Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Xiaobai came in from the outside and saw Zhu Zhanji looking outside with a binoculars. He smirked and brought tea to the table, then put it in Fang Xing's ear and said, "Master, is he stupid? ?"

　　 Fang Xing saw Zhu Zhanji looking outside, so he slapped Xiaobai's buttocks and slapped Xiaobai's buttocks. When her face was red, Fang Xing whispered, "Stop talking nonsense, and quickly ask someone to prepare lunch."

　　 Xiaobai felt a tingling behind him, and hurriedly bowed his head and went out.

　　 "Brother Dehua, this thing is so ingenious, is it also foreign?"

　　 Zhu Zhanji finally put down the binoculars, and asked in shock.

"certainly."

Fang Xing played with the toy car and said, "The Europa people, that is, the Taissi people, have already made big strides in the industry. Now it's just these things. But when they make their cannons bigger and bigger, they can wait for them to make guns. When it is accurate and convenient, Taishun, tell me, does Daming have a future?"

　　 Zhu Zhanji looked at the telescope in his hand and was secretly shocked.

Fang Xing didn’t want to irritate him further, but just said like a prophecy: “Do you believe it? At most, a few hundred years later, at that time, people only need to hold a small object to talk to people thousands of miles away. ."

　　 "Is that a fairy?"

　　 Zhu Zhanji thinks this is a fairy tactic, which Fang Xing probably imagined.

　　 Fang Xing did not argue, but said, "Thousands of years ago, who would have thought that there would be a telescope?"

　　 sent away the heavy minded Zhu Zhanji, only then did Fang Xing realize that the man had taken the telescope along.

　　……

　　 "Master, the peppers are all red."

　　Fangjiazhuang's peppers have been harvested, a slice of red.

　　Ma Su took a bite of the chili while recording the output, and it turned out...

　　 "Water, I want water..."

　　 "Hahahaha! Xiucai wants to drink water, whoever of you has a milky milk will give him a sip!"

　　 Seeing Ma Su's move, the dealers all teased.

　　 A woman picking peppers with her child on her back took a bite and said, "Go find the cow!"

　　 Every household has come out, and even the children are involved in the work of harvesting.

　　 Fang Xing handed the scene to Fang Jaylun, and took more than a dozen red peppers to the kitchen.

　　 Hua Niang saw Fang Xing's appearance and was bluffed, but he was driven aside.

　　 "Chili fried meat!"

　　 Fang Xing’s favorite dish in the factory was this one. It was delicious and served.

　　 The non-polluting red pepper was just washed in the water at random, and then cut into long slices.

　　 Burn in a frying pan, add **** and garlic and saute until fragrant, then slide in the oiled meat slices, stir fry, add chili, and add broth...

　　 A few minutes later, a steaming hot chili fried pork is ready.

　　 was holding a big steamed bun, Fang Xing squinted his eyes and enjoyed it, and soon he was sweating profusely.

　　 Chunsheng saw Fang Xing eating so much. After he left, he ate the rest of the chili as well, and then he drank water violently.

　　 Since Li Mao was admitted to Juren this year, he recently studied at Zhuangshang. After hearing the servant's report, he put down his book and wandered around to take a look.

　　 Lijiazhuang was a bit quiet, and those farmers had no work to do, so they could only go to the mountains to find some wild food to prepare for the cat winter.

　　 The tall and handsome Li Mao was the focus of everyone's attention everywhere. He stood on the border between his home and Fangjiazhuang, watching the farmers happily picking peppers, and asked, "What is that?"

　　 The servant scratched his head and said: "I heard that the villain is called Chili. As for what it is, even Fangjiazhuang people don't know."

Li Mao looked at the red things suspiciously, remembering the last time his father had confessed that he and Taisun Tao had almost failed. When he moved his heart, he took the opportunity of a Fangjiazhuang daughter-in-law to come over and asked with an elegant posture. : "Little lady, dare to ask what it is?"

　　 The little daughter-in-law was blushed by Li Mao's handsomeness, but when she saw the chili in the direction of the folding fan, she squinted at him and said, "That's something from our Zhuangzi. Why are you asking about this?"

　　 Li Mao didn't expect that his skin appearance actually didn't work, but the little daughter-in-law had already stepped back vigilantly, lifting the clothes stick in her hand high, ready to escape at any time.

　　 This Nima is stricter than the management of the barracks!

　　 But the more so, the more Li Mao's interest in this pepper becomes.

　　 Amid the sound of horseshoes, Zhu Zhanji came back.

　　 Fang Xing looked weird as he watched Zhu Zhanji hung the telescope on his chest, no matter how he looked at it.

　　 "Brother Dehua, the younger brother has already reported to his father. He hopes that Brother Dehua will control the craftsmanship. At least he must get this telescope out."

　　 Zhu Zhanji’s eyes are a little swollen, this is the result of his playing with telescopes all the way.

　　 Fang Xing immediately shook his head and said: "It is not appropriate for me to take charge of the place. Without this name, the people below would not listen to me."

　　 This is a problem. Li Qi, the person in charge of the original craftsmanship, is still a good seven-grade, and he is still dispatched by the Ministry of Industry, which is justified!

　　 It's a bit difficult for those people to listen to a white body's command.

　　 Zhu Zhanji asked unwillingly, "Is it not enough to have my father as security?"

　　 Fang Xing threw the peppers he picked from his hand into the tub, and smiled: "Difficult! But I want to try the production of a musket. It's in Fangjiazhuang."

　　 Zhu Zhanji frowned, but this caused him a problem.

　　According to the Ming law, if a private person builds a weapon, the result will be family destruction.

　　 After Zhu Fang came to Fangjiazhuang, Fang Xing actually had this plan. He was only worried about being reported by others.

　　 Zhu Zhanji lightly patted the heart of his hand with a riding whip, and finally said: "Brother Dehua, don't worry, I will write to Grandpa Huang and file in advance."

　　 Just do as you say, Zhu Zhanji immediately wrote a letter, and sent him to the capital quickly.

　　 If Zhu Gaochi writes to ~www.NovelMTL.com~ then Fang Xing can clean up and the whole family is ready to flee overseas. But if Zhu Zhanji, Zhu Di's beloved grandson, writes, then he thinks he can still wait and see.

　　 Now that he wrote a letter, Fang Xing called Zhu Fang.

　　 During the half month when Zhu Fang lived in Fangjiazhuang, he was really good to eat and drink. The injury on his knee had healed a long time ago, so when Fang Xing called, he came a little embarrassed.

　　 Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji were sitting in the study. Zhu Fang hurriedly prepared to kneel, but Fang Xing stopped him.

　　 Fang Xing lifted up Zhu Fang and said meaningfully: “I’m Daming kneeling a lot, and I have lost all the bloodiness of a good man. Kneel to heaven and kneel to his parents, kneel to the emperor, and will not be allowed to kneel in Fangjiazhuang in the future.”

　　 Zhu Zhanji was a little dumbfounded when he listened to these words, he knew that this was Fang Xing expressing his dissatisfaction.

　　 Zhu Fang stood restrained, and saw Fang Xing take out a drawing.

　　 This is a drawing of a musket. The trigger is used to control the musket. The medicine chamber is not big. And it can be clearly seen that the back of the barrel, that is, the place where the gun is charged, is thicker than the front.

　　 "This is to prevent blasting, and my main concern is the drilling process."

　　 Fang Xing explained that this drawing was only thought of after racking his brains. It also referred to the current shotgun structure.

　　 Zhu Fang hesitated and said: "Master, it's just that this barrel is too thick, I'm afraid it will be difficult to build."

　　 Zhu Zhanji also felt a little thicker, and at the same time he would increase the weight of the musket.

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