Chapter 66: The weapon

"My me, Bi Maokang meets the emperor, long live my emperor."

Wearing a beam crown and a breeze dress, she is old and in good spirits. Yang Jingwei's first impression is about fifty or sixty years old.

"You are Bi Maokang?"

"Your Masahim, I am Bi Maokang."

"Okay! OK! OK!" Yang Jie shouted three times in a row, so he was so excited.

"Did you make this flintlock gun?"

"It is the emperor who is the one who is the one who is responsible for it."

"Okay! OK! OK!" Yang Jingwei was extremely excited and didn't know what to say. The reason was that this flintlock rifle was so a bit awesome, an epoch-making thing! With him, Yang Jingwei was no longer afraid that the wild boar skin would enter the customs. Instead, he was looking forward to it, to see how the wild boar skin was abused by himself after entering the customs.

"Reward..." Yang Jingwei was very excited and didn't know what to say, so he said a reward. After thinking about it, he asked again: "Bi Maokang, what position do you hold now?"

"Your Majesty, I am currently the right assistant censor..."

The Right Censor Censor? Yang Jing didn't understand what kind of official this is, but the Censor was probably an official like a censor. He said at the moment: "You are a talented person, don't be a censor anymore, go..." Yang Jing wanted to go to the Ministry of War to be a deputy minister, or something, and be responsible for weapons research and development, manufacturing, and he could also set up a weapon research and development department, or even open a weapon company to make money by selling various weapons. This is his future financial opportunity! I didn't see that the United States sold weapons so happily later? It's worth paying attention, but Yang Jing didn't know whether the weapon manufacturing is now under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of War. There is still a military battle in his inner court, which is under the management of the inner court.

"This, this, reward 10,000 taels of silver... rewarded thousands of households of Jinyiwei, this..." Yang Jie was a little incoherent, ordering rewards like ordering dishes.

Bi Maokang was about to thank him, and the emperor's reward came again. Today he won the prize of 10,000 taels of silver and a title of Qianhu, the Jinyiwei, which is not bad. The most important thing is that the emperor took a fancy to him. He was originally a fourth-rank official. After a little promotion, he went to the third-rank rank. If he was above the third-rank, he would be a minister of the court, and if he came out, he would be a senior official in the area. It was a world of difference from the fourth-rank. That was the goal that many people fought for!

"Maokang, of these 10,000 taels, of which I reward you, and the other 5,000 taels are my patent rights. If you invent this flintlock rifle, it will benefit the country and make a fortune for thousands of years. You should reward you. This is what I call patent. In the future, you can make ten cents of profits for every flintlock rifle made in the future... Well, don't refuse. The ancients said that buying horse bones for a thousand gold coins is also like me. I want to prove that I am talented by my words and deeds. As long as I make contributions to the country, I will never be stingy. I have fame and fortune, and I will not lack everything..." Yang Jing was very happy and said a lot. When Bi Maokang was about to refuse, he made a statement to stop him and implemented his "patent plan". Let the people of the Ming Dynasty know that inventing things can make money. Promote the changes of the world

"Master Sun, what rank Maokang is now?"

"Your Maohang and Bi Menghou are now the right assistant censor, and are the fourth rank of official positions." Sun Chengzong replied.

"Meng Hou? Is this a word? Well, very good, then who should take care of these ordnance and musket manufacturing now?... By the way, I remember that Meng Hou seemed to be a Jinshi, right?"

"I have reported to the emperor that the military manufacturing is under the Ministry of Works, and there is still a part of the inner court. Meng Hou is the name Maokang. The emperor remembers correctly. Meng Hou was born as a Jinshi..." Sun Chengzong answered the emperor one by one. He thought the emperor was too young and didn't understand these things very well. In fact, Chongzhen originally understood, but now he doesn't understand this very much.

"Jinshi? Well, very good, then I'll be the Minister of Works first. I'll be in charge of the manufacturing of weapons, weapon development, especially muskets and flintlocks... I must be produced in large quantities as soon as possible..."

Yang Jing was afraid that he would be opposed by all officials and cause unnecessary trouble. Although he could force himself to pass, it would be of no benefit to the development of his own people. Others would look at him differently and exclude him. Therefore, after hearing that Bi Maokang was a Jinshi, he was not afraid. He would be promoted to a Jinshi or a fourth-rank censor, and no one could say anything, even if he had no credit. A censor was born to be a senior official.

Bi Maokang was lucky today, and got 10,000 taels of silver and a patent. In the future, he could charge ten cents for each flintlock rifle, and received a reward of a thousand households of the Jinyiwei, and was promoted. He had good luck from a fourth-rank official to a third-rank official. The most important thing is that the emperor remembered himself and appreciated himself, Bi Maokang felt so comfortable.

Yang Jing couldn't wait to equip the flintlock rifle as soon as possible.

"Bi Aiqing, after returning, I will step up the development of this flintlock rifle. I need a lot of equipment. Do you understand?"

"I follow the order, I understand."

After the reward was finished, Yang Jingwei decided to try the gun.

"Bi Aiqing, can you demonstrate this gun? "

"Yes, your majesty, please wait, I will test the shooting now."

After Yang Jing finished rewarding, he remembered that this thing had not been tried yet. If it was fake, wouldn’t it hurt your feelings? A waste of expression?

Bi Maokang skillfully picked up the hand gun, pulled open the brocade bag, poured out the lead from it, then poured some gunpowder from the medicine pot into the barrel, and then poured the lead into the barrel and stuffed it firmly with a strip. Then he said respectfully: "Your Majesty, you are ready. Is it a test shot?"

"Well, then give it a try."

Bi Maokang took the musket and walked a little further. He held the gun in one hand, aimed at a target in the distance, pulled the trigger, and with a loud "bang", the musket was successfully fired. The lead penetrated the target and flew up a few pieces of wood chips.

Yang Jie saw it and applauded.

Yes, it was not fired with flint, it was fired with flint firing powder.

"Yes, Bi Aiqing, your flintlock gun is really sharp! How long is the range?" Yang Jingwei is very concerned about this.

"Report to Your Majesty, the range of this hand gun is fifty steps, and within fifty steps, it can penetrate cotton armor. If you use a long musket, it will be even more powerful. It can still penetrate cotton armor even more far away from one hundred and twenty steps." Bi Maokang was also very good at this musket. He said it very well.

"Okay! OK! OK! It's really a good thing, sharp enough. This kind of flintlock rifle does not need to be ignited. It's really quick and convenient! The shooting will definitely be more accurate...good thing!" Yang Jing couldn't help but praise this thing again and again. This thing came too timely. He was also planning to buy a Western flintlock rifle. At least he had to send someone to Macau. This time is too slow. He didn't have time to wait for that long. The wild boar skin will enter the pass next year. He trained a new recruit, and he also needed to be familiar with weapons, apply weapons, and practiced. The time was very tight. He wanted to train a farmer into a new recruit. Three months and half a year were enough. It would be impossible to train a new recruit into a mature soldier and a killing machine without a year or two, and it would be impossible to go through the test of blood and fire.

What Yang Jing lacks now is time.

"Big partner, hurry up and tell Fu Mingde to come here. I have something important to do, so ask him to come here quickly." Yang Jie remembered that he wanted to change and produce such an epoch-making weapon quickly. He remembered Fu Mingde, the director of his arsenal.

"Yes, my master, I will go now." Wang Chengen agreed to Yang Jingwei, turned around and found someone to spread Fu Mingde. The eunuch in the military battle.

Yang Jing rubbed his hands excitedly. Today was a lucky day. Not only did he get a flintlock, but he also got an inventor. What made Yang Jing even more incredible was that this person was a Jinshi and a high-ranking official in the court. This made Yang Jing feel even more confusing about the history of the late Ming Dynasty.

There are all kinds of people. Christian Jinshi, Shangshu; Jinshi, senior censor who improved muskets; Jinshi and imperial sirens who newly formed the chariot camp. To be honest, the elite class at the end of the Ming Dynasty did not seem to be the kind of pedanticism mentioned in history. It can be said that it was a hodgepodge era, which represented the representatives of progress and ascending power; there were also historical figures who represented backward and ignorant. This is further heaven, and one step back is hell! At the intersection of hell and heaven, the Ming Dynasty chose hell. Then there was the history of ignorance in China for hundreds of years.

Yang Jie felt mixed feelings and felt uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!