Bury the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 32 Go for it if you don't have it
If Zhu Jinsong, the leader, only asked to make a flintlock gun, then Liu Huaiwen could produce the finished product within two days—one of the craftsmen "invited" from the Quanlin Palace was responsible for making the shotgun for Qian Deaf Old Dog. It is so easy to get a simple flintlock gun.

That’s right, it’s actually very easy for my Qing Dynasty to develop flintlock guns, because when I asked for Qian Deaf Old Dog to send people to fight Burma, I had already seen the power of flintlock guns, and I could also imitate them, but Qian Deaf Old Dog I feel that if I have money to make guns, it is better to go to the south of the Yangtze River to find a young lady, so I asked my Qing army to continue to maintain the fine style of "riding and shooting first".

In addition, the old dog Qian Deaf once couldn't help the folks to hold firearms such as bird guns. Although Qian Deaf issued an order prohibiting bird guns and fire guns in 39 years, the implementation was not in place at all. In the end, only loneliness was banned, and there are still folks who can forge firearms such as bird guns.

However, Zhu Jinsong, the head of the family, requires not only bird guns, or even muzzle-loading smoothbore flintlocks, but muzzle-loading but must have rifled flintlocks, and even the bullets are no longer the previous projectiles. It is a kind of bullet called Menglianggu bullet by the master.

Menglianggu bullets require threads around the projectile body to match the rifling, the middle of the thread is filled with animal oil, and the bottom of the bullet is made of cork material. Each bullet weighs about [-] yuan, and it can maintain shooting accuracy within [-] steps. lethality.

Whether it is the requirements for flintlock guns or the requirements for Meng Lianggu bullets, it seems to be quite simple at first glance, but when you actually do it, you will find that neither of these two things is simple, and the masters require that this kind of bullet must be able to Mass production and parts can be replaced at will.

This caused the master craftsmen in the palace to complain endlessly-it is easy to make a flintlock according to the requirements of the master, but it is not embarrassing to mass-produce and require parts to be interchangeable!
If it weren't for being in Menglianggu, and their lives were in the hands of the Menglianggu rebels, these master craftsmen would have given up their jobs long ago!
Fortunately, Liu Huaiwen has a good temper and can calm down these great craftsmen every time.

However, Zhu Jinsong didn't think it was difficult to make rifled flintlock guns and Mini bombs—rifled flintlock guns had already appeared as early as 1476, and the Qing soldiers had also seen flintlock guns before, and now he just asked for more. A rifling, is there still a very normal thing?

There are also Mini bombs. Although this thing appeared later, the army of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was equipped with Mini bombs in 1851. Now Qian is deaf for 49 years, that is, 1784 is only 1851 years away from 70. Technically, it is not enough to form a completely uncertain generation gap.

So when Liu Huaiwen said that he couldn't get the flintlock gun he requested for a while, Zhu Jinsong wondered: "Isn't it just a flintlock gun with Meng Liang's bullets? What's so difficult about this thing?"

After Liu Huaiwen explained all the difficulties, Zhu Jinsong realized that his thinking was simple - the assembly line production technology of parts and components was already able to be achieved during the Qin Dynasty, and I, Da Qing, did not exist at all!
And more importantly, although there are many masters among those craftsmen who are equivalent to seventh-level fitters and eighth-level fitters, it is pure nonsense to expect such a few craftsmen to complete the parts of a uniform standard by hand and equip the entire Menglianggu.

After trying to understand what was going on here, Zhu Jinsong couldn't help but feel a little headache.

Indeed, it is not difficult to make a flintlock gun, it is not difficult to make Mengliang Gu bombs, and it is not difficult to smelt iron, lathes and other things. There are relevant records in "Tiangong Kaiwu", and there are still remaining "Qiqu Tushuo" "There are also relevant records in it.

The difficult thing is how to form a large-scale assembly line production, preferably to the point where a flintlock gun can be produced without the hands of those master craftsmen.

Anyway, the steam engine is hopeless. Although Mr. Watt is improving the steam engine at this time, Zhu Jinsong has neither Jinyiwei nor sticking poles. It is impossible to invite Mr. Watt to Menglianggu.

After thinking about it secretly, Zhu Jinsong simply said to Liu Huaiwen: "Let's go and have a look together."

When Zhu Jinsong and Liu Huaiwen arrived at the so-called Menglianggu Armory, the master craftsmen invited from the Quanlin Palace were gathering together to figure out how to meet the requirements of the master.

When they first came to Menglianggu, these craftsmen were still thinking about how to escape back, but as time went by, these craftsmen gradually stopped thinking about running away, and even asked Liu Huaiwen to send someone to take their family members away. All come.

After all, not only can you not get any money from working for the Tartars, but you also have the risk of losing your head at any time, and you have to endure the scolding from the superiors from time to time. Until they came to Menglianggu, these craftsmen experienced the feeling of being a straight-backed man. He simply decided to shine for Meng Lianggu.

One of the last craftsmen said with a dark face: "If we talk about using force, don't we know? It's just that the Baizhang Cliff is just a Lala Urine Cliff now, and it will take at least mid-February to wait for it to fully melt. "

"Besides, it didn't snow much last year, and it's estimated that there will be a severe drought this year. I don't know if the Baizhangya will be able to pee at that time. Do you still want to rely on it to drive the drill?"

"If you want to store water, you have to dig a big enough hole first, and then connect the pipes. Now that the soil is frozen like a bear, who can dig it? You dig it? Or I dig it? Or let the young people dig it? "

Another craftsman also said with a dark face: "Your problem is easy to solve, but I can't solve this problem. Your problem is just a dream-no coal, and you still have to smelt iron! Without iron, you And make a fart flintlock!"

Another person shouted: "It's not easy to ask for coal. Let the masters go to the palace and the county to grab it. Anyway, we are bandits now. Isn't it a matter of course to go down the mountain to impress?"

Zhu Jinsong saw that the craftsmen didn't notice his arrival at all, and their words became more and more outrageous. Dang even coughed and said, "It's easy to talk about grabbing coal, and we'll go and grab it back later."

When the craftsmen heard Zhu Jinsong's voice, they didn't care to continue complaining. They all stood up with a smile on their faces, cupped their hands to Zhu Jinsong, and said, "I've seen the master."

Zhu Jinsong hummed, and said, "What's the problem with what you said just now? Is it necessary to dig a hole to store water?"

The previous craftsman who said that Baizhang Cliff was Lala Urine Cliff cupped his hands and said, "It's the little one talking nonsense, so please don't take it to heart."

Zhu Jinsong squatted down first, and motioned to several craftsmen to also squat down before saying: "The idea of ​​digging a hole to store water is correct, how come it becomes nonsense?"

Picking up a few wooden boards from the ground, Zhu Jinsong looked at the craftsman and said, "Your idea is to store the water, and then use pipes to lead it to the waterwheel, and the waterwheel is connected to the bore, so that you can Keeping the speed of the drill constant, so it doesn't go up and down, does it?"

The craftsman said with a sneer, "Yes, the wise master."

Zhu Jinsong laughed loudly and said, "We're not that old tartar Qian Deaf, so there's no need to flatter us like this, anyway, you won't pay you much if you do."

After laughing, Zhu Jinsong went on to say: "We will entrust others to do the digging. The coal you need, we will also take people to the county to grab it back. What you just said is right, it is gone. Let's go grab the Tartars!"

"And you, don't keep your problems in your heart. If you need help, just tell Uncle Huaiwen. We don't have anything else on Menglianggu. There are a lot of young men, and they all have the strength to dig. A hole or something is completely out of the question."

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The sharp pickaxe smashed into the frozen ground, only less than an inch into it, but Young Master Lin's hand holding the handle of the pickaxe was numb from the shock.

Seeing Young Master Lin constantly shaking his hands, Xu Shitou couldn't help laughing and said, "I said, Young Master, this pick handle is not held like this. If you keep holding it like this, your hands will be covered with blood at night." Bubble."

After finishing speaking, Xu Shitou raised the pickaxe in his hand, and ruthlessly dug towards the ground. Although it was only an inch into the ground, Xu Shitou did not shake his hands like Young Master Lin, but went on digging a few more times, and then Young Master Lin said: "See? You can't hold it too firmly. If it is too firm, you will shake your hand. You have to hold it a little more modestly."

Young Master Lin thanked him, and imitated Xu Shitou's way of digging the ground while asking: "You said, we fold quilts like this every day, run, climb over walls, jump into pits, practice queues, throw stones, and now let us We dig holes, and we don’t train our ability to kill the enemy in battle, what is our leader thinking?"

"We came to Menglianggu with the intention of beating Tartars, but we practiced these inexplicable things every day, and now we come here to dig a hole. I don't know when we can follow the master to rob a county, or go to rob a palace or something. of?"

Xu Shitou shook his head and said: "I am less than ten days earlier than you, Young Master Lin. How do I know what the head of the family thinks? However, I have heard people say that our head of the family leads soldiers I don’t like to cut people with knives when fighting, but I like to throw grenades to blow them up. It seems that we practice throwing stones every day to prepare for throwing grenades in the future.”

Eldest Young Master Lin hummed, his face full of fascination: "It would be great if I could follow the master to fight the enemy earlier."

But Xu Shitou looked at Eldest Young Master Lin and said, "By the way, what's the matter with you? Why is it wrong to leave a good young master, but ran up the mountain like us mud legs?"

Young Master Lin snorted and said, "Do you think my family is that rich? Yes, my family has some land and some money, but the money and land are accumulated by a drop of blood and sweat from my ancestors. What came down was not obtained by those evil gentry by stealing and plundering."

"As far as my family's wealth is concerned, at most it's just a person who doesn't have to worry about food and drink. If you want to be well-clothed and well-fed every day, then it's purely a dream. It's a young master, a fucking young master!"

"By the way, before I went up the mountain, I heard that the government was talking to the gentry and lords in villages without peasant associations from house to house, saying that they planned to let these gentry and lords recruit more servants and do some kind of group training to protect themselves. , I don’t know if it will affect those peasants’ associations.”

Xu Shitou was startled, put down the pickaxe in his hand, and asked, "What did you say? The government plans to let the gentry and gentlemen recruit more servants for group training?"

Young Master Lin hummed and said, "What's wrong?"

Xu Shitou didn't bother to explain to Young Master Lin, so he hurriedly found the monitor of his and Young Master Lin's class, and told the information provided by Young Master Lin.

Zhu Jinsong also soon learned the news that the squires were going to organize group training.

It’s just that Zhu Jinsong didn’t take this matter too seriously—after all, there were country braves in the late Ming Dynasty, which is nothing new, and now the green camps everywhere are useless, and the mite Qing Tartars jumped under the wall in a hurry, what kind of country brave group practice It's just a normal thing.

but!

Not to mention whether these gentry and lords can be organized into a village valor team to practice, even if they can, there are guards formed by themselves in various villages, and it may not be as good as a village valor team.

Moreover, these gentry gentlemen who have engaged in the training of the village valor, will they recruit and train themselves so hard to contribute to the use of the Tartars?
(End of this chapter)