The military supplies were collected in just three months. Now the executive power of Lin Yuan's people is unprecedentedly strong. Everyone believes that Lin Yuan will lead them to a better life. Food and weapons are abundant, not only In this way, the weapons are all excellent.
Lin Yuan has weapon depots and factories in every city. Blacksmiths' job every day is to forge weapons. The better the quality of the weapons, the more monthly salary they can get. I don't drink, and I'm also thinking about how to forge the weapon to be sharper, more resilient, and not easy to break.
Looking at the long knives in front of him, Lin Yuan remembered the weapons of the enemy that had been collected in several battles. Before the troubled times and in times of peace, the number of weapons was almost certain. If there is a knife, then Zhu Kuai will probably go to his house to greet him.
So in the chaotic times, when I opened the arsenal, most of the weapons were rusted. Due to technical limitations, there were many long knives that were sharp, but broke when they were broken.
It's like a more modern utility knife. If it's not sharp anywhere, just smash that part with a stone and continue to use it.
The consumption and wear and tear of weapons are enormous, as are the costs involved.
Lin Yuan sometimes regretted that he didn't study science and engineering. He really didn't know how to make steel.
Now, apart from Lin Yuan, the weapons of the few rebels are not very good. The cost of making weapons is too high. For them, it is better to fight a few more battles and capture more, which is convenient and cheap.
Anyway, the battle is definitely going to be fought, and it is a pleasant surprise to be able to gain something.
After Lin Yuan checked the batch of weapons, he asked Chen Bosong to carry them down.
These knives are still broken, but they are much better than before. In fact, sometimes Lin Yuan feels that people are degraded in some aspects, such as the forging technology of the bronze age. The toughness of the bronze swords unearthed in modern times can even be compared to weapons made by modern technology. It is more than a star and a half ahead of the European Middle Ages.
Many of the swords used by Europeans in the Middle Ages were directly made of pig iron, which would break with a little force.
This situation continued for a very long time.
However, the forging technology of bronze ware has not been passed down, and weapon forging has fallen into a bottleneck.
Lin Yuan picked up the long sword carefully crafted for him by the blacksmiths. The sword is not very practical on the battlefield, it is easy to break, and it is not easy to use. "luxury".
Since the craftsmen dare to send it to Lin Yuan, it proves that this is their most proud work.
Lin Yuan first picked up the long sword and weighed the weight, then raised the sword and chopped it towards the wooden table next to him. Press down.
The body of the sword bent, and it became more and more curved, and when it reached less than half of its original height, the sword broke.
"Let them try again." Lin Yuan said to Chen Bosong, "It can be better."
Chen Bosong's face was expressionless, and his heart was bleeding, such a good sword...
Lin Yuan sighed, he didn't see the regret in Chen Bosong's eyes: "Did Song Shizhao and Luo Ben?"
Chen Bosong: "It should be on the way."
Lin Yuan nodded and said, "When they come, I can relax."
At first, Lin Yuan was worried that Song Shizhao and Luo Ben would not deal with each other, but in fact, their relationship was not bad, which surprised Lin Yuan a little. After all, Song Shizhao was wary of even those who were not really talented and learned, let alone Luo Ben. Such a genuine person.
Although they weren't really close friends, they maintained a good relationship on the surface. I heard that they had a chance to chat and drink together. Song Shizhao pretended to be drunk and didn't pay for the drink. Luo Ben thought that Song Shizhao didn't bring any money for the treat, so he could only find someone to help him in the end.
Chen Baisong also knew how busy Lin Yuan was recently. Lin Yuan hardly had time to sleep. He accompanied Lin Yuan, and he also had black eye bags during this period.
Lin Yuan yawned. He felt that he should make up for some sleep, but his spirit was a little excited.
Lin Yuan said softly, "I don't know what happened to Ni Wenjun."
Ni Wenjun, who was far away in Hanyang, sneezed, and the advisor beside him was stunned for a moment, and quickly said with concern: "Last night there was a cool breeze, the general needs to take care of his health."
Ni Wenjun waved his hand. He was tall, with a tiger-backed waist, a Chinese-style face, big eyes, and a loyal look. He said to the people around him, "It's not a big problem, just a little cool breeze, what can I do?"
The advisor saw that there was nothing wrong with Ni Wenjun, so he was relieved.
Ni Wenjun asked, "How is the grain?"
The counselor said, "It's all ready."
Although there are a lot of old sesame and rotten millet, it is also considered food and can fill the stomach.
Ni Wenjun asked again, "Where's the weapon?"
There was a smile on the strategist's face. He has been busy with this recently. If a worker wants to benefit his work, he must first sharpen his tools. Although food and grass are a big deal, what can't a soldier eat? It is enough to eat and starve, but the weapons are different. He feels that he has done a good job, and he is proud of himself, and involuntarily brings it to his face: "There was a lot of wastage collected earlier, so my subordinates sent people to buy some. When they come back, they are all sharp, and they will surely make the soldiers go forward."
Ni Wenjun was about to praise him, but the servants outside the house reported, "General, Zhou Jianjun wants to see you."
The supervisor was the one sent by the emperor to monitor the barracks, but now that the government was under the control of Ni Wenjun, the supervisor naturally lost its original function.
"Zihao is here." Ni Wenjun showed a smile on his face, "Tell him to come in."
Zhou Zihao's famous name is Zhou Zheng, his words are proud, he looks like a scholar, and he looks like a modest gentleman. Ni Wenjun thinks he is the material for the emperor, and the ministers around the emperor are not all such scholars? Therefore, he has always treated Zhou Zihao with courtesy.
The advisor standing beside him saw Zhou Zihao and wanted to kick him out.
Those of them who followed Ni Wenjun wanted to get Ni Wenjun's blue eyes.
There is only one person Ni Wenjun, and the seats around him are a radish and a pit. These people are pursuing greater interests and occupying a place next to Ni Wenjun. In order to become the person Ni Wenjun values most, if you let them kill them Only those who work with them can climb up, and they will also raise butcher knives at each other.
Ni Wenjun himself was born as a fisherman and has no culture. Most of his advisors were monks halfway through, and there was no family inheritance, which made Zhou Zihao come to the fore.
But Zhou Zihao had a dark face as soon as he came in, and people could tell at a glance that he was not in a very happy mood.
Ni Wenjun was in a good mood and asked, "What's wrong with Zihao? Did something bad happen?"
Zhou Zihao snorted coldly, he has always been like this in front of Ni Wenjun, he knows that Ni Wenjun advocates literati style, so no matter whether he has this thing or not, it must be in front of Ni Wenjun, he said with a sleeve: "General Why don't you ask what absurd things Brother Wu has done? What is the great cause of setting up the general? Is it because the general is anxious, or does he want to assassinate the general!"
These words were too serious, and Mr. Wu blushed and said angrily: "You, you spit on you! You rely on the general's love, and you gossip! Tell right and wrong! General! Don't listen to this person's nonsense!"
Zhou Zihao turned around and said in a cold voice, "Brother Wu, boo! Zhou Xun doesn't want to be in the company of a jackal!"
"Hey." Ni Wenjun smoothed out, "What is this for? It's just a discussion, but it's even more tense than fighting. Didn't Zihao tell me last time that it's better to be in harmony with colleagues?"
Only then did Zhou Zihao regain his anger and calmly said to Ni Wenjun: "General, he replaced the fine grains with old grains in order to have enough food and grass. Someone reported this morning. Those old grains can be turned into ashes with a pinch of their hands. General, what kind of battle can a soldier eat if he eats this kind of food? Since ancient times, the soldiers and horses have moved first without food and grass, and without food and grass, how can soldiers and horses move?"
Ni Wenjun was stunned for a moment, then he turned to look at Mr. Wu: "Didn't you just say..."
Counselor Wu gritted his teeth: "Zhou Zheng! You are exaggerating. Although it is old grain, it will not turn into ashes. Now that we are fighting, where is the refined grain? If there is any refined grain, it would have been bought out by the big households long ago. I can't even feed the entire army!"
Ni Wenjun nodded: "It also makes sense, Zihao, the output in the field is not very good now..."
Zhou Zihao said to Ni Wenjun: "General, I know he must be cunning and sophistry, so I brought the grain he put in the granary here, you see."
He took out a small cloth bag from his arms. As soon as the cloth bag was opened, a musty smell came out, filling the room.
Even Ni Wenjun couldn't help but hold his breath, such a Chen Liang... How many years should he be Chen
Ni Wenjun also lived a hard life, but no matter how hard his life was, he had never eaten a pinch of chaff that would turn into ashes.
Zhou Zihao clenched his fists and exerted a little force, the chaff turned into ashes, and as soon as he let go, the ashes were scattered.
Slowly floated in the air, and then fell to the ground.
Ni Wenjun's face also darkened, he turned his head and asked the counselor: "This is what you gave to the general's soldiers? Your horses don't eat this, right? The soldiers are going to give their lives to the general, you To kill them!"
The counselor didn't dare to quibble any more, he hurriedly knelt down and said shiveringly: "General, the money is not enough! The weapons are made of fine iron. If you don't have weapons, how can you kill the enemy in battle? General! For you!"
Ni Wenjun also knows that the money is not enough. Although he can use a lot, what is the price of the weapon now
Weapons are too expensive, and food will naturally have to be lined up in the back.
Zhou Zihao sneered and said, "I knew what you said, Brother Wu, the great generals are talented and talented, and all people of insight in the world are willing to rely on the great general. A few days ago, a businessman asked me to come to my door, willing to send food to General, what's wrong? Brother Wu never thought of this? He still wants credit, so he doesn't care?"
Ni Wenjun: "Wait, you said that there are merchants who want to send food to General Ben?"
Zhou Zihao knelt down: "The general is destined to return! Even a businessman will naturally submit to the general."
Although he promised Jiang Guang that he would receive his food, he did not promise how much money he would give Jiang Guang.
He is a businessman, can he still fight with power
The author has something to say: Jiang Guang: What the hell! He actually wanted to trick me!
Fortunately, I must be bigger than him.