Chapter 20 The teacher died early

Sometimes, too many roads may not be a good thing! Zhu Dapeng's soul in the 21st century has read many overview novels, but he is difficult when choosing an imitation object. However, with the report of Old Su Shi, this problem was immediately solved.

"Governor, Governor, the price of pig iron has increased again!" The old man's face was blue and black, as if he had been snatched a coffin book. "I had 80 cents a pound the day before yesterday, but it was 100 cents today. According to the Blacksmith Sun of our camp, it seems that this situation will increase in a few days!"

"How many? One hundred liters?" Zhu Dapeng was immediately shocked when he heard this. The time for the two souls to merge was not short. The "human spirit" like Mr. Su and Sun Sanshiyi were standing beside him, but the "human spirit" was no longer the rookie who traveled through time. As far as he knew, although the banknotes of the Great Yuan Dynasty could only be used to wipe their butts, the copper coins were always strong among the people. Whether they were cast in the Song Dynasty, Khitan or Jurchen, as long as they were of sufficient quality and weight, they would be secretly used by the people as currency. Although they were in chaos, a hundred liters of copper coins could also be bought in the market for two dou of rice. For exchange for cast iron, they were just a small black lump. Those vendors who secretly sold iron materials to Xuzhou City were really unscrupulous!

"Or why should we secretly send a few people to the East Market tonight?" Mr. Su was not very respectful in front of Zhu Dapeng, but he was definitely not a kind person. Seeing that his governor was also angry by the black-hearted vendors, he changed his face and quietly took a step forward and made a gesture of slashing people in a hoarse voice.

"No, who dares to transport things to Xuzhou again in the future?" Zhu Dapeng immediately glared at him fiercely and scolded loudly. "Don't mention this again, and don't do it secretly on my back. If the chief manager finds out, no one can save you!"

"Yes! Alas--!" After thinking about the various measures to relieve the people after Sesame Li entered the city, Mr. Su finally stopped his mind of killing people and robbing money. This breaks the rules and is really a bastard. I used to be a small archer and can still grab things at will. Now I have become the chief of the Left Army, and I have to pay for buying things! If I had known this, why would I have committed a rebellion with Sesame Li? I was so confused.

"See what else can be sold at the mansion at a price? If so, buy it!" Zhu Dapeng thought for a while and continued to give orders.

"Yes! Alas--!" Mr. Su agreed and continued to sigh. Other housekeepers were desperately trying to get money back for the head of the family, but he was the housekeeper. In just a few days, in order to raise the big-bellied ghosts of Zuo Jun, he "throwed out" more than ten pieces of calligraphy, painting and antiques. And so far, he couldn't even smash a bubble.

"If we lose the battle, the thing stays in the mansion and is finally captured by someone else. Why not sell it now!" Knowing that the old guy is also for his own good, Zhu Dapeng thought about it again and whispered to the point. "If we can really fight, there are so many holes in the world and so many Daluhuachi, you are still worried that you can't copy it better? Now grit your teeth, sooner or later, we will get all the money and profits!"

"Well! Now we can confiscate our own homes, and we can confiscate other people's homes in the future!" Mr. Su immediately turned his worries into joy, and swung his fists vigorously. Then, he lowered his voice a little, and buzzed like a mosquito, "Is there a suggestion that I don't know if it should be said or not?"

"Say!" Although Zhu Dapeng refused to give advice, he never nodded and responded in a low voice because of his words.

Mr. Su looked around and continued to whisper, "Iron material is so expensive, why are you equipping the brothers with Park Knife?! There is an iron that can hit a Park Knife, and you can hit three spearheads. The spear pole is not expensive. The wood all over the mountains outside Xuzhou City can be cut down and you can break a dozen!"

"That's so simple?" Zhu Dapeng's eyes lit up slightly. This time he did not refuse his suggestions, but he still asked about the detailed manufacturing process carefully!

"It's very simple!" Mr. Su was greatly encouraged, and he didn't care about being stabbed in the back by his brothers. He gestured in the air with his fingers, "Anyway, isn't it just stabbing someone? You don't have to do it too exquisitely! Just smash a pointed tip and put it on the wooden pole. If you still want to save money, you don't even need an iron cover. If you smash the other end into the wood, just insert it directly into the wood! Using this method, within half a month, I guarantee that our left soldier will have one!"

"Uh!" Zhu Dapeng burped, thought for a while, and sighed sadly. No matter how grand the ideal is, it needs to give way to reality. Although he can't find a suitable flower gun coach at the moment, nor do he know the specific details of the spear right-sting technique. However, the price advantage of this spear forced him to nod!

Decades later, people in the Taiping era studied the war history of the Red Turban Army, and no matter what, they could not understand why there was a famous army with a hundred battles, and more than 80% of the equipment was spears? The conclusions were strange and unconsisting. In desperation, they had to find Mr. Su, who had passed the age of ninety, and asked. The old man who blushed for only a few times in his life, turned red again. After hesitating for a long time, he said two words in a mosquito-like voice: "Cheap!"

"It's cheap, and it's definitely affordable." This is the most direct answer to the spear becoming the first choice for weapons. Immediately, the two made a decision. From then on, Zuo Jun only built a spear himself and never made any swords. But in private, Zhu Dapeng paid out of his own pocket and quietly put the development of firearms on the agenda.

As a time traveler in the soul, even if he lacks historical knowledge, he knows that hot weapons are the mainstream in hundreds of years. No matter how skilled his martial arts are, they are not as good as a bullet for a rifle. So he has to take the lead no matter what, even if he defeats the entire Left Governor's Office, he will do whatever he wants!

According to the remaining historical knowledge in his mind, the place where Wu was surnamed Wu was in the early Ming Dynasty and the end of the Yuan Dynasty, he was in. In this way, the technical development level of the two should be very close. People with surnamed Wu created a fixed-mounted flintlock rifle like playing. No matter how bad his level of surnamed Zhu was, in theory, it should be much different if he got a coercion, right?!

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, he began to organize his blacksmiths to solve the problem of creating a bullet. As a result, reality is always more skinny than ideals. When he really started to do it, he realized that the gap between the two was simply one in the sky and one in the ground.

The most critical technique to build a clamp gun is to make a barrel. The simplest way to make a barrel is to first create a cooked iron stick and then drill it bit by bit with a diamond drill! But how to ensure that the thickness of the iron stick is even, how to ensure that the drilling hole is straight and smooth, and the width and width of the front and back are consistent, but at least involves three subjects: physics, metal craftsmanship and geometric measurement. Unfortunately, none of these three items belongs to the proficiency of Zhu Dapeng, the previous life otaku.

"The physics teacher died so early-!" Holding his hot head, Zhu Dapeng lay in the newly built barracks, feeling in pain. If he had known that he needed a fire-making machine, he would have learned the physics class in high school. There were also the metal craftsmanship in the first grade of college and the three-dimensional geometry in the second grade of high school. Oh my God, why did these teachers die young?!

After that, almost every night, one or two strange laments would be heard in the camp. Either the physics teacher died, or the geometry teacher died, or the chemistry teacher or the metal materials teacher died. But the most deaths were the history teacher. Zhu Dapeng could not even forget to curse him several times in his dreams, and shouted his name while snoring.

"This, history should be history." One night at the end of November, Zhao Jun, the chief of the Xuzhou Army, rubbed his temples, and his eyes felt black. "Physics should be the study of things. But what is chemistry? As for metal materials, can iron-smithing make a natural knowledge? You heard it right? He really said that!"

"Yes! Absolutely! We heard it with our own ears more than once!" Two middle-aged men in black responded carefully. They were all the eyeliners that Zhao Junyong used the opportunity to divide the troops to give the Zuo Army. One of them even got into the personal soldiers. However, the information they took the risk of collecting back made Zhao Junyong get nothing except a headache.

"How is this possible!" Zhao Jun lowered his head and gently hit the wall to keep his mind smooth. "Ordinary people, if you ask a private school teacher to teach your child, you have to save money for seven or eight years. And Zhu Bashiyi is just a pig slaughter. How can he get so much money? He can afford to hire seven or eight gentlemen to teach at the same time?!"

"He, he seems to have a sister who married the inspector and became the fifth concubine!" I couldn't bear to see that Zhao Changshi was so difficult to think, the slightly taller eyeliner hesitated for a moment and whispered to remind him.

"Absurd! Which wealthy family have you ever seen who will spend money on my younger brother?" Zhao Junyong immediately glared at the man fiercely and refuted loudly. "Even with the idea of ​​cultivating young people and using them for the family in the future, he would not invite so many teachers to secretly teach him! And this guy is so desperate that he killed one teacher after another! Impossible, it is absolutely impossible! There is no such weird thing in the world, and it still happens to the same person?!"

For the overall safety of the Xuzhou army and to avenge his humiliation on the day he entered the city, he never gave up his surveillance of Zhu Dapeng. However, the more the surveillance was tighter, the more surprised the news he sent back. The young man who killed pigs actually knew how to write! He actually knew how to train soldiers! He knew how to win people's hearts and made his soldiers work wholeheartedly for him! In addition, the three-level training plan for personal soldiers, combat soldiers and auxiliary soldiers that he had been studying hard for many years was praised by him. If it weren't for the estrangement between the two sides, Zhao Junyong even wanted to come to ask himself, which hidden sage was the closed disciple of Zhu Bashiyi, and what was the most important thing to do when he came to Xuzhou?! However, after searching through the entire Yuan Dynasty, no one of the great sages who could teach such outstanding disciples could be found!

"Is it because he is possessed by Maitreya, and he used the wonderful Buddhist method to open up his mind?" The only explanation, and the most reasonable explanation, is the legend about Maitreya leaning over. According to the current explanation after the three religions are integrated, Maitreya is the chief disciple of the Great Light God Lord, who is well aware of the past, future and all the world's knowledge. Using Maitreya to possess Zhu Bashiyi's profoundness can be explained just as well. However, Zhao Junyong was unwilling to believe this explanation. So many people ate vegetarianism and worshiped Buddha for their whole life, but they have not been favored by Maitreya. Zhu Bashi went in with white swords and red swords, and killed countless evils. How could he be chosen by Maitreya as the substitute for the Venerable in the world?

"What else has he done recently except training troops and finding someone to drill on the iron stick?" The more he couldn't figure it out, the more curious Zhao Junyong was, the more he refused to let go of all the clues around Zhu Bashiyi.

"He, he has been collecting sulfur and nitrate crazily recently? But those two things are sold in the city only in pharmacies. And the inventory is very small! He spent double the price to buy more than three kilograms each!" The eyeliner who entered the personal soldiers was very dedicated and reported in a low voice without thinking.

"Sulphur and saltpeter, what did he do?!" Zhao Junyong was slightly stunned when he heard it and asked casually.

"It seems like he is fiddling with some gunpowder. But it may also be that the gunpowder is just to cover up. As far as the subordinates know, he is not prepared either of arsenic, croton, pineapple, and tung oil!" The eyeliner thought for a while and responded in a low voice. (Note 1)

"Don't have arsenic, Croton, Ma Liling, what else can his gunpowder do? Use it to make a sound and scare the war horses? But in our Xuzhou, how can there be a large number of cavalry?" Zhao Changshi's head hurts more and more, and he hits his forehead against the wall again.

Gunpowder is not a rare thing! There are also things in the arsenal of Xuzhou City. The Mongols have been using it in the army for many years and have very systematic casting methods and corresponding weapons. However, no matter which type of weapons is, the effect of intimidation is greater than that of actual combat. The effect on horses is also stronger than that of infantry.

If you choose the right weather and terrain, use toxic fillers in gunpowder, such as arsenic, croton, and marshyol, and may also create poisonous smoke to attack the morale of the enemy. But then you can take advantage of the time and place. So far, Zhao Junyong has never heard of anyone who has really allowed poisonous smoke to play a key role in defeating the enemy.

There was no war horse for him to frighten, and there was no poison added to the gunpowder. With a loud "bang" sound and an attack distance of less than twenty steps, what role could gunpowder play? Since Zhu Bashiyi was so knowledgeable that he knew almost everything and could do anything, how could he not even understand the common sense of using gunpowder?!

"Sir, I have a saying under my subordinates, don't you know whether to say it or not?" Seeing that Zhao Junyong had been silent for a long time, the eyeliner who entered the personal army raised his head and asked carefully.

"Tell me? I can agree if you have any requirements if you don't make any exception!" Zhao Jun glanced at this person and pretended to be generous.

"I am ordered to monitor Governor Zhu for two or three months. I am feeling that although this person is a little arrogant, he may not be really hiding any bad intentions in us!" The eyeliner thought for a moment and responded with a thorn in his teeth.

Zhao Junyong immediately turned cold and scolded in a low voice: "Your task is to keep an eye on him, don't you tell me what to do! How do you know that he has no malicious intentions to us? If he has malicious intentions, would he put it on his forehead?!"

"Shunting your anger, Shunting your anger!" The eyeliner quickly kowtowed twice and explained in a low voice, "I don't want to interfere with the decision of Changshi. I just feel that although Zhu Bashisu eats and lives with his brothers, he may not necessarily regard himself as a person like us. He is like, like an outsider."

He secretly looked at Zhao Jun's face. He didn't dare to use the word "As a paradise", and changed the word and continued to add, "Just like someone who is out of the way. At most, he can't watch the fun anymore and wants to make a little bit of a lie. However, he never thought about standing on one side of it!"

Note 1: The Yuan Dynasty gunpowder formula was inherited from the Song Dynasty, with very small improvements and far from reaching the optimal ratio. The usual ratio is 50% of nitrogen, 20% of sulfur, 20% of charcoal, and other types of pungent, smoke, toxic additives, croton, arsenic, etc.

Note: The house was raided, and Mr. Su waved his fists. He took out all the VIPs, flowers, and chapters.
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