacher, or the metal materials teacher died.
But the one who died the most was the history teacher.
Zhu Dapeng could not forget to curse him several times even in his dreams, snoring and calling his name.
"This, history should be green history."
One night at the end of November, Xuzhou Army Commander Shi Zhaojunyong rubbed his temples and felt his eyes go dark.
"Physics should be about studying things.
But what are metal materials like?
Can blacksmithing also have its own science?
Did you hear that right?
He really said that."
"We definitely heard it with our own ears, more than once."
Two middle-aged men in black responded cautiously.
They were all spies that Zhao Jun used to use the opportunity of dividing his troops to give the Zuo Army a chance to insert himself next to Zhu Dapeng.
One of them even got into the ranks of the soldiers.
However, the intelligence they took the risk to collect gave Zhao Junyong nothing but a headache.
"How is this possible?"
Zhao Jun lightly bumped his head against the wall to keep his thoughts flowing.
"Ordinary families have to save seven or eight years to hire a private school teacher to educate their children.
And Zhu Bayi is just a butcher.
Where did he get so much money?
How could he afford to hire seven or eight teachers?
Come and teach at the same time” "He, he seems to have a sister who is married to the inspector as his fifth concubine."
Unable to see Zhao Changshi struggling to think, the taller informant hesitated and reminded in a low voice.
"It's ridiculous.
Have you ever seen any wealthy family spending money on my concubine's brother?"
Zhao Junyong immediately glared at the man and refuted loudly.
"Even with the intention of training young people to be used by the family in the future, we would not hire so many teachers to secretly teach them at the same time.
And this guy is so hard-working that he beats his mentor to death one after another. , It is absolutely impossible that such weird things can happen to the same person."
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For the overall safety of the Xuzhou Army, and also to avenge the humiliation on the day he entered the city.
He never gave up monitoring Zhu Dapeng.
However, the tighter the surveillance, the more surprising and incomprehensible the news he received.
That young man who kills pigs for a living is actually literate, can settle accounts, and actually knows how to train soldiers and how to win over people's hearts, making his soldiers wholeheartedly work for him.
In addition, the set of three levels of personal soldiers, combat soldiers, and auxiliary soldiers that this guy has messed up.
Even I, a scholar who has studied hard for many years, admired the training plan.
If it weren't for the constant estrangement between the two parties, Zhao Junyong even wanted to go to the door in person to ask which Zhu Bayi was a disciple of the reclusive sage, and what he was doing in Xuzhou.
However, after searching through the entire Yuan Dynasty, he could teach There are no great sages who have such outstanding disciples, but no one can be found.
"Could it be that he is really possessed by Maitreya and used Buddhist magic to enlighten him?"
The only explanation, and the most reasonable explanation, is the legend about Maitreya leaning over him.
According to the current explanation after the unity of the three religions, Lord Maitreya is the chief disciple of the Lord of Light, and is knowledgeable about the past, future and all knowledge in the world.
Using the possession of Maitreya to explain Zhu Bayi's profound knowledge can just make sense.
But Zhao Junyong refused to believe this explanation.
So many people had been fasting and worshiping Buddha all their lives, but they had not been favored by Lord Maitreya.
He, Zhu Ba1, kills countless evildoers every day with a white knife and a red knife.
How could he be chosen by the Lord Maitreya to serve as his substitute in the human world?
"Besides training soldiers and finding people to drill holes in iron rods, what else has he done recently?"
The more he thought about it, the more curious Zhao Junyong became, and the more he refused to let go of all the clues around Zhu Bayi.
"He, he has been frantically collecting sulfur and nitrate recently.
Only pharmacies in the city sell them.
And the stocks are very small.
He paid double the price to buy a little more than three kilograms of each."
Enter The informants in the Guards were very attentive and reported in a low voice without even thinking.
"Sulfur and saltpeter, what did he do with that?"
Zhao Junyong was slightly startled and asked smoothly.
"It seems that they are tinkering with gunpowder.
But it is also possible that the gunpowder is just to deceive others.
As far as my subordinates know, he has not prepared any of the arsenic, croton, horsetail, and tung oil."
The eyeliner thought for a while and responded in a low voice.
Note 1 "We don't want arsenic, croton, and horsetail.
What else can his gunpowder do?
Use it to make noise and scare the war horses.
But we have rivers here in Xuzhou.
How can there be a large group of cavalry?"
Zhao Changshi's head hurt more and more. , hit his forehead against the wall again.
Gunpowder is not a rare thing.
It is also found in the arsenal of Xuzhou City.
The Mongols have been using it in the army for many years, and they have very systematic methods of using it and corresponding weapons.
However, no matter which type of weapon it is, the effect of intimidation is greater than that of actual combat.
The effect on horses is also stronger than that on infantry.
If you choose the right weather and terrain, you can use toxic fillers in gunpowder, such as arsenic, croton, and horsetail, to create poisonous smoke to demoralize the enemy.
But that will only happen if the right time and right location are taken advantage of.
So far, Zhao Junyong has never heard of anyone who has really used poisonous smoke to play a key role in defeating the enemy.
There was no war horse for him to frighten, and no poison was added to the gunpowder.
With just a loud "bang" sound and an attack distance of less than twenty steps, what effect could gunpowder have?
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Zhu Ba11, since he was so knowledgeable that he almost You know everything, you can do everything, why don’t you even know the common sense about using gunpowder?
"Chang Shi, my subordinate has something to say, I don't know whether to say it or not."
Seeing that Zhao Junyong had been silent for a long time, the informant who had broken into the personal soldiers raised his head and asked cautiously.
"Tell me what request you have.
As long as it doesn't go out of your way, I can agree to it."
Zhao Junyong glanced at this person and ordered, pretending to be magnanimous.
"Subordinate, I was ordered to monitor Governor Zhu for two or three months.
Subordinate, I feel that although this person is a bit arrogant, he may not really have any bad intentions towards us."
The spy After thinking for a moment, he responded bravely.
Zhao Junyong immediately turned cold and scolded in a low voice: "Your mission is to keep an eye on him, not to tell me what to do.
How do you know that he has no ill intentions towards us?
If he does, will it be written on his forehead?"
" "Lord Chang Shi, please calm down.
Lord Chang Shi, please calm down."
The eyeliner quickly kowtowed twice and explained in a low voice, "This subordinate does not want to interfere with Chang Shi's decision.
This subordinate, this subordinate just feels that.
Although Zhu Bayi is always friendly Brothers eat and live together, but they don't necessarily think of themselves as the same kind of people.
He, he is like, like a foreigner."
Secretly taking a look at Zhao Junyong's face, he did not dare to use the word "outside the world", so he changed the word and continued to add, "It's like someone who stays out of the matter.
At most, he is just watching the fun and can't stand it anymore, and wants to cheer him up."
But I never thought about taking sides."
Note 1: The gunpowder formula of the Yuan Dynasty was inherited from the Song Dynasty, with minimal improvements and far from reaching the optimal ratio.
The usual proportions are 50% nitrate, 20% sulfur, 20% charcoal, and the rest are various pungent, smoky, and toxic additives.
Croton, arsenic, etc.
Note: The house was ransacked, the house was ransacked, Mr.
Su waved his fist.
The distinguished guests, flowers, and seals were all brought out
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