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

Chapter 93 Royal Secret Technique, Summoning Technique of the Nine Clans!

"Everyone put down their work for the time being, use the group as a queue, and come out to assemble!"

Zhu Gaoyu's personal guards walked into each workshop and called out all the workers who were immersed in their work.

"Damn it, what the hell is going on? I just have a bowl of clear rice porridge in the morning, and I can't even walk. There are so many other things."

"That's right, it's agreed to keep you full every meal, let alone eat it now, it's not even enough to stuff your teeth."

The workers complained, and under the leadership of the foremen of each group, they walked out the door noisily.

"Hey, that person seems to be His Highness."

When everyone came to the camp square, they suddenly noticed a young man in a rough robe on the high platform in the middle.

"It seems to be His Highness. I heard that His Highness is going to fight Japanese pirates."

"Hey, with His Highness's ability, mere Japanese pirates are not easy to destroy."

"Now that His Highness is back, we finally have support."

There are many workers present, Zhu Gaoyu has personally taught them. Out of goodwill for Zhu Gaoyu, many workers trust Zhu Gaoyu very much.

There was a sudden change during this time, and everyone was still a little angry at first, but later heard a few engineers say that this was an arrangement of the court, and it was not clear that His Highness went to fight the Japanese pirates, and the people did not unite to make trouble, they were all looking forward to it Let Zhu Gaoyu come back and give them justice.

"Your Highness. Your Highness, you have to decide for the villain. My poor brother was hanged up and beaten to death by that bastard surnamed Jiang just because he said a few words."

As soon as the workers came out of the workshop, a man burst into tears and rushed down the steps, kowtowing to Zhu Gaoyu, begging Zhu Gaoyu to give him justice.

Stretching out his hand to push away the guards in front, Zhu Gaoyu walked down the steps and helped the crying man up.

"Get up, I know all the grievances you have suffered, and I will uphold justice for you today." After speaking, he pointed to the corpse hanging next to him, "Look at who that is."

The man who was lifted up wiped the tears from his face, and looked in the direction of Zhu Gaoyu's finger, his pained expression suddenly turned into gnashing of teeth.

"It's him, it's him, it's him."

"Your Highness, it was this bastard who beat my poor brother to death. My sister-in-law's family cried to death when they heard the news. They also have three children. Once my brother left, the sky at home collapsed."

"I understand, I can understand!"

Zhu Gaoyu patted the other party comfortingly, and then handed the whip in his hand to the man.

The man kowtowed gratefully, took the whip from Zhu Gaoyu's hand, and rushed towards the corpse with a roar, and there was a burst of twitching.

"Kill him, kill this bastard..."

"Uh, he was already dead, he should have been beaten to pieces."

"Oh, yes, Brother Liu, hit him hard and beat him to death."

The onlookers, seeing the man frantically beating the corpse with a whip, applauded loudly.

"Your Highness, all the officials in charge of the artisan camp have been summoned except for one who has returned to the Ministry of Industry."

Zuo Jun, who was ordered to call all officials, reported the situation of the call.

Zhu Gaoyu nodded, and said to Lu Fei next to him, "Go and get all those defective guns."

Although he didn't understand why he needed these defective guns, Lu Fei nodded and took some craftsmen to the warehouse to get the guns.

Turning around and returning to the high platform, Zhu Gaoyu sat in his seat and waited quietly.

The old man must have known about such a big matter.

The craftsman camp is related to the future development of firearms in Ming Dynasty. If such a big event happens, the old man will definitely come and take a look.

Although Zhu Gaoyu is the prince of a country, he is not qualified to deal with these officials. He needs the old man to be present in person.

Zhu Gaoyu didn't know who made the old man agree to the Ministry of Industry's entry into the craftsman camp, but this person must have had a great influence on the old man.

Otherwise, Zhu Gaoyu, his own son, made it clear that the Ministry of Industry would not be involved, and the old man would not have sent someone over without asking.

Zhu Gaoyu already had a rough guess as to why people from the Ministry of Industry dared to covet such a high-level confidential place.

The old man explicitly prohibited anyone from entering without his warrant, but he didn't have time to come here often.

The actual person in charge, Zhu Gaoyu, went out to fight and did not come back, so the craftsman camp gradually became a monopoly of the Ministry of Industry.

As an important base for manufacturing guns, artillery and ammunition, the Artisan Battalion has a very large monthly turnover.

The officials of the Ministry of Industry, who gradually took control of the craftsman camp, looked at the real gold and silver flowing in front of their eyes every day, and it was false to be indifferent.

The old man's strict protection on the outside not only did not allow the artisan camp to develop more safely, but on the contrary gave these moths inside an opportunity to take advantage of.

They couldn't come without the emperor's order. The censors of the supervisory inspectorate naturally didn't know what happened inside, and the Jinyi guards outside the door were not allowed to come in.

The people who can come in don't come often, and the people who really manage are not around, so these greedy people have crooked thoughts.

Maybe they only took a little at the beginning, but as they took too much and had nothing to do, their appetite was infinitely enlarged, and they began to fiddle with various manufacturing materials and workers' meals.

As for the unqualified weapons, how should I explain to the court.

For officials like them, handling this kind of thing is easier than drinking saliva.

It's not that these firearms cannot be fired with one shot, and they will not give up those useless ones from the warehouse.

Even if some are of poor quality, non-professionals can't tell.

If it is sent to soldiers, it is absolutely no problem to shoot a few shots.

What to do on the battlefield when it is really used is none of their business.

It is the general's responsibility to lose the battle, and it has nothing to do with them officials.

Their weapons are manufactured according to strict requirements, and there are no problems when tested.

As for what happened on the battlefield?

There are many reasons for that.

It may be that the soldiers did not operate properly, or it may be due to the weather, water and soil, all kinds of possibilities, the officials can find out a lot for you.

If this still doesn't explain it, they can also put the responsibility on the craftsmen, saying that their manufacturing skills are not good enough and they don't pay attention to their work.

If that doesn't work, push out a scapegoat or two.

After checking from beginning to end in this way, it didn't take a month or two, and there was no clue at all.

Within a month or two, they can use their contacts and relationships to smooth out the clues that connect them.

When Zhu Gaoyu came back, the officials of the craftsman camp knew about it.

They thought about making arrangements for the following two days, so that His Highness, the direct superior of the craftsman battalion, would be fooled.

When they thought about it, the son of His Highness's daughter, now that he has a son, how could he have so much time to stay in this crappy place like Craftsman Camp.

I guess it's just a few glances, and if there is no problem with the work, I might just leave and won't come again.

However, the officials never imagined that Zhu Gaoyu attached great importance to the artisan camp beyond their imagination.

In the morning, just after the court meeting, I ran over without even changing my clothes.

The officials of the Ministry of Industry who were present did not even have time to prepare, and they were caught straight away.

So it is said that when the people above come down to check, they must notify in advance, otherwise some embarrassing things will happen, and everyone will lose face.

The officials of the Ministry of Industry who were called over felt uneasy, and kept looking back in the direction of the gate nervously.

Yuanwailang, who was in charge, kept raising his hands to wipe the sweat from his forehead with his legs swinging.

"Tap tap..."

Not long after the workers and officials gathered, a sound of hooves came from far and near.

Everyone hurriedly turned their heads and saw an old man in coarse cloth, sitting on a horse galloping with a cold face.

Behind him are Song Li, Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry, and officials such as the left and right ministers.

"The holy driver is here!"

Hou Liang, the commander of Jinyiwei who followed, shouted loudly at the crowd.

Everyone present, except Zhu Gaoyu, all fell to the ground.

"Kowtow to Your Majesty, Your Majesty bows!"

The old man ignored the saluting people and rode directly to the high platform.

"father!"

Zhu Gaoyu hurried forward and helped the old man off the horse.

"You are the head of the artisan camp. I only wear eyes and ears today. You can do whatever you want."

After getting off the horse, he raised his hand casually, and said something to Zhu Gaoyu, and the old man walked under the parasol on the high platform, quietly watching the people who got up from the ground.

"Commander Hou, I don't know if any of you Jinyiwei are good at peeling and filling grass."

Zhu Gaoyu stopped Hou Liang, commander of Jinyiwei, and asked something that made the other party stunned.

"Your Highness, if you want other talents, our Jinyiwei does not have them. If you want to talk about skinning masters, our Jinyiwei has them everywhere."

Zhu Gaoyu nodded, cupped his hands slightly and said, "Then please Commander Hou, ask Jin Yiwei to send some masters in this area, they may be needed later."

Hou Liang sideways avoided Zhu Gaoyu's salute, cupped his hands and replied: "Please wait a moment, Your Highness, I will send someone to call them over."

He also just dismounted, and the official from the Ministry of Industry, who was heading towards the high platform, trembled violently when he heard the conversation between the two.

"Your Highness, here are the firearms."

As soon as the people from Jinyiwei went looking for someone, Lu Fei came over with hundreds of craftsmen carrying boxes of all sizes.

Zhu Gaoyu walked to the box and asked someone to open it, and took out a flintlock gun from it.

The other parts of this gun are all manufactured in a uniform size, and there is no big requirement on the quality. There is no big problem except that it is a little brittle.

The problem can be seen at a glance, it is the barrel.

The barrel is not straight and streamlined, but slightly bulged or sunken in some places.

Looking at such a gun barrel, Zhu Gaoyu's eyes grew colder and colder.

When he saw the inside of the gun barrel, his face became even more ugly.

"It was fine when it was made, but after a few shots, the barrel got hot and it became like this."

Lu Fei also picked up one, and explained why the barrel of the gun looked like this.

Zhu Gaoyu nodded, and didn't ask the other party why they had to assemble the gun barrel even though they knew there was something wrong with it.

Based on his understanding of the characters of Lu Fei and others, if they were really able to handle things, this kind of barrel would never be made.

Throwing the gun to Lu Fei, Zhu Gaoyu looked at the officials of the Ministry of Industry indifferently, and ordered: "Reload, use the maximum amount of medicine."

Out of trust in Zhu Gaoyu, Lu Fei didn't ask any more questions, and directly asked the craftsmen to fill it directly.

What's more, the gunpowder used is not the kind of gunpowder that is made by secondary punching, but the high-grade smokeless gunpowder specially made by Lu Yang.

"What's wrong?"

While the craftsmen were loading their guns, the old man came down under the protection of Hou Liang and others, and took a gun without charge.

What happened to the artisan camp, the old man didn't know, Jin Yiwei just reported, His Royal Highness King Yue directly killed a person after he went there, and then called everyone together.

"What's the problem? Some people see that you don't come here often and I'm not here, so they have some thoughts."

"Taking inferior materials as good ones, in order to catch up with the quantity, they ignored the quality of the guns, and they just put the barrels that were scrapped on the guns."

"And the contracts signed with the workers were all rejected by them, and the daily rations were reduced again and again."

While pointing out the gun problem to the old man, Zhu Gaoyu talked about the problems he found.

"If they do this, it's fine if they really save money. I can only say that they have no skills, but their hearts are still good. It's a pity that the money entered into the account every day has not decreased, but has increased."

"My son took a look. It was recorded in the ledger yesterday that in order to celebrate his son's return from the expedition, the artisan camp bought ten sheep as a celebration."

"But as a result, I asked the engineers and craftsmen, not to mention mutton, they didn't even see a single wool, and they even ate bran at noon yesterday."

The old man's expression became uglier the more he heard it. He glanced at the officials who were still shivering under the sun, his eyes full of murderous intent.

He knew that some of the officials under him were corrupt, but he never expected that these people would be so courageous that they would even dare to intervene in the artisan battalion he valued the most.

This is still under his nose, how much filth and filth will exist in those things that he can't see.

"By the way, there are also the research materials of the Artisan Camp. According to Engineer Lu, you were taken away by someone."

Without looking at the old man's increasingly ugly face, Zhu Gaoyu continued to talk about the artisan camp.

"I know this. They said that this is a magical technique. The Yongle Encyclopedia is an encyclopedia. There is nothing missing. I asked them to move it over and copy it, and told them to take it back when they are done using it."

Hearing the old man's answer, Zhu Gaoyu was so hesitant that he didn't come up. He held his face and said: "Father, that is the top secret of Ming Dynasty. As long as the content on each blueprint is thoroughly studied, it can make a country step into the top of the world." Top."

"Your old man collected documents for the Yongle Grand Ceremony, and my son can understand, but how could you think of letting others read this kind of top secret."

"To know these secrets, only a few people can see them."

"Good guy, once you take it out, you don't need to talk about secrets or anything, it's just rotten."

"At that time, don't think that Daming will dominate the world. If they research it first, it will be fine if they don't push us to the ground and beat us up."

Hearing Zhu Gaoyu's blunt words, the old man's face turned red for a while, but he really didn't care about it.

I only thought about registering these in the Yongle Canon, and completely completed this encyclopedia, and never thought about leaking the secrets.

"Hou Liang!"

"The minister is here."

The old man said to Hou Liang with an ugly face: "Bring back all the materials to me, how much is it in total..."

Speaking of which, the old man got stuck, and couldn't remember how many pieces of information there were for a while.

"Twenty-six thousand three hundred and forty-six!"

Lu Fei, who was loading gunpowder beside him, hastily added a sentence for the old man.

"Yes, that's all. I'll check it out. If there's one less card, I'll cut them all down. If there's no less, I'll arrest them all."

After Hou Liang led the people away, the old man complained: "You brat, you don't tell me such an important matter. I thought your materials were open for artisans to read."

Zhu Gaoyu: "..."

This old guy didn't want to admit what he did, so he put the responsibility on others.

Zhu Gaoyu ignored the old man with a dark face, and lowered his head to ask the craftsmen to load more guns.

Regarding the leak, Zhu Gaoyu was not as worried as he said.

For the sake of confidentiality, those materials are composed of Xiaozhuan and Arabic numerals, as well as some English numerals.

Those who don't understand these things, let alone read it, as long as Zhu Gaoyu explained it himself, they may be confused.

Technology is not something that anyone can play if they want to play it. If there is no talent for this thing, or if they have seen actual cases or items, ordinary people can't play it at all.

What he said just now was so serious, it was entirely to scare the old man.

Hmph, the old man just doesn't listen to what he clearly told me, and always thinks that when he becomes emperor, everyone is not as smart as him, so he must be taught a lesson.

Seeing that his son was really angry and understood that he had done something bad with good intentions, the old man's face flashed with embarrassment, he walked around the craftsmen with his hands behind his back, and then returned to the high platform to wait under the umbrella.

"Your Highness, the gun has been loaded!"

Under Lu Fei's command, the defective guns that were quickly brought over were all reloaded, and they still had the maximum amount of ammunition.

Zhu Gaoyu nodded, asked the craftsmen to pick up the loaded guns, and walked to the official of the Ministry of Industry who had been ignored since the assembly.

"Your Highness, is there some misunderstanding in this?"

Song Li, Minister of the Ministry of Industry, who was watching the whole process, saw that Zhu Gaoyu sent people to go to those officials with guns. He thought that Zhu Gaoyu was going to kill all these officials, so he quickly stood up.

"Misunderstand?"

Looking at the minister of the Ministry of Industry standing in front of him, Zhu Gaoyu shook his head with a chuckle.

"Song Shangshu, if there is any misunderstanding, I will know after the shooting."

"You just came back from repairing the river, and you probably don't know the monsters and monsters in it."

"I also know what you are like. Listen to this king's advice, don't meddle in this matter, just watch from the side."

"If you get involved, it's easy to lose your money in the evening."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and pushed Song Li away, glanced at standing behind Song Li, lowered his head and remained silent Jiang Shilang.

Another servant who helped Zhu Gaoyu build the craftsman camp, noticed Zhu Gaoyu's gaze, opened his mouth to say something, but finally sighed, closed his mouth and lowered his head.

Bringing a group of people to the officials of the Ministry of Industry in charge of the craftsman camp, Zhu Gaoyu didn't bother to talk nonsense to them, so he waved his hand and asked the craftsmen to hand out the guns to the officials.

"These guns are all approved by you, but I am not at ease about it, so I will trouble everyone to test it in front of His Majesty and me."

Standing in front of the officials, Zhu Gaoyu held out a finger.

"Ten shots each."

"It's no problem to finish ten shots. I'll apologize and apologize. If something goes wrong..."

With a sneer on the corner of Zhu Gaoyu's mouth, he said lightly: "Then we will have something to talk about, not only we have something to talk about, but even your third uncle who has been missing for many years, the imperial court can find out and chat with you."

(End of this chapter)