Who asked him to engage in military industry in the world of high martial arts?

Chapter 53 Start unlocking the flintlock blueprints!

In this group of eight slaves, Chen Yongying was not prepared to understand their past one by one, and then open their hearts to convince them one by one.

Slowly, time will bring them the answer.

Each of them held an ax in their hands, and at the same time they were still carrying materials to the donkey cart.

"Master, are there too many things on the donkey cart? I used to be responsible for feeding the livestock. If there are too many things, the donkey will be tired. How about we move it together?" A slave in his twenties said proactively.

Chen Yongying shook his head: "No, aren't livestock just for tiring?"

"You are all human beings, there is no need to do what animals do."

Hearing this, the slave was startled.

The other seven slaves were also confused.

What happened next was beyond their expectations.

Chen Yongying actually took them to have a good meal...

That meal cost a full five hundred yuan!

Of course, because there were too many slaves, the store refused to accept them, so they moved the table outside before letting them sit down and eat.

When they saw the delicious food on the table, the slaves were stunned. They all looked at Su Qin and Shui Gen, and they were a little scared and did not dare to move their chopsticks.

Chen Yongying waved his hand: "Eat, why are you standing there in a daze?"

He took the lead and was the first to pick up a big chicken drumstick and stuff it into his mouth.

Shui Gen also smiled happily: "I am a slave just like you, what do you have to be afraid of?"

After saying that, Shui Gen also picked up a chicken drumstick.

Then, it was all over.

These eight slaves had been hungry for who knows how long. The food on the table was quickly eaten, but because there were enough staple food steamed buns, these slaves could still be full.

A group of slaves were so full of food that they could not move while sitting on the bench.

But they all struggled to get ready, because they all knew that after eating, they should work while they had the strength, instead of digesting and wasting food in vain.

The slave who used to be in charge of the livestock asked, "Master, are we leaving now?"

Chen Yongying shook his head: "Rest."

"We'll start again in an hour. Let's find a place to take a nap."

The eight slaves in the group were all looking at each other, stunned.

Lunch break?

When had they ever had such treatment?

So, under unimaginable treatment, this group of slaves finally arrived at the camp, and after arriving at the camp, they naturally had to start working.

Chen Yongying is planning to arrange three slaves to operate the production line.

If it can reach an average of 12 mines per day, that's pretty much it.

"You, you, you three, come in with me." Chen Yongying waved his hand.

"The others will follow Shuigen to chop wood."

"Hey!!!!"

"Hey!!!" Over there, a group of people from the Stick Gang were hard at work logging and building a camp.

The task Chen Yongying gave them today was to collect more wood. He wanted to hold a ceremony to honor his ancestors.

The ritual, of course, is to unlock the blueprint of the flintlock gun.

"I don't know if there are any drawings of the production line in the back. It's not an option to always rely on manual work..."

Chen Yongying was thinking about the problem seriously, and at this time Yang Heng came over.

The fat man looked surprised: "You actually bought so many slaves this time?"

Chen Yongying nodded: "Well, the camp will always be expanded."

"I understand." Yang Heng nodded seriously.

"By the way, where is Huang Yingxiong? Several of his brothers want to tell him something."

"Gone." Chen Yong responded.

"Leaving?" Hearing this, Yang Heng was startled.

"What a coincidence?"

"Several of them want to join our team completely. They want the salary and price to be the same as those of the two brothers, and they can do any job."

"I originally wanted to discuss it with Huang Yingxiong, but he left? Without saying goodbye?"

Chen Yongying nodded: "He may have expected this situation. At least he can keep a thought in his heart if he is not here."

"Alas..." Yang Heng sighed.

"He is actually quite smart, but he has too much self-esteem. What's wrong with being your little brother?" "Look at me, aren't you now the second-in-command in the camp?"

Chen Yongying: "..."

You reminded me of a line.

During dinner in the evening, the new slaves saw the two brothers who were training in the open space in the distance.

"No illness or disaster! Are you two here too?"

Wu Bian was stunned: "Sheepherd, have you been bought back by the boss?"

"Well, you are finally free!"

"Relief?" Several slaves were startled.

When Chen Yongying saw this scene, he smiled and shook his head.

Some systems do not need to be read out by oneself. Yang Heng can do these things. As long as he ensures that these people know that all this is his gift, then their loyalty basically does not need to be considered.

If you have lived a life that humans can live, how can you still live a life that is like that of animals?

In a few days, as long as these people are not stupid, they will become their loyal fans.

This is also his purpose in choosing young people. If you are really too old, you basically have your own thoughts, and it is best not to have your own thoughts in your own power.

The next half month was a boring and simple life.

Gather wood, build camps, and train troops.

Of course, he went out and sold all the wolves the next day, leaving one for Shui Gen to make a small stove. Now that he was a warrior, he naturally couldn't eat the same as ordinary people.

After turning in the task and selling the wolf meat, Chen Yongying's deposit rose again to as much as 14.

"Stand still, don't let your legs shake!"

"You guys eat so much meat on weekdays, are you feeding it all to the dogs?" Chen Yongying said seriously.

He also held a wooden stick, and anyone who dared to touch it would be given a severe blow.

corporal punishment?

Just use corporal punishment as you like. There is no such thing as human rights in this era, and it's not too much.

Now Yang Heng has become the deputy commander, but he also needs to participate in training. However, if Chen Yongying is not available, he will direct the training.

In addition to being free from illness and disaster, Chen Yongying selected the five youngest slaves to form a grenadier queue.

The other three older ones became the first assembly line workers, responsible for the production of grenades.

Of course, a small cabin was also built for them, and no flames were allowed there, and no work was allowed after dark.

The output has slowly increased from 1 piece per day to 9 pieces per day.

With the proficiency of the three people, they will definitely be able to increase to 12 per day.

Therefore, if the output is maintained, Chen Yongying will now be able to equip ordinary infantry with relevant weapons.

From now on, Chen Yongying's troops are no longer pure line infantry, but grenadier arrays, equipped with fire gate blunderbuss and grenadier grenades.

But Chen Yongying is ready to abandon the gun.

because……

The wood is gathered together!

"Shua!!!" Beside Chen Yongying, eight soldiers including Yang Heng stood neatly in formation.

Next to them, the seven gangsters from the Stick Gang also stood up straight, no longer as lax as before.

Hua Gu and Gou Sheng also came.

Shui Gen also stood behind Chen Yongying, in the same row as Yang Heng.

"Boss, the ceremony can begin." Shui Gen said seriously.

Chen Yongying: "..."

Okay, now everyone really thinks that I am worshiping my ancestors.

Forget it, it doesn’t matter anymore...

it's the same!

【Ding! 】