Carrying AK into Ming Dynasty

Chapter 186 ZTE is expected

In the central hall of the Marquis of Anguo's Mansion, a table of wine and food had already been set up, Liu Hongjian was in a good mood, and Song Yingxing was also in a good mood.

One of the two got a great talent, and finally got rid of a few big mistakes, and the other has learned all his life, and now it can be used everywhere, and they eat and drink very happily.

When the interest came, Liu Hongjian simply told old Song Tou about his armory.

What kind of briquette machine, briquette furnace, and the newly developed fire gun, as well as the new spinning machine developed by Comrade Xiaofang earlier.

Song Yingxing has never heard of the briquette machine and briquette furnace, but he does know a thing or two about coal refining and desulfurization, and he has also researched it in his masterpiece.

However, the modified Suifa gun aroused his interest. While eating and drinking, he said that he must go to see it tomorrow.

But when Liu Hongjian said that the new spinning machine was dozens of times more efficient than the old loom, Song Yingxing thought Liu Hongjian was bragging at first.

Seeing Lord Hou's swearing, Song Yingxing stopped drinking at all, and the two left the city in a carriage.

Thanks to the efforts of thousands of villagers and hundreds of craftsmen, the Ordnance Institute has now been built, and rows of newly-made wooden houses are lined up within the courtyard wall surrounded by green bricks.

Soldiers from a hundred families patrolled back and forth outside the courtyard wall. Since the ordnance station began to be used, it has become a military important place, and idlers are not allowed to enter without permission.

Even the craftsmen in the armory need to register their reasons if they want to go in and out.

To the east of the Ordnance Societies are rows of greenhouses, and to the south is the spinning workshop. The spinning workshop covers an area of ​​about [-] feet. Although the site is available, the spinning machines are not yet complete.

This spinning workshop is expected to need [-] new spinning machines, but even if a group of craftsmen work overtime, only a dozen or so have been produced in the factory so far.

During this time, the craftsmen were the most tiring. While rushing to make Suifa guns, they also rushed to make briquettes machines and spinning machines.

Fortunately, Liu Hongjian was willing to spend the money. Not only did he have a full meal, but he also had a meal of meat every day. Although there was very little meat, it was a great reward for craftsmen who hadn't eaten meat for a long time.

Not only the craftsmen, but also the folks who are building Liulichang and residential buildings are also full of enthusiasm.

The enthusiasm of Minzhuang and the craftsmen immediately attracted Song Yingxing's idea.

He has seen a lot of minzhuang and craftsmen assigned by the imperial court to do hard work, who is not dejected and lazy, who seems to have endless energy like the people here.

"Hello, Lord Hou!" Seeing Lord Hou coming, many craftsmen and Min Zhuang stopped their work and greeted Lord Hou with excited smiles.

Liu Hongjian gave them an order not to kneel down when seeing him.

"Brothers have worked hard! Work hard." Liu Hongjian also smiled and waved his hands.

Song Yingxing felt that he had come to the wrong place. This is not a construction site where weeping, this is simply a paradise. There are sweaty peasants everywhere, but there is a happy atmosphere everywhere.

"Mr. Song? Come here! Let's go and see the spinning machine first!" Liu Hongjian reminded Song Yingxing when he saw that Song Yingxing was a little dazed.

In the spinning workshop, Fang Jingzi is still concentrating on making No. 18 new spinning machines, and several young craftsmen around him are also helping.

This is Fang Jingzi's new apprentice. Since the Ordnance Institute implements the employment system and promises that everyone will be released after five years of service, the craftsmen no longer cherish their brooms and are willing to pass on what they have learned to their colleagues.

So much so that after only one month, many stonemasons actually picked up the saw and started carpentry work.

"Old Fang? Stop what you're doing!" Liu Hongjian led Song Yingxing into the workshop, but Fang Jingzi was so focused that he didn't even notice him coming in.

"My lord is here!" Hearing the voice, Fang Jingzi hurriedly stopped what he was doing.

Fang Jingzi has really fallen in love with this place for a month, it is simply a blessed place for craftsmen, but his slightly dull personality has not changed at all.

"Well, show Mr. Song our new spinning machine!" Liu Hongjian briefly introduced the two to each other.

Fang Jingzi didn't say much, and there was a spinning machine in the middle of the workshop that was specially responsible for the demonstration. In the middle of the spinning machine was a wooden stool that had been made. Fang Jingzi sat on the wooden stool with his legs raised.

Shake the spinning wheel on the right side of the spinning machine with the right hand. Driven by the power of the spinning wheel, the silk yarn clusters arranged according to the color are quickly and automatically compiled according to the specified steps. Half a foot of cloth came out.

And Fang Jingzi's right arm shaking the spinning wheel didn't use much energy at all. The speed and efficiency were at least dozens of times higher than that of weaving in the Ming Dynasty.

"A genius-like invention! Dare I ask you to make this spinning machine?" Song Yingxing knew the ingenuity of this new spinning machine after just a few glances.

He believes that he can do it just by looking at it for a while, as long as he is given time.

But if there is no reference, who would know that doing so can improve efficiency by dozens of times?
No one knows better than him, the significance of this new type of spinning machine, this is the blessing of Ming Dynasty!

Therefore, he even developed a feeling of admiration for the slightly dull young man in front of him.

"Song lao is ridiculous, how can I have such skills, this spinning machine is the blueprint provided by Lord Hou, I just followed the picture to find out!" Fang Jingzi is just like his father Fang Xing, what is yours is yours, isn't it? He doesn't even want what you give him.

Now it was Song Yingxing's turn to be dumbfounded. Such a great invention was actually invented by a young Marquis who went to the battlefield to kill the enemy?
If ordinary people said this, Song Yingxing would dare to go up and throw their mouths at them.

But the expression of the skilled craftsman in front of him, and the half-made spinning machine next to him, all showed that the craftsman was telling the truth.

"Master Hou is the real genius! I am so ashamed!" Song Yingxing thought of the drawings of the steam engine, which must have come from Master Hou, and felt a little ashamed.

"Song Lao Mo wants to be like this. This time I just provided the blueprint. In terms of credit, Lao Fang is the real creator!" Liu Hongjian rubbed his nose with his index finger and said embarrassingly.

Song Yingxing had already been amazed by the spinning mill, but he was even more dumbfounded when he arrived at the armory.

Dozens of craftsmen under the guidance of Franz worked overtime, and the musket workshop has produced more than a dozen wooden firearms.

After listening to Lord Hou's instructions, Franz immediately picked up a gun and went out.

A wooden board was placed 20 meters away from the few of them. Franz skillfully pressed the gunpowder and projectiles, held the butt of the gun with his left hand, and put his right hand on the trigger.

After aiming slightly, I pressed my right index finger hard, only to hear a bang, the flint hit the fire door, and the bullet shot out.

Song Yingxing immediately ran over to check. On the wooden board in between, a projectile was inlaid in it, which was as deep as two fingers.

He was once again shocked by this place. The hand spinning machine and the firecrackers without matchlocks made him feel ashamed of himself, who has always boasted of his talents.

It seems that Daming ZTE is really hopeful!
PS: I'll see if I can write another chapter to challenge Hanhan's limit.

　Thanks for the 100 coins rewarded by book friend Tai Chi Ping

　　
　
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