Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 90 Shaanxi Merchants

"What?" Wang Yan was taken aback, his wrinkled face was full of searching.

"Raise the gun—"

Zhu Yixi said word by word: "It is similar to the big iron cannon of Japan."

"The big iron cannon of the Japanese country?"

Wang Yan showed a thoughtful look.

The so-called big iron gun is the heavy matchlock gun used by the Japanese during the Wanli period to fight against the Japanese and save the dynasty.

Later, in the Edo period, it was called Datong.

For example, ordinary arquebus guns, such as the bird guns of the Ming Dynasty, were at most about 1.2 meters in length, but the length of Japanese large iron guns reached two meters, or even three meters.

Due to its large caliber and long bore, it looks like a small artillery piece, which can easily penetrate armor, and has an exaggerated range of three hundred steps (500 meters).

The limited range of the flintlock is fifty to one hundred paces.

Therefore, there are many advantages of carrying a gun. Not only is it several times more powerful than muskets, but it has a long range and can penetrate armor.

"It's one foot long and can be carried by several people. It's equivalent to an enlarged version of a musket."

Zhu Yixi beamed with joy, quite proud of her inspiration.

Historically, guns were carried from the Hunan Army to the period when the Eight Kingdoms of Xin Chou invaded China. Not to mention, Zuo Zongtang used it to recover Xinjiang, and Feng Zicai used it to defeat the French army.

Undoubtedly, for a long time, the power of raising a gun is obvious to all.

"Let me try!"

Wang Yan frowned slightly, and began to calculate in his mind, and then stretched out after a while: "So, lengthening the barrel can indeed increase the power."

"It's just that the operation is not as convenient as the flintlock gun. After all, it is too long and too heavy."

"Two people are enough."

Zhu Yixi smiled and said, "Furthermore, if there is an airs ahead, one person can control it."

Raising the gun is equivalent to a mobile mortar, which is much stronger than the tiger crouching gun.

Wang Yan nodded, took out the charcoal, and began to draw on the board.

Flint strikes the fire, etc., which are the same as flintlock guns, except that the amount of gunpowder is more.

"Then let's make a batch first, and try the effect."

Zhu Yixi laughed.

Immediately, the two chatted about the armor again.

Not surprisingly, both of them prefer the cotton armor of the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

There is no other reason, the iron armor is too useless, and it is also troublesome and bulky. It is not as powerful as the cotton armor in resisting firearms.

What Zhu Yixi pays more attention to is that during the Little Ice Age in the late Ming Dynasty, the warmth retention effect of cotton was stronger than that of iron armor.

Moreover, cotton armor is a new armor composited with iron armor. The cotton is compressed, and a layer of iron armor is added between the two layers, and then fixed with copper nails.

In fact, the cotton acts as a buffer on the outside, and the iron sheet inside is still the main body of defense.

Therefore, cotton armor is only slightly inferior in defense against cold weapons.

"According to the system, the cotton armor uses seven catties of cotton material, plus iron sheets, copper nails, heart mirrors, helmets, etc. Even if wages are added, the cost of each set is only two taels of silver."

"It's so cheap."

Zhu Yixi was inexplicably surprised.

You know, in Xi'an, a set of iron armor, without 30 taels, cannot be bought.

"Shaanxi is short of water, and cotton cannot be kept alive, but Hanzhong is more suitable. The general's use of cotton armor is extremely thoughtful."

Wang Yan nodded slightly and said with emotion.

"Just do it!"

Zhu Yixi excitedly said: "Build [-] pieces first, and I will make my army's armor penetration rate reach [-]%."

10,000 taels went out like this, and Wang Yan couldn't help but marvel at it:
"General, where did you get so much money?"

"Don't worry, everyone donated voluntarily."

Zhu Yixi smiled.

Not to mention anything else, the protection fee on the road is 100,000 taels, 500,000 taels from King Qin, plus 120,000 taels from Hanzhong Mansion.

Today, he holds nearly 700,000 taels in his hands, which is richer than the treasury of Emperor Chongzhen.

Therefore, it is only a few dollars to search the poor, and only the big gentry are really rich.

……

But here, following the inaction of Jiang Quan, the magistrate of Hanzhong, and the threat of military force, Li Zicheng's threat, the seven counties and one prefecture of Hanzhong had to cooperate.

Then, the magistrate's yamen issued invitations widely, inviting the gentry of Hanzhong Prefecture to discuss how to resist the intruders.

For a time, public opinion was in an uproar.

Now, not only the well-informed upper-level people know about it, but even the people at the bottom know a thing or two.

It's not enough to describe how panicked people are.

That's all, the magistrate's yamen also secretly revealed that the thieves set up a persuasion department to rob money and force donations from house to house, which aroused public outrage.

In less than five days' time, almost all the prominent figures from all the counties in Hanzhong Prefecture arrived in Nanzheng.

For the future and family property, they had to think about it, and began to seriously consider allegiance to the Ming court.

Therefore, at the end of October in the 16th year of Chongzhen, a loyalty meeting with a scale of 300 people was officially held.

"Everyone, since Prefect Jiang is suffering from illness, I will preside over this discussion."

In order to highlight the importance of this meeting, it was specially arranged in the lobby of Wuhou's tomb.

Of course, only 30 people are eligible to enter, and the rest wait outside the door.

Zhao Shu put on a long robe and held a feather fan, quite like the demeanor of Prime Minister Zhuge.

"Where is it, Zhao Canjun is not only Sun Dushi's staff, but also Zhu Guerrilla's military adviser. I will all listen to you."

A middle-aged man with a wide face and hanging ears, a big belly, like a Maitreya Buddha stood up and said Shi Shiran.

The attitude is neither humble nor overbearing, and in a few words, Zhao Shu's details are revealed. Obviously, this is a kind of faint warning:
We understand everything, don't take it too far.

"General, this is a great businessman from Shaanxi, a branch of the He family in Weinan, the head of the He family in Hanzhong, He Tongtong, who sells salt."

Zhu Yixi sat in the back hall, watching every move outside through the gap.

On the side, the Zhang sisters served, and a treasurer from the Zhao family introduced him casually.

"Private salt?" Zhu Yixi was a little excited.

"In Xixiang County, there is a salt field pass, where salt merchants from Sichuan, Shaanxi, and Hubei gather, and the imperial court has set up an inspection department..."

The shopkeeper was startled, and trembled hurriedly.

"Understood!"

Zhu Yixi nodded. It turned out that it was the border of the three provinces. No wonder there was a lot of private salt and rich people.

He family, I remember.

front hall.

Zhao Shu didn't care about this, and said seriously:
"What Mr. He said is very true. Sun Dushi died as a martyr for the country, and thieves ravaged Guanzhong. He is listed as a wealthy family. It can be said that the people are in dire straits!"

"That's right, a thief is a thief, and a dog can't stop eating shit."

"Slaughter us like fat pigs, aren't you afraid of breaking a few big teeth?"

Those sitting here are all people from the wealthy side, or those who are backed by gentry, this sentence can be regarded as poking into their hearts.

Copying the house, who can bear it?

Comparing one side, Daming is better.

Seeing this, He Yitong looked worried, snorted coldly, and his voice calmed down instantly.

Zhao Shu narrowed his eyes, this old boy is really a businessman, he has a lot of prestige!
"For the sake of Ming Dynasty, and also for Hanzhong, General Zhu vowed to defend against the intruders, but everyone knows that there are too few troops now, and the soldiers lack food and clothing. How can they withstand the hundreds of thousands of intruders?"

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　　Convinced, the gun was already guessed...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)