Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 25 Improving Skills

The next day, all the craftsmen went to work according to the previous style.

Zhu Yixi did not stop, and continued to wander around, pointing from time to time, quite imposing.

The craftsmen saw it, and were quite unhappy in their hearts.

"Tell me, Zhu Jiangshou, why did he come to our camp if he didn't go to a good medical office?"

"Maybe it's because we have more money!"

Several craftsmen chatted while polishing the gun barrel.

As for the officials, they have already done their best and will not expect anything, even if they distributed a bucket of grain yesterday.

Sighing in my heart, when will this day be better?
"time to eat--"

Soon, it was lunch time. Unlike the two meals provided by the soldiers, the artisans only provided one meal, so everyone rushed to be the first, for fear that they would not eat.

"Huh? Why does it smell like meat?"

"Yeah, it's really meat!"

The apprentices lined up, sniffing and shining.

Soon, the lid of the pot was opened, and the delicious multigrain rice came out of the pot, and no one was surprised.

The other pot is an unexpected fish broth.

The fish broth was poured on the multigrain rice, and everyone was almost drunk.

Everyone took their jobs and started fighting.

"Master, try it quickly!"

The apprentice was busy carrying his rice bowl, and ran over with a smile on his face.

"What?" Craftsman Wang Wu thumped the tip of the gun before he stopped.

Looking back, it turned out to be a large bowl full of rice, with fish soup poured on it, and two pieces of meat.

"Today's food is so good?" Wang Wu hurriedly started to eat, pawing and pulling, a bowl full, the size of a human face, went into his stomach.

"The new chief craftsman has been appointed, probably three fires!" The apprentice yelled while eating.

"I hope it can last for a few days." Wang Wu nodded and said:
"However, this chief craftsman doesn't seem to be stingy. Those who took office in the past were not so generous."

During lunch time, everyone talked a lot. They were very happy about the extra meal, and they also had preliminary expectations for the new Jiangshou.

And Zhu Yixi, today, came to the most important firearms camp in the craftsman camp.

"Bird guns existed during the Jiajing period, and they were often found in Sanbian, so we have many skilled craftsmen here."

Ma Dashan said quite proudly.

Zhu Yixi was noncommittal.

The craftsmen in front of him, about 500 people, were chatting non-stop, and each had apprentices to start. Even so, the efficiency was not high in his opinion.

"How many bird guns can you make every month?"

"Five hundred!" Ma Dashan raised his chest proudly.

"Five hundred?" Zhu Yixi shook his head.

Ma Dashan was in a hurry, and hurriedly said: "It is very troublesome to make the bird gun. Ten catties of iron can be made into one catty of refined iron. First, two iron rods, large and small, are used to pack the big one and the small one. The inner walls are smooth."

"The drilling skills are extremely grueling. There must be no mistakes. It needs a little bit of grinding from the master, and at most one inch of refinement every day. Therefore, it takes a month for each blunderbuss to take shape."

"Afterwards, the front end is equipped with the collimator, the rear end is equipped with the rear sight, and then the complete gun barrel is installed. After that, it is installed on the gun bed, and then the dragon head-shaped trigger is installed."

Hearing this, he raised his eyes to observe again, and found that it was true, Zhu Yixi frowned and said, "So, the most difficult thing is getting into the part instead?"

"That's right!"

Ma Dashan said earnestly: "It can only be practiced by skilled craftsmen. If you blindly pay attention to speed and uneven thickness, you may be in danger of exploding the chest."

"Cut corners and materials, without fine iron, it's easy to explode."

"Ok!"

Zhu Yixi nodded, observed for a while, and said: "Since the most difficult part is to study, why not let those old masters do this specifically."

"What do you mean?"

Ma Dashan was startled.

"The other steps of the matchlock gun are relatively simple, so I leave it to the apprentices. Drilling the hole, I leave it to the master. Doesn't this save time?"

Zhu Yixi smiled lightly: "Come in steps, once you get familiar with it, the speed will naturally be faster."

"In this way, how many muskets can be added every month?"

"In this way, the masters can spare four or five days, and they can shoot about a hundred more shots."

Ma Dashan was shocked.

"The old ancestors already knew the method. It's just a matter of picking people's teeth. Let's do it like this from now on!"

Zhu Yixi chuckled lightly, and ordered: "In addition, Fran's machine gun must be handled in the same way. As a new official, I always have to show some results when I take office."

"Yes!" Ma Dashan was convinced by this move, and hurriedly nodded in response.

And Zhu Yixi was quite uncomfortable.

The bird gun is actually a matchlock gun, which has long been out of date.

When the tide came and it rained, the food was stopped, and the firepower was insufficient. The Manchu Qing even formed a special heavy armored infantry to fight against the guns.

To put it bluntly, a matchlock gun is just a substitute for a crossbow.

The flintlock is king.

However, a flintlock gun needs medium carbon steel as a spring, and hitting a flint to ignite the fire, for an ordinary person like him, is tantamount to talking on paper, with more energy than energy.

It seems that professional talents are still needed!
"How good would it be if I were a science student?"

Zhu Yixi was quite self-deprecating.

"However, mononitrate, disulfide, and tricarbon can also improve gunpowder and granular gunpowder, which is enough to increase the damage of the bird gun."

"By the way, we need to formulate standardization and measuring rules, so that bird guns can be mass-produced."

"It's just Hongyi Cannon, who should I turn to?"

Although the Hongyi Cannon is simple enough, until now, in the entire Ming Dynasty, there are really not many people who understand it.

Feeling irritable, he couldn't help it, so he wanted to calm his mind and bring people to the Golden Immortal Temple again.

However, just after arriving at the Golden Immortal Temple, I ran into a group of hooligans who seemed to want to trouble the Golden Immortal Temple.

"How can it disturb the tranquility of the Taoist temple?"

Zhu Yixi was startled, maybe she disturbed the beauty!
However, he calmed down immediately and ordered: "Go home and call everyone."

"Yes!" Thirteen hurriedly agreed.

Zhu Yixi shook his head, and led a few people into the Golden Immortal Temple.

"Little girl, you caused me to suffer [-] slaps, and I can only recover now. I'm going to punish you today."

The hooligan, nicknamed Ba Ye, looked at the glamorous Taoist priest, and couldn't help but shine his eyes, feeling pain and joy at the same time.

"Pindao would rather commit suicide than submit!"

Miaoxian said coldly, her glamorous face was full of absolute absoluteness, her eyes were icy cold, obviously these words were not just words.

"Layman, if you do this, you will be punished by heaven."

Seeing his disciple being arrested, the master of Miaofa couldn't help feeling extremely anxious.

The rest of the Taoist priests stared angrily, with more heart than strength.

"Hey, I never believed in God's punishment, isn't he living well now?"

"Really?" Suddenly, an arrogant voice came from beside the ear, and the current female Taoist priest looked happy.

Eighth Master turned his head and saw that the two younger brothers guarding the gate had already been beaten to the ground, howling.

"You?" He was surprised. This person is so familiar, he immediately felt a dull pain in his buttocks. Then, he looked around and braved up: "There are five or six of you, I have more than a dozen people here."

"Today, I want revenge!"

(End of this chapter)