Chapter 67: It’s rare since ancient times

"I Fu Mingde bowed to the emperor..." Fu Mingde, the director of the arsenal, greeted the emperor with a puzzled look on his face. He didn't know what happened, so he called himself over.

"Fumingde, well, very well, what is the quality of your musket now?"

Fu Mingde's face turned pale unnaturally. Last time, on the school ground, those tragic situations of craftsmen who had tested the guns he made and blew up the craftsmen, Fu Mingde still remembers them vividly now.

"Report to the emperor, I now strictly supervise the quality of the craftsmen every day, and ensure that there is no problem at all. Please rest assured. If there is another problem, I will test-fire myself with a gun..." Fu Mingde also knew that the emperor's patience was limited and would never tolerate another blow-off situation. If so, I would definitely let myself test-fire with a gun. Of course, as the director of the arsenal, Fu Mingde would ask those craftsmen to test-fire first. To ensure that this situation would never happen.

"It's good if there is no quality problem. Today, I will introduce you to an inventor, a firearm expert, Bi Maokang, Bi Aiqing, who is now the minister in charge of musket production in the Ministry of Works. In the future, you should not produce the coercion gun. Hurry up and produce the flintlock gun invented by Bi Aiqing..."

"I obey the order." Fu Mingde replied carefully, "Producing new muskets? No problem, as long as it is not a quality problem, it will be fine.

"Bi Aiqing, your task is to quickly shape this flintlock rifle to facilitate large-scale manufacturing. You can understand the length of the flintlock rifle?"

"I understand, I obey the order." Bi Maokang replied respectfully.

"Well, that's great, Fu Mingde, I've given an order of ten thousand long spears and one thousand hand guns to the military battle. You will be responsible for making them within one year. Do you understand? I'll give you five taels and five cents of silver for each of this thing."

"I understand..." In fact, Fu Mingde didn't understand much. Why did the emperor's own military battle situation still use orders? What is the order? Fu Mingde was quite confused. He always had an imperial edict for the emperor. We started the military battle situation and took everything from the inner treasury. The emperor gave himself the price of five taels and five cents of silver per pole. Is it mean that he had to control the cost by himself? Because that's how it was. Fu Mingde thought so.

I thought that this gun was only four or five taels for production. Even if the quality requirements were stricter, it was only five taels at most. Now I had to add something with a flintlock. It was no different to see that the gun might be something like that. I guess it wouldn’t cost much money. If I counted this way, wouldn’t I make some money by myself? The emperor would have to set 11,000 shots at a time, which was really a big deal! Fu Mingde thought of this and felt that the emperor was really famous. He had to run by himself and was not allowed to eat more.

"Just understand, then go and do it quickly, the flint gun will stop immediately..." Yang Jing urged Fu Mingde to quickly produce flintlock guns, hoping to equip all the troops with flintlock guns immediately.

"Wait, there is another thing... This flintlock rifle is a confidential matter. How to make it, including drawings, designs, and technology, must be kept confidential. If there is any leakage, it should be used as a theory of banning Chinese language..." At the end of the sentence, it was already quite strict. Yang Jie suddenly remembered that there was no sense of confidentiality in this era, nor did he have any intellectual property rights. Later, Bi Maokang also published this book introducing the production of firearms, contributing his wisdom to mankind. Yang Jie can only say that people in this era are too pure, so let's give a confidential order first, so as not to promote their own technology everywhere. This is not good. Thinking about future generations, intellectual property rights have many tricked us Chinese. Now, it's Yang Jie's turn to wield the stick of intellectual property rights.

The group of people next to him suddenly felt a chill in their necks as they listened to the emperor's words, "Leaking the forbidden Chinese". This crime is really serious. If something really happens, the house will be confiscated and beheaded. They suddenly realized that they should not talk about this matter in front of others casually.

After Fu Mingde left, Bi Maokang also left and discussed the issue of making guns with Fu Mingde.

"Master Sun, today you have given me a great gift! Such a powerful tool will benefit the country and the people, and will be of great success for thousands of years! I have thanked Master Sun here." Yang Jie gave Sun Chengzong a hand, which was considered to thank Sun Chengzong.

"Your Majesty doesn't have to do this. I'm afraid and I don't dare to take it..." Sun Chengzong hurriedly bowed to the emperor and avoided the emperor's salute.

"Master Sun, you should receive this great gift, there is no need to be humble. I still look forward to Master Sun finding more talents for me."

"Your Majesty is serious..." Sun Chengzong had no choice but to follow the emperor's wishes.

"Your Majesty, the old minister has a question, I don't know whether to ask or not," asked Sun Chengzong.

"Master Sun just say anything about it."

"Report to Your Majesty, the old minister saw that the emperor had set two types of muskets, both lengths, and I wonder what the emperor planned?"

"Haha, Master Sun! That's right. I think this spear is for ordinary soldiers as a weapon to kill the enemy in the front. The handgun is for small flags, general flags, and hundreds of households. What does this kind of officer think is the difference between such a soldier and ordinary soldiers? " Yang Jing has seen a full range of war movies. Naturally, he knows that the officers are equipped with pistols and ordinary soldiers are equipped with spears. This is a trend in later generations. Now, we naturally have to configure this for our new army.

"Emperor is a great talent!" Sun Chengzong stroked his beard, thought for a while, and praised the emperor with a smile.

Yang Jingliu can only smile at this, after all, he copied it.

Yang Jie and Sun Chengzong walked around the school field, talking while walking, and talking about some recent situations.

"Master Sun, what happened to Yuan Chonghuan these days?" Yang Jingwei is very concerned about Yuan Chonghuan's current situation. This guy will not be afraid of being scolded by himself, right?

"Your Majesty, Yuan Ziru has been thinking about his mistakes at home all day today. Since he was taught a lesson by the emperor once, he has never been a monk. It is said that he has been thinking hard at home all day and regretting it."

"Oh, that's right! Yuan Chonghuan is still loyal. Unfortunately, he is just a little too impulsive in doing things. If you train them well, you can still stand alone..." Yang Jing did not want this historical celebrity to "disappear" like this, and hoped that he could help him achieve his career.

"What Your Majesty said is that Ziru lacks a view of the overall situation. This time, Your Majesty's strict lesson will surely allow him to gain something and grow up... The old minister is old and has no successors! Your Majesty must find a pillar of the country as soon as possible!" Sun Chengzong is almost seventy years old and is very old. If he hadn't been to support Chongzhen, he would have gone home to support him. However, birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of life and are inevitable. Therefore, there is a last word persuasion, advising the emperor to find talents that can replace him as soon as possible, otherwise, once he dies, the empire will be even more dangerous. Yang Jing was silent for a while, yes! Sun Chengzong is also old, and he is very old. Although his body is still strong,... Alas, "It has been rare in ancient times"! He is almost seventy years old...

When Yang Jing felt uncomfortable when he thought that Sun Chengzong was so old that he had to help him train the new army and support the situation of the Ming Dynasty. He also felt even more uncomfortable when he thought that the wild boar skin would enter the gate next year and that he would rely on such an old man who was almost seventy years old to help him overcome the difficulties.

What about young people? What about reliable young people? Where? Yang Jing thought of Yuan Chonghuan, this person still needs to be tempered, the young Wu Sangui, and he had to be wary of his possible rebellion. He thought of his new army and had just started training. Yang Jing was helpless and needed to work harder.
Chapter completed!