open sea

Chapter 99
Chen Mu didn't forget to use the Guan's blunderbuss to fire a few blunderbuss outside where no one was looking.

And the efficiency of charging the powder is a little faster, after all, there is less action to load the matchlock.

The cost of a new gun is two cents and seven cents more than the old gun. In fact, the craftsman himself chooses the materials himself, and the cost of a gun is less than two taels of silver.

Without a practical understanding of the process of making guns, ordinary people can't see through the lies of the craftsmen. Instead, the fallacy that forty catties of iron is beaten into eight catties has spread widely.

Iron ore can be smelted into more iron than this. Forty catties of iron can be smelted into eight catties, which is still better Fujian crude iron. Even if there is still [-]% of impurities in the crude iron, where does the remaining thirty catties of iron go?
Eaten by moths.

Except for the reduced range and power to be ignored, as a rifle, this is a good new shape of the gun.

If it is used as a riding gun, it is perfect.

The shorter gun barrel can ensure the convenience of the rider on horseback. You only need to use a slightly smaller lead shot to stick a thin layer of leather with short fluff to ensure that the lead shot is stuffed into the gun barrel without bumping. leakage.

However, it is still too early to think about this trend.

Chen Junye couldn't even gather [-] war horses, let alone a superb rider who could ride a horse and was capable of charging medicine.

nonexistent.

To Chen Mu now, this gun is just a portable and safe short gun.

If the follow-up skills are not improved, perhaps the more mature spring flintlock guns will eventually be used, but at least in the past few decades or hundreds of years, the fire rate and trigger of this gun machine are better than the immature flintlock guns.

Guan Yuangu is really talented. He actually added the structure of the crossbow machine to the bird gun. This thing made Chen Mu think for himself, and he would not figure it out for 100 years.

"Make another twenty rods, and make more small flag arrows, which may be used in a few days."

The Xiaoqi Arrow, a firearm that amazes Deng Zilong, has not yet been used on the battlefield, but Chen Mu estimates that it will not be too long before it is used on the battlefield.

Chen Mu was a little eager to try, suppressing rebels, suppressing miners, and bullying those refugees who couldn't survive. These things that the Ming army was accustomed to made him feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

"Fu Yuan, let those two translators come in and meet me."

Seeing the flintlock made Chen Mu feel a big deal in his mind. His family soldiers will be better armed with firearms. This is the only good news he has seen in Qianhu in Xiangshan, which is waiting to be built.

After arranging for Shao Tingda to lead more than 100 banner troops in the guard to practice, and Lou Qimai commanded Yu Ding to prepare for planting, Chen Mu was free to meet the two translators.

Fu Yuan responded, and not long after, he led a man and a woman into the front hall.

The woman is naturally the prostitute Fu Yuan found from Haojingao, wearing a green scarf with silver hairpins on her head, a soap-colored half-shirt, and a silk dress embroidered with dancing butterflies inside.Over [-] years old, with an ordinary face, light makeup, charming eyes, small cherry mouth and slender waist, it can be seen that he was pretty when he was young.

Neither is she like the little daughters-in-law and big girls Chen Mu saw in Qingyuanwei in the past, nor is she dressed freshly like Yan Qingyao, and she can tell at a glance that she is not a woman from a good family.

The man was even more unexpected than Chen Mu expected. He was an old man in his fifties, with a dark complexion and thick finger joints.Wearing a frayed monk's black robe, with a cross on his chest and a thick book in his hand, he stood in the hall neither humble nor overbearing.

But his hands were shaking.

"My family pays respects to Sir Qianhu, what's the matter with summoning the daughters of the people!"

There was a hint of teasing in the prostitute's words, maybe it was because she had long forgotten about Wang Hua after living in Macau, or maybe it was because of her career that she still did not forget to give Chen Mu a wink.

The Ming monk's speech became a little stiff, as if he hadn't spoken Chinese for a long time, and his words were as precious as gold, "I greet you, Qianhu."

Chen Mu sat on the chair, leaning back slightly. His eyes were focused on the monk's hands and waist. There were calluses on his hands from holding the sword for a long time, and there was a buckle for a saber on his belt around his waist.

This is not only an enlightened monk, but also an old warrior.

"I'm Chen Mu, Xiangshan Qianhu." Chen Mu sat upright, put one hand on his knees and the other on the tea table, and asked the two of them, "What are your names, where are you from, and what are your identities?"

Seeing that Chen Mu didn't like this, the prostitute bowed and saluted, and said softly: "My family is called Die Niang, from Quanzhou, Fujian, and she lives in Haojing. Of course she is a woman from a good family."

You see how much I believe in you!

Chen Mu didn't want to talk to her, raised his hand to let her sit aside, turned his eyes to monk Mingren, and motioned for him to speak.

"My old Jesuit monk Anthony once served Father Xavier. He has lived in Haojingao for more than [-] years and has been to many places." To manage Haojing, Father Perez can help you, he is waiting for you in Haojingao."

After finishing speaking, the old man still took notes with the cross on his chest swinging from side to side, which looked much more decent than asking him to bow his hands.

Chen Mu really wanted to ask if this old monk who didn't even have a Ming name still regarded himself as a Ming Dynasty citizen, but it was useless to ask.

Anthony gave him a strange feeling, as if they were equals, when in fact they were by no means equals.

In this era, no matter the East or the West, whether Buddhism or Catholicism, there is no equality.

Therefore, Chen Mu is more likely to take this kind of demeanor as a sense of superiority, and he really doesn't like this kind of display of superiority.

Like the colonizer facing the colonized.

"I see. I'll let him come later. Please stay here for the time being. Go down."

Chen Mu had many questions about Hao Jing'ao. The Jesuit monks were undoubtedly the ones who had lived in Macao for the longest time, and they were also the most suitable candidates.

But he also believes that now is not a good time to contact missionaries.

When his understanding of Hao Jing was like a blank sheet of paper, whoever he listened to first would create preconceived notions.And if he had to be preconceived, he would rather listen to the whores of the Ming Dynasty than accept religious fanatics.

The monks who can persevere across the oceans and come to the East to preach are naturally fanatics, and the servants taught by fanatics are of course fanatics.

However, Chen Mu admired the calmness of the monks blessed by faith.

Anthony seemed to have expected such a result a long time ago. Even if he came and waved away as soon as he was called, he was not surprised at all. After nodding, he followed the flag army and walked out step by step, still strutting.

"Hmph, fake Fanyi!"

As soon as Anthony left, Die Niang taunted Anthony's back full of disgust, turned her head and looked at Chen Mu with a smile on her face, and said, "Oh, Lord Qianhu, I'm looking for someone who can speak Mandarin. Why are you looking for him, can he be of the same mind with the imperial court? Fan Yunu's family will also know everything about Haojingao, so I don't wait for you to ask."

Chen Mu let out a foul breath, leaned on the back of the chair, and stared fixedly at the carved beams for a moment.

"You can't believe that he is a fake foreign barbarian, but you, the wife of a Japanese pirate, can Chen believe it?"

Ordinary people can't leave their homes for a long time. It's not difficult to imagine how this Fujian woman came to Haojingao.

　Xavier died on Shangchuan Island and never entered the Ming Dynasty. Before his death, only his servant Anthony of the Ming Dynasty accompanied him.

　　The monks who came to China in the middle of the Ming Dynasty were the largest men's order in Catholicism. The Society of Jesus, also known as the Jesus Company, was founded by Spanish noble soldiers. The whole sect has a strong centralized and military style.

　　Good morning!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)