I am the king of the dead

Chapter 93 Champion Flag

Jin Yiwei's investigation was extremely fast.

Those prostitutes spontaneously organized to reward the army. The sergeants defended the city of Beijing. Their prostitutes felt that they could go to reward the army as usual.

This is undoubtedly a bad habit, but it is quite common and lasted for a long time.

For example, in the last years of the Northern Song Dynasty, the acquaintance of Han Shizhong and Liang Hongyu, the king of thistle in the Southern Song Dynasty, was on this occasion.

Similarly, this is also one of the methods used by some prostitutes. Not everyone wants to live in the dust all the time. These generals have just won the emperor's reward.

Although they are not gentle enough, they are reliable enough. For prostitutes, the word reliability is far more important than gentleness.

Business girls don't know the hatred of subjugation. Does this sentence mean that business girls don't know the shame of subjugation, or does the guy who listens to music don't know the shame of subjugation?

Judging from this ubiquitous and deformed way of comforting the army, these businesswomen knew the situation after the country was subjugated.

The sudden arrival of the emperor interrupted all this.

The unspoken rules are unspoken because they are not visible, and they cannot stand the debate. Shi Heng was beaten, and that was the result.

"Your Majesty, this is what happened." Lu Zhong put all the evidence on the table, including the testimony of the prostitutes, prostitutes and generals. The whole thing is not complicated. The reason why it seems bizarre is that Zhu Qiyu doesn't know it. .

How difficult is it to be in a relationship?

Zhu Qiyu stretched his arms straight, held a gun, closed one eye, and aimed at a target ten paces away.

There was no gunpowder in the handgun. Zhu Qiyu was just practicing holding a gun. After about half a stick of incense, his arm became sore, and he slowly put down the handgun.

This kind of training is the norm. Daming's gunners can fire about thirty rounds of live ammunition a month, which is already an extremely high amount of training.

Zhu Qiyu moved his arm, and only picked up the transcript held by Lu Zhong after the soreness was no longer there. The facts were clear and the order was clear. After several confirmations, everyone was telling the truth.

"It's good for the Beizhen Fusi to know about this. Don't let the censors of the Duchayuan know about it, or you'll have to talk about it again." Zhu Qiyu picked up a long gun and started training with guns.

When holding the gun, hang half a brick on the barrel for a quarter of an hour at a time.

Zhu Qiyu held her breath and focused on aiming at the straw man target twenty steps away.

He suddenly asked, "Is that general a spy?"

Lu Zhong sighed and said, "This minister is still investigating, so I can't say for sure, but it should be."

"I originally thought it was Chief Shi's excuse, but I checked his family's contacts. Especially in recent years, he spent a lot of money and made countless contacts."

In addition to being unable to control himself, Shi Heng's thinking is extremely sharp, otherwise he would have died on the side, especially if someone backstabbed him.

"Carefully check and make up, find out the results and report back."

"I retire." Lu Zhong bowed his head and prepared to leave, but Zhu Qiyu said, "You stay, let's try."

How big is the gunpowder output of Wang Gong Factory?
Nissan produces two tons and four thousand catties.

Therefore, Wang Yu's mansion wants ignition powder, which can open up the supply. Zhu Qiyu always feels that something needs to be done. He seems to have missed an excellent opportunity, but he doesn't know what it is.

So he was a little irritable, but if he didn't know where the dryness came from, it was clear when he hit the thugs.

"Bang bang bang."

The gunshots continued to sound, Zhu Qiyu and Lu Zhong both hit ten hits out of ten, but Zhu Qiyu was slightly better, hitting the red dot of the bullseye one more time than Lu Zhong.

He looked at Lu Zhong with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and shook his head with a smile: "Just play, there's no need to let me, the whole Jinyiwei is spreading the word about your success."

Zhu Qiyu felt very keenly that Lu Zhong was letting himself.

Just like in the previous teachers' sports meeting, these ordinary teachers could not outperform the principal.

"That's not true, the minister's last shot just missed." Lu Zhong said very honestly: "It's not that the minister's hand slipped, but the lead was erratic and hit the bull's eye.

"It's not that the minister deliberately wants to lose to His Majesty. His Majesty's marksmanship is really good. Ten hits, ten hits, and seven hits to the bull's eye are already very powerful." Lu Zhongcheng said sincerely.

His Majesty is busy with political affairs, and he is still training like this. In his opinion, this is the Holy Monarch.

In Lu Zhong's family, there are thousands of households who have been Jinyiwei for generations. Since Zhu Di, the Ming emperor's marksmanship has been obvious to all. During the Xuande period, when he was a child, he saw the late emperor Zhu Zhanji on the school field, competing with school captains for marksmanship .

Your Majesty's marksmanship is getting better and better.

Zhu Qiyu shook his head and said with a smile: "I feed so much gunpowder a day, anyone can hit it accurately."

He suddenly said with a flash of light: "Lu Zhong, what did you just say?"

"The minister said that His Majesty's ten rounds and seven middle schools are quite powerful." Lu Zhong said respectfully, everyone likes to listen well, and the emperor is also a human being, no exception.

Zhu Qiyu shook his head and said, "The last sentence."

"The lead is erratic, and it's not easy to hit the target." Lu Zhong said somewhat inexplicably.

Is there anything wrong with this sentence?

This is the truth, the lead comes out of the hole, and it is all up to God to honor it.

Zhu Qiyu clapped his hands and said, "Go on!"

He said quite excitedly: "I remember that the Armament Supervisor in Daming has craftsman workshops in all the armies, right?"

"Have it!"

Lu Zhong blinked, what happened?Concubine Hang, or Queen Wang?Such a big happy event, never heard of it.

It would be great if His Majesty had more children, the courtiers would not have to worry all day long, and if His Majesty had successors, it would be convenient for everyone to put their lives on the line, otherwise, there would be more crooked thoughts.

Zhu Qiyu immediately returned to the study and began to write hard. He finally knew the source of the irritability in his heart.

He knew that he was an ordinary person, and he was very lucky to be able to transform a flintlock handgun. Further down, although he knew the development of firearms, he still scratched his head a little bit about how to land.

There is now.

Shi Heng felt that the military competition could not be used as a ticket to enter the capital's lecture hall, because it would be even more unfair.

But that doesn't mean it's a big contest, it's not a good idea.

He listed three projects and set up high rewards for the first, second and third runner-up.

The military is divided into nine towns, and each town can send three teams to Beijing to compete for each project.

Winning the championship in a single event will be rewarded with 5 taels of silver and a champion flag, which can be taken back to the place where it is located and hung for one year.

This reward is not for the individual, but for the town. 5 taels may not seem like much, but at least it can last for several months.

Especially this champion flag is a symbol of glory, almost equivalent to the dragon flag fluttering directly on the land of their town.

This is an honor. The army often has a "bull-fighting" ethos. This requires seeing the championship flags of other families fluttering in the wind, and there is nothing on the head of the city.

If a runner-up flag is planted, can you be convinced?

Certainly not.

Does this military contest have anything to do with improved ordnance?

Have.

Zhu Qiyu's meaning is very clear. The Jiuzhen Army Workshop can modify the handguns, fire guns, general cannons, sub-mother cannons and other equipment by themselves, and bring the equipment to the Beijing school field.

He may not be able to improve the ordnance with one head, but there are thousands of craftsmen in the Ming Dynasty, so many heads, collectively reformed, still can't make a good thing?
When he was at Xibianmen, watching the defense of the city, he and Yu Qian discussed the improvement of firearms.

Now there is finally a good way.

Zhu Qiyu perfected his idea, and asked Lu Zhong to take the edict and send it to Yu Qian outside the Great Wall. By the way, he gave Shi Heng a copy and asked him to advise him.

Shi Heng's reply was quick, but he felt that it was boring to hit a fixed target.

It would be better to take the group of tile razor captives from the Xishan coal field and put them in the paddock.

Shi Heng is always very thoughtful in these aspects, and his ideas are really good.

Of course, this approach was rejected by Zhu Qiyu.

The captive Oirat people are the main labor force for coal production in the three major factories in the capital. How can they be wasted in vain?

It has been two days since Yu Qian got Zhu Qiyu's letter. After he opened it, he stared at Zhu Qiyu's whimsy and was stunned for a long time.

His Majesty attached great importance to ordnance, and mobilized the craftsmen of the border army in the nine towns of Daming to brainstorm together.

It's a good idea.

His Majesty said before that the flames are high when everyone gathers firewood, and it is true.

Yu Qian did not write back the book immediately. His Majesty's idea is very good, but there are many details missing, which need to be supplemented by Yu Qian.

And this kind of thing can't be done in a flash, at least it's impossible to do this year.

He put away the letters and walked into the village with five or six relatives. He still has an important task to do now, which is to provide relief to the people.

After the heavy wind and rain, there was another military disaster, followed by heavy snowfall. This village called Wazhai was sparsely populated, with yellow faces and thin skin, barely alive. They stared at Yu Qian's arrival with numb eyes.

"Xing, the people suffer, death, the people suffer even more." Yu Qian looked at the straw sandals on the soles of the people's feet and sighed a lot.

Qin Cong held a gong and drum, and said while beating: "Come on, let's put food!"

Teams of wheelbarrows parked in the square of the village, and the bags of rice, wheat, millet, and wort were opened one by one.

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)