Chapter 342: A protective artifact, a giant step for mankind
In the forbidden area, Jiang Qingzhi was carefully working on his own protective weapon.
The key to a flintlock rifle lies in the flintlock device. If it is not processed well enough, it is easy to fire blanks.
Imagine, on a dark and windy night, with several assassins surrounding you, but firing your flintlock rifle repeatedly is useless...
Jiang Qingzhi wiped the sweat from his forehead, touched the head of the blow, and felt that it was almost done.
He installed the flint, clamped the lower end of the flintlock in a vise, and pulled up...
Bang!
The homemade spring actually straightened.
What the hell!
Jiang Qingzhi looked up at the sky in silence.
He pondered for a long time, and suddenly slapped his forehead, "The spring is not good, then I will fix the shrapnel!"
Jiang Qingzhi went to the Ministry of Industry and asked, "Is your Minister here?"
"Yes." Menzi was impressed by this uncle who used a biogas digester to evacuate 30% of the officials in the Ministry of Works.
"Old Jiang!" The door of the duty room of Minister of Works Jiang Hua was open, and Jiang Qingzhi walked in.
"Chang Wei Bo." Jiang Hua was talking to an official. When he saw him come in, he said a few more words. The official then took his leave and turned around to look at Jiang Qingzhi a few more times.
"This guy is as black as charcoal. Where did he come from?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
Jiang Hua said, "Xu Dong came from the south and traveled all over the south during the summer. He said that his old clothes were no longer wearable."
Jiang Qingzhi stood in awe, "These are the pillars of the country."
"Yes!"
The two of them expressed their feelings for a while, and Jiang Hua said, "Is there anything that Chang Wei Bo needs? If not, I will not keep you here."
"There's something. I want to get a piece of steel here. It has to be tough, that is, elastic, and the force has to be controllable..."
"It's just a trivial matter." Jiang Hua was angry, "Is this why you are harassing me?"
"It's just a trivial matter?" Jiang Qingzhi was also angry.
"Come here." Jiang Hua called a clerk, "Take Chang Wei Bo to get something and give it to him today."
What the hell!
Jiang Qingzhi said, "Old Jiang, this is what you said. If I can't come out today, I will go to your house for dinner."
"Go away quickly!" Jiang Hua was busy and waved his hand to send the guest away.
"Uncle please."
The clerk took Jiang Qingzhi to a workshop, found the manager, and told him his request.
"It's a small matter!" said the steward.
"Your minister said it has to be done today." Jiang Qingzhi was a little impatient to see the power of the flintlock rifle. "I won't make it difficult for you. Is three hours enough?"
"Don't worry, sir." The steward waved with a smile, "Cao Tian, Cao Tian!"
An old craftsman came over and told the manager what Jiang Qingzhi wanted. The old craftsman asked, "Will half an hour be enough?"
The steward looked at Jiang Qingzhi, "Uncle..."
Jiang Qingzhi was stunned for a moment. "Enough."
Cao Tian went to his workstation, found a thick piece of steel, heated it red, hammered it, and then cut it off. The remaining small piece kept changing shape under his hammering.
In less than half an hour, a piece of shrapnel was completed.
Cao Tian clamped the shrapnel and fiddled with the top of it with pliers.
Shrapnel bounces back and forth...
Hey!
Jiang Qingzhi felt that he had underestimated the Ming Dynasty craftsmen.
After returning to the forbidden area, Jiang Qingzhi assembled the flintlock and then put it back together with the barrel.
A homemade flintlock pistol appeared.
Gunpowder was carefully crafted by Jiang Qingzhi, and he felt that it was at least one era ahead, or even several eras ahead.
This is even more true for the flintlock... The first thing that appeared in the West was the smoothbore musket, which was ignited by a matchlock.
The difference between a rifled musket and an unrifled musket is equivalent to that between humans and monkeys.
Moreover, the ammunition was different. Jiang Qingzhi developed the Minié bullet, which was perfectly combined with the rifled flintlock rifle, increasing the range and accuracy by several levels.
When the Ming army marched forward with rifled flintlock muskets and fired volleys to the sound of drums...
"Damn it! Line up and be shot!" Jiang Qingzhi felt his blood boiling and he wished he could immediately build a fleet and go out to the western countries at that moment.
——Open the door, free trade!
Bite open the small cylindrical paper bag and pour some gunpowder into the powder pool, which is equivalent to the function of a fuse.
Pour the remaining gunpowder in the small paper bag into the barrel from the front, then load the Minié bullet, and finally poke it solid with an iron rod.
Jiang Qingzhi raised his gun and aimed at the target in front of him with one eye.
He muttered, "This is a big step for mankind..."
Pull the trigger!
Bah!
Gun smoke rushed out of the muzzle. Jiang Qingzhi squinted his eyes, looked at the hole to the right of the red dot on the target in front of him, and punched hard!
"I am a genius!"
What a sharpshooter!
In his previous life in South America, Jiang Qing had played with almost every kind of gun. Although he couldn't really shoot whatever he pointed at, his marksmanship was outstanding.
He reloaded the gun and stabbed it firmly.
Fire!
Bah!
This time the shot hit the bull's eye.
Bah!
Bah!
Bah!
Outside the forbidden area, Sun Chonglou muttered, "What treasure is the young master doing again? I don't care. Hey! Who is this? Stay away!"
A maid holding a copper basin smiled and then walked away.
"Miss!"
Li Tian has his own director's room, where he usually looks at the account books or convenes people for discussions.
The maid brought in a copper basin. Li Tian put down the brush, washed his hands, and said to Huang Yaner, "Go to the front yard and tell Fucheng that the daily income of Xianglu will be calculated and stored separately."
"Yes."
Li Tian took the cloth and wiped her hands. The maid smiled and said, "I passed by the forbidden area earlier and saw Sun Chonglou eating a cake there. He looked very fierce."
"My husband hasn't come out yet?" Li Tian wondered, thinking that Jiang Qingzhi had been soaking in there since he came home and hadn't even had lunch.
Jiang Qingzhi had a lot of fun playing in the forbidden area, until the barrel of the gun became a little hot, and then he reluctantly dismantled the gun and put it away. He carefully checked every part and found that the wear and tear was minimal.
In order to equip the Ming army on a large scale, it must be easy to produce.
Many parts still need to be simplified or modified.
Jiang Qingzhi greased the flintlock pistol, loaded it with gunpowder and a Minié bullet, and put the pistol on his waist. He felt a little uncomfortable, so he tried to put it in his socks. He felt uncomfortable after walking a few steps...
Jiang Qingzhi hurried to find his wife, "Wife, help me get a bag."
"What bag?"
Jiang Qingzhi gestured for a while and then simply drew it.
This is a leather gun bag with a leather strap, which is worn diagonally across the shoulder and the gun bag is just below the waist and ribs.
"Simple." Li Tian took a look and said, "It will be ready tomorrow."
"it is good."
Only then did Jiang Qingzhi feel his stomach was empty.
He couldn't wait for the kitchen to prepare the meal, so he went to the study.
Although there are a lot more things in the space, compared with the huge space, the supplies are still too little and it looks empty.
Jiang Qingzhi had a simple lunch of canned fish, chocolate, and a few bags of toast.
As for compressed biscuits, he really had no interest in them at all.
This product of the later food industry brought tears to Jiang Qingzhi's eyes.
“This junk food is so delicious!”
After a late lunch, Xu Wei asked for a meeting.
Jiang Qingzhi knew why he came and went to the study.
"My Lord, the Yulin Left Guard is ready to make a move, so we should strike first." Xu Wei said.
"What do you think, Old Hu?" Jiang Qingzhi called the generals, and Hu Zongxian thought for a moment, "If we take action now, the Beijing Guards will inevitably feel grief over the loss of the rabbits and the foxes, and the outside world will also be quite sympathetic. Before leaving, the master left behind comments of inferiority and dereliction of duty, but are you going to force the dog to jump over the wall?"
Old Hu is indeed Old Hu, his overall view is perfect... Jiang Qingzhi secretly praised in his heart and nodded: "That's right."
"Why do this? Just slap him to death with a slap, suppress all the guards with the force of thunder and lightning, and restore the reputation of Mohism." What Xu Wei liked most about Mohism was that they did not drag their feet. If they said they would kill your whole family, they would definitely kill no one less.
Jiang Qingzhi said: "This is not a dispute between schools of thought."
"What Uncle meant was..."
Jiang Qingzhi said seriously: "The interests of the Ming Dynasty are higher than the interests of our Mohist School. This is our first principle in dealing with things."
Hu Zongxian sighed, "Then I feel relieved."
Xu Wei looked at him, "What were you worried about?"
Hu Zongxian said: "Party strife!"
The word "Party Struggle" contains countless blood and tears. The party struggles in the Han Dynasty, the pre-Tang Dynasty, and the pre-Song Dynasty even beat people's brains into dog brains...
Hu Zongxian was impressed and said, "Your Excellency's action is truly noble and upright, but I am worried that the wind will not stop even if the tree wants to be still."
"Then beat their brains into dog brains!" Jiang Qingzhi said contemptuously: "I never believe that party struggles are for the country. Human nature is selfish and greedy. They are just using party struggles as an excuse to make profits for small groups."
"What about the Yulin Zuowei..." Xu Wei said.
"Let the bullets fly for a while!"
Jiang Qingzhi stood up, touched the pistol at his waist, and felt safe for the first time since traveling to this era.
It’s a pity that Mr. Ding is not helpful enough, at least an AK would be a good reward!
Thinking of the scene of himself sweeping across the city with a guerrilla warfare weapon on his shoulder and a cigarette in his mouth, Jiang Qingzhi actually couldn't wait to go outside the city to take a look.
……
Since the vacant land outside the city was returned to Jiang Qing, he has only visited it once.
It's a very large piece of land, but the soil is very bad.
Mo Zhan dismounted and took a look, then said, "Master, this land cannot be cultivated."
"I didn't expect to be able to farm."
Jiang Qingzhi stamped his feet and felt it was quite hard, which made him more satisfied.
He pointed to the land and said, "It won't be long before this place becomes bustling with activity."
When returning to the city, Jiang Qingzhi was thinking about where to recruit some talents.
Mohism is based on craftsmanship, and craftsmen are the top priority.
I still have to get close to Jiang Hua to pave the way for the future.
"Uncle!"
Mo Zhan reminded: "It's Chen Zhan."
Several men dressed as scholars were riding horses towards the front, and Chen Zhan was among them.
Sun Bu Tong narrowed his eyes, "Master, the two people in front of Chen Zhan, the one on the left is called Yang Qing, and the one on the right is Han Yu. These two are both famous scholars in the capital."
"It's Jiang Qingzhi!" Chen Zhan also saw Jiang Qingzhi and his group.
The two sides slowly approached each other, but neither gave in.
He stopped only when he could almost see the pores on the other person's face.
"Long Wilbur!" Han Yu fanned herself and smiled, "It's a nice day, isn't it?"
"Han Yu!" Jiang Qingzhi said calmly, "How dare a rat hiding behind others dare to block my way?"
Han Yu didn't expect Jiang Qingzhi to not flatter him at all. His face turned cold, "Chang Wei Bo... what if I don't let you?"
"The road leads to the sky, each of us goes our own way!" Yang Qing sneered.
Chen Zhan stared at Jiang Qingzhi, shouting in his heart, "Kill him, kill him, and avenge Fang Zhuo!"
Mo Zhan on the opposite side suddenly stared at him, holding the hilt of the knife.
Chen Zhan's heart tightened, and he took a deep breath, suppressing his murderous intent. But he sneered at Jiang Qingzhi, "This is an official road, why do you want us to give way?"
"I have urgent military business!" Jiang Qingzhi said calmly, "Get out within ten breaths!"
Han Yu was furious. "How can you be in military service when you are wearing plain clothes?"
"One, two, three, four, five, six..." Sun Chonglou suddenly sped up.
Yang Qing gritted his teeth, "Make way!"
(End of this chapter)
