"Or, how can I have surplus money in the future! ... Wan'er, I will be rich in the future. What do you like to give you a gift?" Although Wan'er is a humble court lady, she is her own woman after all. She was very considerate to herself, but she didn't even give her the wedding. Zhu Youjian felt very sorry for Wan'er.
"Wan'er don't need it, as long as Wan'er can follow His Highness." Wan'er doesn't seem to have to think at all, she just opens her mouth, and there is satisfaction in her eyes. She seems to like her current life very much.
"Or, send me to you?" Only in front of Wan'er, Zhu Youjian can feel relaxed, without those heavy national responsibilities being weighed on his shoulders.
"His Royal Highness!" Wan'er was shy, with a slight tone of voice, but also angry and angry. The pink color quickly appeared on the pear-white face, and then spread down the chin and neck...
Zhu Youjian looked a little miserable, smiling silently, Wan'er lowered her head, as if to bury her face in the white shirt on her chest along with the burst of pink, and her little hands were uncomfortably glued to the hem of the shirt. .
"Well, Wan'er, there are only two of us, why are you shy? I'm hungry, let's have dinner!" Zhu Youjian also wanted to see Wan'er's shy look more, and his expressions of joy, anger, anger and shame , With that pink cheeks, it looks very charming. However, looking at Wan'er's absence, he couldn't bear to hang himself like this.
"Yes, Your Majesty. The slave and maid will prepare now. Your Royal Highness will come to the side hall!" Wan'er was not angry at all. Taking advantage of the opportunity, a gust of wind ran out, and the reddish face quickly disappeared from Zhu Youjian's sight. .
"Sit down and eat too, Wan'er." Looking at Wan'er standing next to the dining table, Zhu Youjian was very uncomfortable and unbearable. Wan'er was not an entertainment venue.
"His Royal Highness, let's eat first, the slave and maid are not hungry yet." As a court lady, Wan'er has received strict training, and she dare not take a step forward for the sake of honor and inferiority.
"Wan'er, I'm already your mate. Let's sit down and eat." Zhu Youjian didn't move his chopsticks either. He didn't want Wan'er to accompany him to eat. He just divided the people into three or six in the court. Nine classes are very disgusting, if you want to be equal, start from your side.
Wan'er lowered her head and crossed her hands in front of her lower abdomen. She didn't mean to sit down at all. Because she was afraid that Zhu Youzhen would urge her to sit down for dinner, she didn't dare to look at Zhu Youzhen. "No matter what you say, I haven't seen it or heard it anyway, and it's not that I don't listen to you." Waner thought to herself.
Zhu Youjian remembered Wan'er's education in the palace, knowing that it was in vain. In the past, he had watched too many court dramas, and he could think of it. If she continued speaking, even if Wan'er couldn’t pretend she couldn’t see or hear, she would only shake her head slightly, letting a strand of long hair on her cheek fly over. Under the dim light, there was a rejection sound in his mouth.
Taking advantage of the opportunity of Wan'er looking down at the embroidered shoes on her feet, Zhu Youzhen rushed up uncontrollably, put her arms around Wan'er's waist, and pressed Wan'er to his knees, "Wan'er, or else, just sit here and eat! "
"Your Majesty, quickly put it down. The slave-maid sits down by herself." Wan'er struggled desperately like a frightened deer that fell in the mouth of a tiger, but Chunguang didn't notice it from under the white shirt.
Zhu Youzhen put down Wan'er and asked her to sit down beside her, "Is it a long time ago, wouldn't it be nothing?"
"His Royal Highness is really bad!" Wan'er groaned lightly and gave Zhu Youjian a stern look. She blushed for a while before her body returned to calm. She stared at Zhu Youzhen, her face flushed again for no reason, this time she didn't avoid Zhu Youzhen's gaze, let this faintly flushed face release her tenderness to the full.
The early autumn of the capital was still sultry, and even in the morning, the wind was mixed with sultry and hot foul air. Zhu You inspected the imaginary power for a while, already sweating, took a shower again under the service of Wan'er, and then went to the Firearms Bureau as a guest.
With Liu Yifei's support, Zhu Youjian met with several unfamiliar craftsmen, and Liu Yifei introduced them to him one by one.
"This is Bi Maokang, the director of the matchlock gun." Following Liu Yifei's introduction, Zhu Youjian saw a dark-skinned
Middle-aged, but what Zhu Youjian didn't know was that the reason for his dark skin was not from the sun, but from gunpowder.
"Bi Maokang?" Zhu Youjian was taken aback. The name seemed a bit familiar, but he must have never seen it before. O, think of him as fire
Zhu Youjian, the manufacturing director of the rope gun, finally remembered. He seems to be the founder of the flintlock. It seems that he has not made the flintlock yet.
Fire the gun, I don't know how far the research is, maybe I can help him. Under Zhu Youjian’s repeated courtesy, Bi Mao
Kang Cai sat half of his ass on the bench.
"His Royal Highness knows Mr. Bi?" Liu Yifei asked curiously, seeing Zhu Youjian's weird expression.
"I don't know. Director Liu, please introduce me." Zhu Youjian also wanted to see what his origins are. Later generations, he only occasionally
Looking through the ancient scientific and technological achievements exhibition, it seems that I have seen Bi Maokang's name, and I don't remember the specific background. At that
In the ages, education about national conditions is common. Zhu Youjian used to study science and technology, and of course he must always understand the achievements of ancient science and technology.
"Mr. Bi is a native of Huizhou Prefecture in Nanzhili. He was a Jinshi in the 26th year of Wanli, and now he has the title of Yudu Yushi.
Manufacturing. Your Highness wants to understand matchlock, Mr. Bi is the most suitable person. "
"Take your gun out and have a look." It turned out to be a Jinshi, and his face didn't look the same. Zhu Youjian saw Bi Maokang, like a baby, happier than the firearms bureau made grenades and landmines.
Bi Maokang took out the gun he carried with him and handed it to Zhu Youjian with both hands. He did not understand why Zhu Youjian wanted them to bring the gun.
Why look at his gun.
Zhu Youjian saw a long fuse dragging behind the gun, but there was already a metal hook on the gun, one end fixed to the gun body.
"This is your best gun?" Zhu Youjian frowned subconsciously. It seemed that there was no shadow about the flintlock gun.
"This is the gun I just tested. It hasn't succeeded yet. His Royal Highness laughed." Bi Maokang tremblingly, in front of King Xin, he
Can't let go.
Zhu Youjian was disappointed that Bi Maokang did not develop the flintlock gun at all. In fact, they can’t be blamed completely.
Bureau, all the technical backbones are the manufacturing directors of each production unit. They are usually busy with the production of firearms and don’t have much time for them.
Bi Maokang is a civilian and has administrative work to do.
"This gun is a single shot, and the interval between firings is about 30 seconds. It is too slow to be able to form an independent battalion even if the army is deployed."
The inspector immediately pointed out the weakness of this gun, which made Liu Yifei, Bi Maokang and others shocked, dumbfounded, and even forgot to close their mouths.
Especially for Bi Maokang, if his gun has not been successfully developed, others will be able to see its weaknesses, and it is almost the same as what he thought.
What kind of person is this young believer
"I'll help you modify it, Bi Maokang, come over." Zhu Youjian ignored their surprise, and he guided Bi Maokang in
A strong spring is installed on the upper back of the hook, and an extremely hard flint is placed. When the trigger is pulled, the flint hits the iron block, resulting in
Spark, light the gunpowder. "The back rope should be removed, so the firing interval can be increased to 20 seconds, and the bullet speed will also be
Speed up, can increase the range. "
If you say that Bi Maokang and others were surprised just now, they are now shocked. The flint hits the iron block and ignites. This is a brand new point.
Fire way. This is not an improvement of the matchlock gun, but a brand new design. This young prince is even better than them
Experts who have studied matchlock guns in the Firearms Bureau for many years are also experts. However, Bi Maokang had no intention of knowing Zhu Youjian’s secret, the matchlock gun.
The research has encountered a bottleneck, and now we have finally seen the dawn. Excitedly, together with his colleagues, he kept making gestures on the gun, striving to
Eat thoroughly Zhu Yujian's technical guidance.
Seeing Bi Maokang’s excitement, Zhu Youjian believed that these Da Ming workaholics would definitely be able to study
Developed an epoch-making flintlock, allowing Daming's hot weapons to become independent as soon as possible.
Liu Yifei asked for instructions several times, but he was ignored by Zhu Youjian, Bi Maokang and others until he got Zhu Youjian himself.
I am embarrassed, "Director Bi, slowly research the technology, let's fill up my stomach first, but my stomach is all protesting."
Bi Maokang couldn't answer, and Liu Yifei hurriedly followed, "That is, that is, eat first, and study technology slowly." Then he
With a wave of his hand, let the handyman by the side serve quickly.
"His Royal Highness, if this gun is made, it will make Daming's matchlock take a big step forward. Moreover, if the matchlock is gone, it can't
Call it a matchlock again. "When Bi Maokang drank and ate food, he still maintained his excitement, and he couldn't forget the innovation of the matchlock gun.
"Then Director Bi, give it a name!" Zhu Youjian didn't want to fight for merit. After all, now he only has the principle and really wants to develop it successfully.
Bi Maokang and the others will definitely make arduous efforts.
"His Royal Highness, this gun was proposed by your Highness, and it should be named by your Highness." Bi Maokang didn't take it seriously either.
A man of fame and fortune, he is a workaholic, enthralled by research work, and enjoys the joy of success.
"Director Liu, look?" Zhu Youjian turned to Liu Yifei, hoping that Liu Yifei would persuade Bi Maokang. Zhu Youzhen doesn't care about his name either
The profitable person, his goal is to turn the tide for Daming.
"It's better to be named after His Highness! These new technologies are all proposed by His Highness." Liu Yifei did not understand Zhu Youjian's intention at all.
The picture, on the contrary, slapped Zhu Youzhen's flattery.
"Then I'll try it. This kind of gun fires from flint, which is a flint, which is the difference from a matchlock gun. It is
Led by Bi Maokang, it is called Bi's Flintlock. "Amidst the surprise of everyone again, Zhu Youzhen chuckled lightly: "However,
Director Bi, you have to build the gun first. Only after the development is successful, will there be a Bi's flintlock. "
"Thank you, Your Royal Highness Xin Wang. I will definitely spend my whole life contributing to the development of the Daming Match Rope." Bi Maokang sweated a lot.
It was to leave the table and bow down to the ground. Later, he really compiled the first book on firearms in Ming Dynasty, "Military Weapons Illustrated".
"Get up, Bi Maokang. This is the credit you deserve." Zhu Youzhen sighed secretly. This ancient man is too famous for his name.
Let the other person be grateful. This is still Bi Mao, who doesn’t care much about fame and wealth. If he is replaced by a scholar who pays more attention to fame... However, this