Chapter 65: Sows can also climb trees

"Then, how do you plan to sell this thing? How do you redeem the prize?" Yang Jingwei was actually quite clear about this kind of scratch prize. Back then, he had been pestering his parents to buy this kind of thing. Of course, most of them were "doing it again".

"Your Majesty, the lottery tickets like Caomin are quite simple, printed uniformly, with numbers, mark them on the back, cover them with thicker paper, and then use paste to the surrounding area. The lottery ticket is almost completed. Of course, you have to print some patterns, patterns and other things in front..."

When Yang Jie heard Li Laifu talk about his invention, he had to admire that the ancients were indeed very smart. He almost reproduced the scratch card. Although the technical level was not as good as that of later generations, there was no difference in the basic method.

"How much does this thing cost?"

"Your Majesty, the grass people can make five of them with a penny..."

"Two cents?"

"Your Majesty, yes, it only takes two cents to make it. If you print it in large quantities, you can get a little less..." Li Laifu replied with certainty.

"Well, it's right, Lai Fu, it seems that you have put in the effort to study this thing!" Yang Jingwei is very satisfied with Li Lai Fu now. What he lacks is the kind of person who is willing to make progress and study.

"The grass-roots people thank the emperor for praise..." Li Laifu was happy with tears in his eyes. It was not easy for him to study this thing. His hair turned white. It can be said that he had tried his best to suffer. He was not to show his face in front of the emperor and prove that he could accomplish things. Let the emperor know his value. Only then can he live a valuable life.

"In this way, Lai Fu, after you go back, make this kind of lottery more beautiful and the patterns on it are richer. You can print some flowers, plants, fish, insects, or mythical characters. Divide the marks into many types, and different marks will redeem different prizes..."

"Caomin wrote down..."

"If you are interested in this lottery, then you are responsible. Write a booklet first and think about how to make, sell, redeem prizes, how to prevent others from cheating, causing trouble, etc. After I have seen it, I can sell it. Do you understand?"

"The grass people understand, thank the emperor for the reward..." Li Laifu finally got an errand now. It was the one he gave to him personally. This day, there was hope. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed to thank him.

"Let's go, Da Pang, go to Master Sun." Yang Jing has been delaying Li Laifu for a long time. Although lottery is also very important, it is nothing compared to guns.

The training ground for the new army.

After everyone saw the ceremony.

Yang Jingxiong asked Sun Chengzong: "Master Sun, how have you been training these days?"

Sun Chengzong said: "Your Majesty, the training is pretty good, and some have already started musket training."

"Go and go and have a look."

"Yes, the emperor." After Sun Chengzong said that, he took the emperor to see the training.

Rows of students held a gun with a pole in sight, and did not move. The guns had a brick hanging on their heads, and their foreheads were covered with sweat. They put in a lot of hard work in the cold wind of spring. Many people's guns were up and down. When they were seen by the "coach", they immediately scolded them, whipped them up, and then the gun could not shake for a while.

"Haha, Master Sun, these students have worked very hard!"

"Your Majesty, yes! It's not harder now. When you go to the battlefield, you will shoot randomly. Wouldn't it be a big deal and lose your life? 'Sweat more often in normal times and bleed less during wartime'. The old minister will keep the words of the emperor in his heart at any time."

"Haha..." Yang Jingwei could only respond with a smile when he was praised by Sun Chengzong.

"By the way, Master Sun, how are these students eating?" Yang Jing has read a lot of time travel novels, which train the army. All of them are good food and enough fat to make you vomit.

"Your Majesty, don't worry about this. The food is not very good or bad. You can eat meat every day, but you will also mix some grains and other things."

"Why is this?"

"Your Majesty, having meat every day is to ensure that all the students have the strength to eat some mixed grains. In the future, they can better adapt to war on the battlefield. On the battlefield, they don't just eat whatever they want, and they basically eat whatever they have. Therefore, they must train them to eat mixed grains as early as possible now."

"Master Sun makes sense."

"The old minister has something to offer to the emperor." Sun Chengzong suddenly said this.

"Oh? Haha, what other good things do Master Sun want to give me? Let me see." Yang Jie really wanted to know what Sun Chengzong gave him. The things worth Sun Chengzong's recommendation must not be those messy things. Now, he doesn't have the energy to make those big power pills and Indian magic oil.

A school came over with a plate, covered with yellow satin. Wang Chengen walked over and uncovered the yellow cloth.

A short gun was exposed.

Yang Jie was surprised and said, "Master Sun, is this a pistol? Or a flintlock?" Yang Jie looked very familiar with this kind of thing. He had seen it there, but he never remembered that he had seen it specifically there.

"Your Majesty is that this object is a flintlock short gun, which can also be called a hand gun. It is named after the flint fire. It is much better than the combs used by our court. You can be afraid of rainy days... If you are equipped with a lot of equipment..." When Yang Jie heard this, Sun Chengzong's voice was also a little excited, which shows how much impact this gun has.

Yang Jing remembered that he had read Jin Yong and Jin Daxia's books before, and Wei Xiaobao seemed to have such a flintlock spear, which impressed Yang Jing. Wei Xiaobao was just in the early years of Kangxi and did not have much time left now. As for whether Jin Daxia was nonsense, Yang Jing was not sure.

Yang Jie picked up the hand gun and looked carefully. It was indeed a flintlock gun, without ignition rope. After installing the flint, Yang Jie was extremely excited and very happy. This thing is an epoch-making thing! Ah haha! The magic weapon, Yang Jie felt that God was helping him.

"Master Sun, is this thing from the West? I am going to imitate it and equip our dynasty, make it the main combat equipment of our dynasty, and replace the original combing gun. This thing can be called a divine object and an epoch-making object..." Yang Jing was so excited that he wished that there would be thousands of flintlock guns immediately. In this way, if the wild boar skin dared to hit him, he would give him a good look, so that he would lose so much that he didn't even have pants.

"Back to the emperor, this item did not come from the West. This item was made by my Ming Jinshi..." Sun Chengzong saw that the emperor thought this item was from the West, so he quickly clarified it.

"My Jinshi in the court? Master Sun, did I hear it right?" Yang Jingwei suspected that something was wrong with his ear. The Jinshi in the Ming Dynasty made this handgun. Yang Jingwei suddenly felt that the sow could also climb a tree.

"Haha, my master, this thing is made by the Jinshi of our dynasty. This person is called Bi Maokang, who is a Jinshi in the 26th year of Wanli. Today, the old minister is preparing to introduce him to Your Majesty..." Sun Chengzong's old face smiled again.

Seeing Sun Chengzong smiling, Yang Jie knew that this was a good thing, because Sun Chengzong had never laughed seriously, and it was not something to be happy about, and it was impossible to see him laugh.

"Is this really a matter? The flintlock pistol made by the Jinshi in my court?" Yang Jing was confused. Didn't it mean that the literati in the court looked down on those who made these things? Why did Jinshi do this? This fact is too strange. It is indeed strange that sows can climb trees. But then I think about it, Sun Chengzong, Xu Guangqi, and Sun Yuanhua later presided over making guns and cannons, and it seemed that it was not as pedantic as many books said.

Yang Jing was very happy and felt that today was his lucky day. Even if he was slaughtered by those ministers, it would be a good thing. Compared with this flintlock rifle, the hundreds of thousands of taels of silver are not worth mentioning.

"Let me introduce it quickly." Yang Jingwei was impatient. This was a great good thing, why did it come to him? Yang Jingwei didn't believe that his subordinates could still create this thing, a magical weapon!
Chapter completed!