On this day, the huge Wanggong factory site was still bathed in the morning sun. The officials of the Ministry of Works Construction and Repairing the Qingguan Department had already arranged for craftsmen to clean up the factory area. The doctor, Lord Song Yingxing, was running around, full of excitement and sweating. Today is a great day for the emperor to inspect the military factory. As the person in charge, Song Yingxing naturally felt honored. He was afraid that something was wrong and was checking everywhere.

Before the emperor arrived, Bi Maokang, Minister of Works, Wang Zheng, Left Assistant Minister of Works, and Sun Yuanhua, Right Assistant Minister of War, had already rushed over. As soon as he saw Song Yingxing from afar, Bi Maokang asked loudly: "Chang Geng, are you ready? The emperor has already set out now and will arrive in less than half an hour."

Song Yingxing turned his head when he heard the sound, wiped the sweat from his face, and replied panting: "Mr. Bi, I called them up as soon as the sky was bright, but I didn't know if these little bastards were lazy. Isn't this a regular checkup? Otherwise, you, Lord Wang and Lord Sun will help me see everywhere to see if there are any mistakes."

Bi Maokang and the other two agreed in succession, then they dispersed and checked everywhere.

At this time, the newly built bluestone road had been spotlessly clean, and various building materials were stacked neatly. The path from the main road to the machining workshop had been paved with red carpets. Tens of thousands of craftsmen had returned to their respective construction sites under the supervision of the Jinyiwei. The entire factory area seemed neat and orderly.

The four of them checked for a while and found that there was no problem. Then they walked to the door and waited for the emperor's great command.

At the moment, a large number of Jinyiwei began to gather outside the factory, and then lined up in an orderly queue to enter the factory under the guidance of their respective thousand households, and arranged in sequence along the main roads in the factory. In less than a quarter of an hour, Jinyiwei was filled with Jinyiwei on both sides of the nine main roads.

At this time, the emperor's imperial guards were almost at the entrance of the factory, and the Jinyiwei who was opening the road in front began to enter the factory area. They did not stop and ran directly along the avenue to the machining workshop, and soon the machining workshop was leaking.

Since Zhu Cijing entered the factory, he felt like he was a different life. This scale and this road were too similar to the military factory he worked in his previous life. Only the factory was an ancient building with wood and stone structure. If the factory was replaced with a modern steel structure, it would be almost the same as in his previous life!

When he planned it, he subconsciously drew on the layout of later generations. Unexpectedly, this construction was so similar. Seeing the familiar scene, he couldn't help but sigh:

Modern people think that being an emperor is good, and being an emperor is good. I don’t know how many people dream of traveling through time one day and becoming an emperor, but they don’t know the hardships of being an emperor.

As an emperor, he had no freedom, no privacy, no room for activities, and had endless government affairs. He had to manage countless officials and always beware of traitors. He was pulled in a thread like a puppet in one day and was busy in the palace like a prisoner, even more tired than a prisoner!

Alas, everyone says the emperor is good, and that emperor has no worries. Zhu Cijing even missed his carefree life when he was an engineer in his previous life.

In an inexplicable feeling, he was surrounded by officials and entered the machining workshop. This was a large factory of nearly 10,000 square meters. The ground paved with bluestone slabs was neat and generous. The thick columns were arranged neatly, thick and orderly. Two brand new machine tools were placed not far from the door. At this time, steam was prepared, parts were clamped, and Zhu Cijiong pressed the button to start the machine.

The first batch of copper cylinders and copper air pipes were produced, all of which were prepared for subsequent machine tools. The copper cylinders and copper air pipes waiting to be processed were cast in sand and were cylindrical and cylindrical shapes. The copper air pipes need to be drilled in the middle first, and then wired at both ends; the copper air cylinders have both inner and outer walls that require smooth carriages.

Zhu Cijing first walked to the front of the drilling machine, and he quickly found the position of the air valve switch. At this time, Song Yingxing stood respectfully in front of the drilling machine waiting for him to turn on the machine.

He took a deep breath, dispelling his nostalgia for his previous life in his mind, and then resolutely pressed the air valve switch, and a "buzzing" sound, and the drill bit turned rapidly. Song Yingxing skillfully turned the handle of the pinion, and the drill bit slowly drilled into the copper rod.

This time I used a new high-carbon steel drill bit, which had a much higher hardness than before, so I didn’t have to change the drill bit in the middle, and it drilled through it at one time, which took less than a quarter of an hour.

It was the first time that Sun Chengzong and others next to them saw the power of machinery, and they were all stunned.

They didn't expect that the copper rod that usually takes three people to cooperate and work hard to drill through a day can drill through the copper rod that can only be drilled through for a day in less than a quarter of an hour on this strange machine. Moreover, Song Yingxing, who was operating on the side, did not have much effort at all. He just turned the handle of the gear easily!

After drilling through a copper rod, Song Yingxing skillfully closed the air valve, clamped the drilled copper rod to the work frame on one side with a clip, and then clamped a raw copper rod from the ground and went up to the drilling machine to continue processing. However, Zhu Cijing walked to the lathe and prepared to see the effect of the new lathe.

The person who operated the lathe this time was Wang Zheng, the left assistant minister of the Ministry of Works. When he saw Zhu Cijiu standing next to the air valve switch, he nodded respectfully. Zhu Cijiu did not talk too much, and directly opened the two air valve switches of the lathe one after another.

The cylindrical copper cylinder hair began to rotate rapidly. The most amazing thing was that it automatically leaned against the fixed tool opposite. Copper wires splashed, and the surface of the copper cylinder gradually became smoother. Sun Chengzong and others next to it were all looking at the boss with their mouths open.

This machine is so amazing that it doesn’t require anyone to do anything, and it can process parts automatically!

Of course, they don’t know the difference between fully automatic and semi-automatic. In fact, this lathe processing still requires people to clamp parts and adjust the tool position, and it cannot be fully automatic.

After the outer wall was finished, Wang Zheng closed the air valve and began to skillfully adjust the position of the tool. After the adjustment, he manually turned the gear and leaned the tool against the cylinder hair to try it. Then he opened the automatic drilling cylinder, and the inner wall of the cylinder began to slowly become smooth again.

Just as a group of people stared at two magical machine-processed parts, Zhu Cijiu suddenly remembered a long-lost voice in his mind:

"Dingdong, congratulations on playing the third survival mission. The rewards will be issued below, simple flintlock gun drawings."

Zhu Cijing felt a little dizzy again, and there was an extra set of drawings in his mind, which was the exploded diagram of the simple flintlock rifle.

Before he could check it out carefully, the system beauty's voice continued:

"Dingdong, please pay attention to the new task reminder.

Your fourth survival mission: Survive in this world for a year.

Mission Reward: Flintlock Grenade Drawings.”

Zhu Cijing was a little confused. He thought that the gun was followed by a cannon, but unexpectedly it was a grenade.

The beauty of the system did not give him time to think, and continued: "Friendly reminder: The Ming Dynasty is about to enter a period of rapid decline. Please be mentally prepared. Come on, come on! The prompt is over, I wish you a happy game."

Well, the beauty of the system teased him a rare word, but the content of this prompt is not funny at all. For Zhu Cijiu, this is simply bad news.
Chapter completed!