Poor family mother and son

Chapter 548 Inappropriate Metaphor ([-])

To be honest, no one can do anything about this life-threatening impeachment. Even Song Tingshan himself is afraid of offending the officials who came to examine him?
Bai Hua nodded: "Look, even if my old man is on top, Wu Jichang can find fault with me? Fortunately, he's gone now!"

As soon as these words came out, several people all looked at Chu Qing, and then quickly shifted their gazes, some of them took vegetables, some of them drank.

If you see through but don't tell the truth, you can make friends.

Chu Qing pretended not to see it, since everyone had no proof anyway, and Wu Jichang's death, whether you, Song Tingshan, or Bai Hua, were all determined by helping to build the coffin.

However, Chu Qing still expressed that he was not dissatisfied with the imperial court, and Chu Qing said: "Hey! Don't worry, I have no idea. Revolutionary comrades must stand the test of history!"

When I looked up and saw a few people looking at her in surprise, I realized that there was something wrong with what I said. After drinking a little wine, I became less vigilant.

He hurriedly continued: "Anyway, I was impeached once, so I really think I am an official. I only heard you talk about impeachment and impeachment before, and I thought it was all about being an official. It has nothing to do with me. This time, I caught up with the trend. up!
However, although I was angry at the time, of course, I am also angry now. There is nothing I can't figure out. Isn't it just that bad money drives out good money? No wonder! "

Song Tingshan and Bai Hua looked at each other in dismay: "What currency? Expel what?"

Chu Qing thought for a while, and said, "Hey! It's just that 'traitorous money prospers every day, good money perishes every day'.

Just like copper coins, now one tael of silver can be exchanged for [-] copper coins. How many people do you think are still willing to buy things and spend silver?
It's just that my stupid son thinks it's too heavy to hold copper coins, so he still carries silver!
The same is true for running errands, some do more, some do less, but the remuneration is almost the same;

People who are naturally "lazy" feel very relaxed, but they don't like people who do things seriously;

And those who work hard will feel unfair over time: they work so hard, but enjoy the same treatment as those who don't work hard, and they still have to be squeezed by them;

The most irritating thing is that although some people are really working hard and some are pretending to be working hard, in the eyes of the emperor...the court, everyone is in the same state;

Then, those who work hard either resign, or join them, and learn from those who 'get something for nothing';

Today they impeached me, not just to expel me!

I can think about it, you don't have to worry. "

Chu Qing doesn't intend to discuss whether it can block other people's wealth and official career, although that is the root cause, but these two people are "rooted and right", Bai Hua can say such things, but Chu Qing dare not.

Take it lightly.

Although Chu Qing's metaphor is not very appropriate, it also expresses the unwillingness in their hearts, so they can easily empathize.

However, they are still different from Chu Qing, at most they will be picked on by others, affecting their promotion, while Chu Qing's life is in danger.

It's useless to say this kind of talk, and it's fine for each of them to complain a few words. It's okay for Chu Qing to drink a little wine, but he drank Bai Hua and Song Tingshan too high. It seems that they also have something to worry about.

Wei Chengyi led them down the stairs with one in each hand, and looked back at Chu Qing: "Are you okay?"

Chu Qing clasped her hands behind her back, walked down the stairs lightly, and her eyes were clear: "I have something to do."

Wei Chengyi looked left and right, both of them were drunk, and they were still toasting each other, so he was a little embarrassed, but he didn't think about it and said clearly: "Let Lao Bai settle the bill, don't try to escape the bill by being drunk!"

Wei Chengyi: "..."

The seemingly drunk Bai Hua was still persuading Song Tingshan to drink: "Drink! Take two more jars away! Put it on the account of the board of directors!"

Chu Qing: "..."

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Back at the Chu residence, Chu Qing locked herself in the "studio" again.

It was getting late, Chu Qing lit all the candles, and the room was brightly lit.

From a family with a fifth-rank official rank, who still owns so many properties, anyone who looks at it will call it a "rich family". If you say that the candlesticks should also be bronze, or even covered with gold and inlaid with jade, but the lamps in Chu's house But the white porcelain of water.

Except for a three-branched copper candlestick in Chuqing's bedroom, which was offered as a mascot, the rest of the lamps were all made of white porcelain, and they were all equipped with lamp holders to support the porcelain plate used as a reflector.

One is for good looks, and the other is for reflection and wind protection.

Since the room was full of candles, Chu Qing naturally would not touch gunpowder again.

It is clear that what is to be processed now is the compression spring.

Since I thought of using flint to ignite the fire today, I had to actually make a grenade.

In the gunpowder I prepared myself, the purity of potassium nitrate is high enough, the purity of sulfur is not bad, and the charcoal is also top-quality, it can be said that it is no less than the level of the 50s and [-]s.

What is more fortunate now is that as long as Master Lu and Lao Huang Zhong have stayed, there is no shortage of tools.

Chu Qing found the iron wire at home, this thing is precious, and the two old guys struggled to draw several large rolls of various thicknesses.

The iron smelted at home is of good quality, which is not inferior to that of [-] steel smelting, so this thing is very good for making springs.

Chu Qing picked out among the special drills he owned at home, and picked out one with a suitable thickness and a slit at the top, and inserted it into the hand drill.

Pass one end of an iron wire about one and a half millimeters thick through the iron bar with a hole, clamp the end of the iron wire at the gap, insert the iron bar into the crack of the brick, adjust the angle, and Chu Qing starts to shake the handle of the hand drill .

Soon, a section of compression spring with an inner diameter of about [-]mm was ready, Chu Qing tried its compression and rebound strength, and was quite satisfied.

Find out the flints you picked up by the lake in the afternoon, beat them one by one with iron bars, find out the ones that are easiest to spark, and smash them into small particles.

Then sharpen the thicker iron wire, cut it off, and expand it at one end of the spring. In this way, the part of the firing pin is completed.

A safety pin is also required.

Cut off a rectangular iron sheet, measure the length of the compressed spring, and punch two holes.

Roll this piece of iron sheet on a thick iron wire into a tube shape. After a clear look, the holes are opposite each other. I am very satisfied, but there are several bloody cuts on my fingers.

Now it's time to make the pull ring.

Chu Qing found an iron wire and twisted it to form the Arabic numeral "9", and screwed two pieces at the junction to make it firm.

Use a thick iron wire to poke the spring to the tightest position, then insert the straight end of the "9"-shaped iron wire into the hole on the iron cylinder, and a spring striker igniter is ready!

Put a few small grains of flint into it, put the iron tube on the table, Chu Qing pulled out the "9"-shaped safety pin, with a sound of "ding", the spring was released, and the firing pin hit the flint, making a small crisp sound.

The tin tube is opaque, and the sparks coming and going inside cannot be seen, but hearing the sound, the force of the firing pin is not small.

Spread some toner on the table, reset the igniter, pull out the safety pin, "Ding"!There are sparks on the toner, OK!

However, if this thing is inserted into gunpowder, wouldn't it explode when it ignites, directly in the hand?

After much deliberation, Chu Qing decided to add an extension elbow to the igniter.

Bending pipes is not easy to do. If you want to roll the iron sheet into a tube, you have to make a bend, and you have four more bloody holes on your hand.

Connect the elbow to the igniter to form a U shape with one end high and the other low, and add a little gunpowder to the bottom of the elbow.

There is no experimental data for reference, and it is all based on the feel of the hand. Chu Qing doesn't know if this will work.

She took the igniter to the yard, Zhuo Yao came to look at it and asked, "What is this?"

"Small steel cannon!" Chu Qing said.

Don't talk too much to dangerous elements.

Find a piece of iron wire wrapped around the curved pipe and insert it into the soil, and then tie a thin rope to the pull ring. When you pull it at a distance of three feet, you can hear the subtle sound of the striker hitting the flint.

After about two seconds, sparks sprayed out from the curved pipe, and after only a moment, they turned into smoke and dispersed.

"That's it? Squib!" Zhuo Yao said.

(End of this chapter)