Daming: I help my wife be the empress

Chapter 122 Artisans speak, but wounded soldiers are speechless
"Caomin's surname is Wang, and he is 45 this year." Old man Wang replied honestly with his body bent.

Auntie Zhu was a little surprised when she heard this, she thought the old man was at least fifty or sixty years old, but she was only in his forties.

Governor Long Wenguang is almost 60 years old, but he looks younger than old man Wang.

Li Yutian, who was also in his forties, said that he was the son of Old Man Wang, and some people believed him.

There is really no comparison between people.

"Old man Wang must be a great craftsman, right? How do you feel about working in this armory bureau?" Aimee Zhu asked again.

"Okay." Old man Wang spit out a word first, and then a smile appeared on his deeply wrinkled old face, "Caomin is a master craftsman, and Caomin's two sons have also been rated as formal craftsmen, and now they can get three or four as a monthly salary. Two silver coins, and a reward for doing a good job.

My good grandson, Zhong Wazi, no longer has to go hungry, and my daughter-in-law no longer complains in secret, and the whole family feels that life is getting better.

All of this is due to the kindness of the princess, the grass people want to thank the princess... no, thank the Jian Guo! "

As he said that, Old Man Wang couldn't help getting tears in his eyes, and he knelt down to thank Aimee Zhu.

"Old man Wang doesn't have to be like this, get up quickly."

As Zhu Yuxi said, the ambassador of the Armament Bureau reacted quickly, and immediately stepped forward to pull up the old man Wang.

Then, Auntie Zhu asked some more about making armor, and the old man Wang answered all of them.

After Aimee Zhu knew about it, she felt that she was generally satisfied with the current production efficiency of the armor chief, so she went on to the next place.

Speaking of production efficiency, Auntie Zhu thought of the assembly line and mechanized production that Hao Guangming once mentioned.

But after the first visit to the Military Weapons Bureau, the two discussed it and agreed that Zhang Xianzhong's army would arrive in Chengdu in less than a month.

The war is about to break out, and it is not a good time to change the Ordnance Bureau into a streamlined operation.

Although the production efficiency of the streamlined operation is higher than that of the workshop and personal production of the current Armament Bureau, it also takes time to adjust.

After all, the Ordnance Bureau is so big, with more than 1000 craftsmen. If it needs to be changed to an assembly line operation, it may be difficult to get used to it in a month or two.

When the assembly line first started, there were bound to be many mistakes that needed to be corrected, and the production efficiency might not be as high as it is today.

As for mechanized production, at present it mainly refers to making full use of water power and animal power to speed up and increase production.

But this kind of machinery does not mean that Auntie Zhu can just open her mouth. It will take some time for Hao Guangming to obtain relevant mechanical design drawings from later generations, and it will take a while for the craftsmen to build, install and debug.

Therefore, it is better to let the craftsmen work overtime according to the old method, and wait until Zhang Xianzhong is defeated before making animal power and hydraulic machinery.

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After inspecting the Military Weapons Bureau, Zhu Wei took another guard of 200 people (half male and half male, selected from Li Yan's and Hong Niangzi's personal barracks respectively), and picked up Li Yan and the four maids selected yesterday from the Shu Palace on the way. Go to Wounded Barracks.

"The supervisor is here!"

Hearing a shout from outside, Li Baotian, who was resting on the bed, looked at each other with several other wounded soldiers in the same ward, and immediately struggled to get up.

Now Li Baotian understood that Jian Guo was the princess who came to Chengdu, and the wounded barracks was established by the princess, and it was the princess who gave them a place to heal and recuperate.

Now that the princess has come to the wounded barracks, of course they have to go out and thank her.

But after struggling to get up, someone hesitated and said, "Our appearance won't scare the princess, right?"

Li Baotian was taken aback when he heard this, and stopped moving.

Then another person said: "The princess is very kind to us, why don't we go and thank you when we come? As for scaring the princess, we should stay away and bow down, so that the princess can't see our faces clearly."

Li Baotian and others felt that this made sense, so they walked out of the ward one after another.

On the other side, the head of the wounded battalion has already brought a group of doctors, apprentices, and miscellaneous envoys to pick him up at the school grounds.

"The medical officer of the Chengdu Prefecture and the acting wounded battalion are all in charge of Sun Ping's visit to Jian Guo."

After a middle-aged man took the lead in bowing down to Aimee Zhu, the rest of the crowd followed suit.

"Meet the prison country."

Auntie Zhu nodded and said, "Pingshen."

"Thank you, Jian Guo."

After Sun Ping got up, Zhu Wei looked at the wounded soldiers who came out of the ward.

Sun Ping's complexion changed drastically when he saw it, he hurriedly turned around and shouted at the wounded soldiers, "Who told you to come out?!"

One of the generals, who also had his ear, nose and right hand cut off, boldly said: "We just want to bow down to the supervisor and thank you, and we have no other intentions."

After finishing speaking, he knelt down to Auntie Zhu's side under the eaves of the corridor that was still hundreds of steps away from the school grounds, and shouted: "Thank you Jian Guo for your rescue, great kindness, and great virtue, I will never forget it!"

The rest of the wounded soldiers who walked out of the ward also knelt down and worshiped under the eaves, shouting in unison, "Thank you Jian Guo for your rescue, great kindness, and great virtue, I will never forget it!"

Seeing this, Sun Ping, the commander of the Wounded Battalion, didn't know what to say.

Originally, he was afraid that these wounded soldiers would come over, and Zhu Aimu was frightened by their terrifying faces.

Now these wounded soldiers knelt down hundreds of steps away and couldn't see their faces clearly, so naturally they wouldn't scare Auntie Zhu.

But then something happened that made Sun Ping nervous.

Auntie Zhu actually took the initiative to walk towards the wounded soldiers.

Her actions also made the wounded soldiers uneasy. If they hadn't knelt on the ground, some of them might get up and run back to the ward.

Just when all the wounded soldiers were at a loss, Zhu Yu who hadn't approached yet spoke.

"Soldiers, don't be nervous, I just want to take a closer look at how that villain Zhang Xianzhong has mutilated you.

When the decisive battle with Zhang Xianzhong takes place in the future, I will avenge all the soldiers. "

Hearing these words, the sick and injured were inexplicably relieved and no longer nervous.

Soon, Auntie Zhu led the guards to the wounded and sick.

But the wounded soldiers all lowered their heads, making it difficult for Auntie Zhu to see their faces clearly.

Aimee Zhu said to the officer who was the first to speak, "Raise your head."

The general didn't dare to disobey, so he could only grit his teeth and raise his head.

Aimee Zhu and Hao Guangming finally saw the consequences of Zhang Xianzhong's actions.

It was also thanks to Aimee Zhu being much stronger mentally since leaving the palace, so she didn't show any strangeness.

But in her heart she hated Zhang Xianzhong extremely.

In fact, the wound on the general's face had scabbed over, without festering, and it looked like he was missing a nose, which wasn't too scary.

But judging from the general's expression, he was obviously deeply ashamed.

"What's your name? Who was in the army before, what position?"

The general said in a deep voice: "Reporting to the supervisor, the last general, Chu Lingkui, was previously the chief executive of the Biaoying in Chenfutai."

Aunt Zhu, Li Yan and the others were slightly surprised when they heard this.

Mr. Qian was already considered a mid-level general, but he couldn't escape Zhang Xianzhong's cruel methods.

After regaining her senses, Aunt Zhu sighed, then glanced at other injuries, and said in a clear voice: "You are all soldiers of Daming, even if you were defeated and captured, you have shed blood for Daming.

Therefore, I promise that as long as I have the ability, I will never give up on you.

When you heal your wounds, I will definitely let someone settle them down properly, and I will never let you bleed and cry! "

Although it was just a remark and it is not known whether it will be fulfilled in the future, many injuries are still moved and their eyes are red.

Even if it was really just words of comfort, how had anyone ever said that to them before?

They are just a number in the eyes of those in power.

If you are injured in a battle, even if you don't die on the battlefield, you will most likely die in pain in the battalion. Even if there are wounded battalions and medical craftsmen in the army, how can it compare with the current conditions?
What's more, in their cognition, the defeated soldiers who were deliberately released by the enemy after they were captured to dampen the morale of their own troops were usually secretly executed by the superiors.

Now the princess not only didn't kill them, but also set up a wounded barracks with such good conditions, so that the doctor spared no effort to treat them with medicine.

He also promised that he would not ignore them in the future and would make proper arrangements.

With all these things, even a man with a heart like a stone was moved.

Not to mention that they were humiliated by Zhang Xianzhong, and their psychology was far more sensitive than ordinary soldiers.

So, the wounded soldiers finally raised their heads to look at Aimee Zhu, deeply remembering this face that seemed to be shining brightly.

In the end, no one shouted anything, but kowtowed deeply after remembering Aimee Zhu's face.

Although they were speechless, they had already deeply engraved Aimi Zhu's kindness into their hearts.

(End of this chapter)