Chapter 33: Quality must be guaranteed

In the first year of Chongzhen.

February 22.

Imperial City Schoolyard.

Today is destined to be an extraordinary day, and the school ground has changed its peaceful state in the past. The sound of "bang bang bang" muskets are firing continuously. It is Yang Jie's large-scale test fire of muskets.

The people who shot were the craftsmen who made muskets and those who were in charge of supervision. The people in the audience looked nervous, some were depressed, some even cried secretly, and some seemed relatively "peaceful". All kinds of strange expressions appeared on the school grounds in the imperial city.

The smoke of gunpowder was filled with strong and choking. The craftsmen and supervisors tried to shoot muskets with serious expressions. For those who exploded, someone immediately dragged them out. For those who had cracks and applied to automatically withdraw, there was no good mood. They used swords to escort them away.

Yang Jie had been standing motionless in the "stand" for a long time, watching the craftsmen and their supervisors test fire muskets. When he saw a musket explode, his expression became a little scary. The eunuch around him unconsciously stood away from Yang Jie for a few steps, afraid of hitting the emperor's volcano.

The smoke of gunpowder came. Yang Jie in the stands was choked and coughed a few times before he felt his body a little numb. He said to Wang Chengen beside him: "Big companion, come here, I feel that his legs are a little numb."

"Ah! Your Majesty, how did this happen..." Wang Chengen walked to Yang Jie in fear and concern, and hurriedly supported Yang Jie. Without taking good care of the emperor, Wang Chengen's responsibility is the greatest, and his concern comes from the heart.

"It's nothing, my friend, I've just stood there for a long time and I'm just a little numb. Just take a break." Yang Jing moved to the chair with the support of Wang Chengen, and it was better. Standing and sitting on the numb legs, Yang Jing, as an otaku, has a deep understanding of this. Naturally, he won't make a fuss about it.

Yang Gui also secretly complained that his health was too poor and he should find time to exercise his body. After standing like this for a while, he would be irritated.

Yang Jie sat for a while, and the smoke on the school ground gradually dissipated, and the "bang bang" sound of shooting had stopped. A young guard ran over and knelt on one knee, reporting: "Report to Your Majesty, all the muskets have been tested."

“How is the situation?”

"Report to Your Majesty, there are more than 30 muskets that exploded on the spot, and more than 100 handles of air leakage, cracks and other problems." The young general answered very simply. He expressed 100 support for the emperor's practice of asking producers and supervisors to test the weapons, because it might be possible that the weapons that exploded on the day would be their turn to use, so let those who made the production taste it first.

Yang Jing glanced at Fu Mingde who was slung on the ground. A nameless fire broke out in his heart. He wanted to kill someone. However, Yang Jing, an otaku who was born in New China and raised under the red flag and was influenced by nine years of compulsory education, still had a great psychological barrier to killing people. He also denied this impulse.

"Fu Mingde, what do you say about this?"

"I deserve to die, I am guilty! Please give me a death to me..." Fu Mingde was already completely disappointed at this time and only wanted to die. The rate of explosion was between 10% and 20%. Originally, according to the old tradition, these were excellent results, but the standards given by the emperor were even stricter. Therefore, Fu Mingde only wanted to die for this kind of achievement.

"I don't plan to kill you for the time being. Go back and think about what to do to improve the quantity and quality. Use your brain more... My patience is limited, this is the last chance." Yang Jingwei has decided to give Fu Mingde a chance, because Yang Jingwei is no longer available now. There is nothing to do! Moreover, Fu Mingde has experienced this test launch and will definitely be more sensitive to quality issues and will use his brain to solve the problem. This is what Yang Jingwei hopes.

"Woooo, I thank the emperor for not killing him. I will do everything possible to make high-quality muskets for the emperor. Woooo..." Fu Mingde cried in tears. He walked from the Hall of Hell, and then went from hell to heaven, with mixed sorrow and joy. The quality of the musket was seen from the bones. "Quality" was already like a soldering iron, engraved in the depths of the soul.

"Not only the quality of the musket, but also all weapons and objects that come out of you, you must keep in mind the word "quality". This is my advice to you and hope."

"Yes, my master, I must remember the word "quality" in my heart and never forget it." Fu Mingde stopped crying, his eyes were already clear, and he looked determined. After saying that, he used his head to hit the ground with a "bang" sound, and kowtowed a few times before he finished.

Yang Jie looked at Fu Mingde with a resolute look and knew that his future muskets and weapons would probably be of no problem. Thinking of this, he was in a better mood.

I saw a large group of craftsmen and eunuchs on the school ground. I guess after this test shot, I am afraid that these people will remember the "quality" in the depths of their souls.

"Let them all be separated. There are no craftsmen and supervisors with quality problems in muskets, and each person will be rewarded with two taels of silver." Yang Jing still plans to reward silver. It cannot affect everyone's enthusiasm because of the quality problems of some craftsmen.

The group of craftsmen heard that there were two taels of silver to take, and changed their nervousness and fear just now, and then fell to the ground and shouted long live.

"Let Gong Li, Gong Zhang and others come to see me." Yang Jie planned to meet the "experts" responsible for researching firearms.

"Yes, the emperor." Wang Chengen agreed.

After a while, Mr. Li, Mr. Zhang and others came to Yang Jingwei.

"The grass people... I long live my life to see my emperor." Several people kowtowed to pay their respects.

"Get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness." Several people all got up.

"You have also seen what happened today. I like the quality issue. I hope you will pay more attention to this quality issue when designing weapons in the future." Yang Jingwei first gave a warning. The purpose is to ensure the quality of weapons.

"The people of the grass follow the order." Everyone replied in conjunction.

"Well, have there been any new progress recently? Muskets, bird guns?" Yang Jing began to ask about the progress of muskets. In fact, muskets (match ropes) have not reached the "limit" at this time, such as upgrading to flintlocks, such as paper shell bullets, speeding up the loading speed, etc., and they still have great potential to dig. Of course, the current level of the serious copper shell bullets can't be achieved no matter what.

"Your Majesty, Cao Min and others are developing the technology that the emperor said to use paper shells to fix gunpowder and speed up the loading speed, which is already a bit obvious."

"Mr. Li, tell me quickly, is it done?" Yang Jing had an impression of the people in front of him, and there was also a man Zhang, and the others had no impression of him. So, when he saw Mr. Li's speech, Yang Jing called him his name.

Mr. Li was very happy. The emperor remembered his name. This was a great honor! He said with a hint of excitement: "Your Majesty, you have some clues. The people of the country have already made samples. After the test, we will report the good news to the emperor."

"Try it. Big companion"

"I am here, what is the emperor's order?" Wang Chengen responded.

"Get the paper shells made by Mr. Li and others." Yang Jie couldn't wait.

"Yes, the emperor."

After a while, a young eunuch sent the sample. It was almost the same as the firecrackers that Yang Jing had seen before. They were slightly larger and wrapped in red paper and covered in yellow paper. At first glance, they almost thought it was a firecracker.

"Is this a fixed-packing paper shell?" Yang Jie asked.

"Your Majesty, yes."

"Try it."

"Yes, the emperor, the grass-roots follow the order." After saying that, Mr. Li took out a paper shell bullet and carefully tore the paper seal of the paper shell bullet to reveal the granular gunpowder inside. Mr. Li said again: "My emperor, this is the made paper shell bullet. When using it, break the paper shell bullet and then aim it at the barrel of the musket, so that the gunpowder can be poured directly into the musket, which can save a lot of time..."

"Oh? That's it! Then try it quickly. Big companion." Yang Jie understood it. When using it, he pulled off one end of the "firecracker" and poured the gunpowder from the "firecracker" into the barrel of the musket. Because the gunpowder in the "firecracker" is quantitative and granular, the speed of filling the gunpowder with a gunpowder pot is much higher. Of course, it is incomparable to the real bullets in later generations.
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