My father Yong Le Emperor, you let me keep a low profile

Chapter 54 One flower blooms, it is better to have a hundred flowers contend for spring!

Just when Wang Jin was pleasantly surprised by the improvement of the fire gun, Zhu Gaoyu fell into doubt.

If he read correctly, this improvement should be the original form of the matchlock gun.

As the commander of the ocean-going fleet Zuodu, Wang Jin's status is not low. If he knows about the improvement in this area, he will definitely report it to the court.

That being the case, the problem arises.

Daming had the idea of ​​improvement in this area many years in advance, so why didn't it spread it later, instead, he was influenced by the Westerners to improve his own firearms.

Zhu Gaoyu thought for a long time and came to two conclusions.

That is Lu Fei, who claims to be a descendant of Lu Ban, passed away unexpectedly before Wang Jin discovered this improvement.

Or maybe Wang Jin reported it, but the court ignored it because they didn't pay much attention to the craftsmen.

Alas, scholars, farmers, businessmen!

Under the influence of Confucianism, these things are all regarded as strange and obscene skills, which are simply not on the table.

So many things have been buried in history.

Zhu Gaoyu remembered a sentence said by a respected senior in his previous life.

Yanhuang does not lack capable people, nor does it lack people who are brave enough to innovate. What is lacking is people who discover them, and a stage for these capable and innovative people to showcase.

"Your Highness, this should be reported to His Majesty immediately."

"If all my firearms are modified, the combat power can be increased several times."

Wang Jin, who didn't notice Zhu Gaoyu's expression, urged him excitedly.

"no need!"

Zhu Gaoyu waved his hand, and put the most primitive matchlock gun on the table next to him.

Such a scene made Lu Fei and the other two who stopped talking after saluting from the beginning to the end, a look of sadness flashed in their eyes.

Could it be that His Highness is not interested in their research?
Thinking of this, the three of them smiled wryly.

Since Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty dismissed Confucianism from a hundred schools of thought, Confucianism, which had no interest in it, took off all the way, while other schools of thought declined day by day.

By this period, the Hundred Schools of Thought rarely existed in the imperial court.

It's not that they don't want to fight for it, but with the current power and status of Confucianism, they simply can't fight.

They have also thought about seeking the Ming Lord, but those people just use them, and once they are done, they will kick them aside and continue to choose Confucianism that can fool the people of the world.

In the eyes of those enlightened masters, compared with various innovations, the most important thing is to have a unified mind and the people to obey and obey.

As for various developments, the dynasties and dynasties have not changed for so many years, aren't they still the same?

As the saying goes, benefiting others is not as good as self-interest. Compared with the development of things, their power and status are the most important.

Thinking of his own school and its hard development over the past thousand years, Lu Fei's originally agitated heart gradually calmed down.

Glancing at Zhu Gaoyu who asked them to wait, then turned and walked into the back hall, Lu Fei thought to himself, "Forget it, for the sake of those dossier records, let's be wronged for a while, and leave after studying!"

The other two originally wanted to join the King of Yue forces with their good friend Lu Fei, and wanted to have a companion to communicate with.

However, Zhu Gaoyu's indifference towards Lu Fei made their hearts cool down, and they were already thinking about whether to say goodbye and leave.

"Come on... take a look at this gun, do you have any ideas?"

Just when the four people in the hall were in different moods.

Zhu Gaoyu came out with a long box and called the four of them to come up and have a look.

"gun?"

Doubt flashed across the hearts of the four of them.

What's so cool about a gun?No matter how sharp it is, it's useless if the soldiers don't use it well.

However, when they got closer, they realized what was in the box.

It turned out to be a firecracker. I thought it was a new type of gun.

"This is……"

Lu Fei stepped forward, looking at the beautifully shaped guns, his body trembled violently.

He first looked at the flintlock gun in the box, and then at the manual ignition gun he invented that was thrown on the table.

He suddenly understood why Zhu Gaoyu had such an expression when he heard his introduction just now.

Compared to his crude manufacturing, the firecracker in the box in front of him is simply a work of art.

Reaching out to pick up the flintlock, Zhu Gaoyu explained to several people: "This is the latest firearm of my Ming Dynasty. I call it a flintlock."

"This is a musket that does not use fire, but uses flint to ignite. Compared with the current firecracker and the one developed by Mr. Lu, it is many times more convenient."

While Zhu Gaoyu was explaining, he was demonstrating to several people.

Seeing the flint hitting the anvil and rubbing sparks, Lu Fei's body felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

"So it could be like this, hahaha... So it could be like this..."

Sure enough, smart people are different. After watching it once, they can understand the principle.

There is no difficulty in science, and it is often just a layer of window paper blocking the middle. For professional people, once it is pierced, some of the ideas will be self-taught.

Zhu Gaoyu smiled and handed the gun to the impatient Wang Jin who was eager to fight. He said to Lu Yang, Mr. Yin and Yang, who was frowning while looking at Flint, "In addition to Flint, we have other ideas. That is to use some special materials to create gunpowder that can be hit naturally."

"In this way, my Daming's firearms will not be afraid of wind and rain, and can fight at any time and any place."

"It's a pity that our people have studied it for a long time, but we haven't found any clues."

He cupped his hands to Lu Yang who had already looked over, and Zhu Gaoyu said sincerely: "Mr. Lu is an expert in this field. I wonder if Mr. is willing to stay and lead our people to research this thing."

"This……"

Lu Yang was a little moved.

He likes alchemy, but alchemy needs various medicinal ores.

But he is a poor ghost. Sometimes in order to research a kind of elixir, he can't buy those expensive items, so he can only choose other cheap ones instead.

It is also for this reason that by chance, he researched some strange things.

For example, a new type of gunpowder that is more powerful and burns without any smoke.

There is also a kind of elixir that can quickly paralyze that he refined based on Mafeisan.

He is capable, but he still has some taboos about officials.

It is easy for alchemists to be rumored to bewitch the emperor, but there are so many seniors who have set an example.

He's still young, he doesn't want to die yet, and he doesn't have any ambitions or lust for power.

So he hesitated about Zhu Gaoyu's invitation.

Seeing this, Zhu Gaoyu smiled slightly, reached into his arms, took out a notebook, and handed it to the other party.

Lu Yang was puzzled, and saw the four big characters of basic chemistry written on the cover.

"Chemistry, which school is this?"

Lu Yang was confused for a moment, and was about to ask, but was stopped by Zhu Gaoyu's eyes, and motioned for him to read the content first.

The master agreed, and Lu Yang didn't hold back, and opened it directly to watch.

However, seeing this, he was addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself.

Successfully seduced another one, with a smile on the corner of Zhu Gaoyu's mouth, he looked at Gao Wu, the strong heir of the Mohist family.

Don't even think about running away today, Zhu Gaoyu will have all of them in his pocket.

Not only that, but he also used the three as a line to draw in people from other factions.

Zhu Gaoyu doesn't care whether the contention of a hundred schools of thought is good or bad.

As long as these people can bring progress to the progress of Ming civilization, let them handle the ideological conflicts by themselves.

If it is impossible to set up a ring for them, let them compete by martial arts.

Zhu Gaoyu firmly believes that there is nothing that can't be solved by a fight, if there is, then fight again.

Alas, I hope that when the time comes, the Confucianists still have the strength and stature of Confucius, and can convince others with virtue.

Otherwise, after so many years of grievances, I am afraid that he will be beaten to death.

ps: Brothers, begging for a wave of follow-up investment monthly tickets, thank you brothers.

(End of this chapter)