Carrying AK into Ming Dynasty

Chapter 765 What about the feathers on your head

Due to the timely discovery, the newly ignited fire was extinguished half an hour later.

Even so, the Ordnance Institute was in a commotion. Song Yingxing, who had always been gentle, was furious when he heard the news.

He just sighed for no reason after seeing Meng Zhongliang who was burnt into a black man, and Zhou Hengyi who was barely rescued from severe burns. He knew what these two old craftsmen were up to.

Fortunately, according to all ordnance regulations, gunpowder and firearms are not allowed to be hidden or hoarded in the research room except during working hours. The fire did not cause any major losses.

The next day, when Liu Hongjian learned of this incident, he hurriedly brought people to visit him.

Liu Hongjian didn't know the regulations of the Ordnance Institute. He wanted to say hello to Uncle Song, because he lived on the top of the mountain, and he didn't want to be bombed suddenly one day.

"My... my lord, I... I am guilty! Please... my lord punish me." Zhou Hengyi was covered in gauze and was blind in one eye. Seeing Liu Hongjian came to see him in person, he was still blind. With a turbid hoarse voice.

"Healthy general, let's take care of your health. The Medical Expenses and Armament Institute will help you. As for the punishment, we will wait until you recover."

How could Liu Hongjian speak harsh words when everyone was burned like this? He had also heard from Song Yingxing that several craftsmen had gotten into trouble with fulminant and hadn't left the mountain for more than a month.

Liu Hongjian is a person who cherishes talents. Compared with a few houses and a little property, they are not worth mentioning in front of talents.

"I...I...Old Meng...he..." Zhou Heng couldn't help crying when he thought of his old comrades who were chatting, drinking and joking with him last night.

"People have misfortunes and fortunes, so don't be too sad.

What happened last night, even if you drank some wine, it wouldn't cause a fire, right? "Liu Hongjian patted Zhou Hengyi's only good right hand and comforted him.

The wine at this time is not like the ones that can be lighted casually in later TV dramas. Although Daming already has distilled wine, most of the wine can barely reach [-] to [-] degrees.

Even if you deliberately use a lighter to light [-]-degree liquor, it may not be able to light it. How could there be a fire?

"Back to the lord, last night I... Lao Meng and I were in a depressed mood, God... the weather was cold, Lao Meng took out two jars of wine to drink, I... I just took a few sips and fell unconscious. "

"Old Zhou, are you talking nonsense? It's not that we don't know how much you drink, even if you drink a pot, you won't be unable to wake up." A craftsman in the room said.

"Why would I take Lao Meng's life... Just kidding, Lao Meng said that the wine... that wine is called alcohol, and I got it from Song Datou. I... I just want to try something new."

As soon as Zhou Heng recalled what happened last night, his tears couldn't stop immediately.

"What? Are you drinking alcohol?" Liu Hongjian looked at Song Yingxing upon hearing this.

What the hell, what kind of wine do you drink is not good, how can you drink alcohol?
Xishan Shanghe opened a wine shop at the foot of the mountain. The alcohol was produced under the guidance of Liu Hongjian. Because the cost was too high and the output was too small, they just recorded the production process and did not continue to produce it.

Most of the products produced were used by Liu Hongjian as candles, and a small part was given away to others, including Song Yingxing.

"This... the old man can't remember." Song Yingxing frowned and thought for a while, he only remembered that Liu Hongjian left those two jars at his house, and after he smelled that they were wine, he put them in the storage room.

He was not addicted to alcohol, so he did a favor and gave the two altars of wine to Meng Zhongliang.

But he never expected that this wine could produce such a moth, and ruined Meng Zhongliang's life.

When the matter got to this point, Song Yingxing didn't know how it would end.

"Thunder...Thunder acid mercury...I may know...how to get it out."

Just at this moment, Zhou Mummy, who was lying on the bed, suddenly widened his eyes. He raised his hands and wanted to get up, but he grinned because of the pain in the wound.

"What?" Song Yingxing and Liu Hongjian exclaimed in unison upon hearing this.

"It's alcohol! It must be alcohol!" Zhou Heng said firmly and firmly.

For a long time, they have made countless attempts without success.

Last night, the candles in the laboratory where the two were located were placed in the innermost part, but the fire was first lit from the workbench where they were located, which shows why no one knows better than Zhou Hengyi.

"Old Song." Liu Hongjian looked at Song Yingxing, and Song Yingxing nodded at him.

"Take good care of your wounds. If you successfully develop mercury fulminate, you will be a great achievement!" After speaking, Liu Hongjian and Song Yingxing left Zhou Hengyi's residence together, and then plunged into Song Yingxing's private research room.

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three days later.

"Hahaha, heaven pays off! Mr. Song, it's done!" Liu Hongjian laughed excitedly from the courtyard.

Maybe they were smoked, both of them were unkempt and only showed a mouthful of white teeth.

Who would have thought that the reason why mercury fulminate has not made any progress is because of the lack of the neutralizing agent of alcohol, and who would have thought that a great invention was so accidental.

"Elder Song, the Lei Mercury Preparation Method must be kept strictly confidential, and must not be told to anyone without my king's permission, not even the ministers in the court.

If there is a leaker... Punish the Nine Clans! "Liu Hongjian said to Song Yingxing solemnly.

No one understands the importance of turbulence better than him. As a primer, turbulence is highly sensitive to flames, needles, and impacts. For a long time, it has been the best choice for primers.

With Thunder Mercury, Daming was able to manufacture primer bullets, and then he was able to complete the development of breech-loading pistols, and he also had the conditions to design bullets with a long tapered appearance in later generations.

In the era when front-loading guns were used all over the world, if Ming Dynasty took the lead in equipping breech-loading primer bullets, then all monsters and monsters in land warfare would be useless.

Undoubtedly, the successful development of Thunder Mercury has epoch-making significance for Daming Musket.

He stayed at Uncle Song's house for three days, and stayed away for three days at night. As soon as he left Song Yingxing's courtyard, he saw a bodyguard who was still loyally guarding the courtyard.

"Brothers, my king is happy today, let's go, I will treat you to a big meal!" Liu Hongjian walked towards Xishan Bieyuan with his head held high and chest out.

A group of people just walked to the door of the house, but they saw Aragorn in Ming Dynasty costumes and several Merika people also wearing Ming Dynasty costumes, who had been waiting for a long time.

"My lord, you are back, Aragorn said he has something to see you." Zhuge Tieniu said with a bitter face.

Due to Liu Hongjian's orders, Comrade Tieniu has suffered a lot these days. He not only has to go out for a walk with Aragorn every day, but also is responsible for teaching the Daming language of these Merika natives.

Isn't it embarrassing for him to know few big characters himself?
The same is true for Aragorn. Apart from asking questions and learning Ming language from him, he has to go out and wander every day. Everything he sees is novel, and he has to ask the root of everything he sees.

After more than a month, he ate, drank and played with him, and he became a three-accompany. If it wasn't for the generous spending of Aragorn, he would have quit the job long ago.

"Aragorn, I have met the King of Ming..." Lord Aragorn was not puzzled when he saw Liu Hongjian's disheveled face, but gave Liu Hongjian a standard Daming salute.

"Hehe, I haven't seen you for more than a month. You can speak Daming so easily. Where's the chicken feather on your head?"

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PS: I am physically and mentally exhausted. I probably made a wrong decision. Now I am exhausted every day, just like a migrant worker moving bricks on a construction site. I miss the days when I used to fish in Beijing...

　Thank you book friends for the 100 taels rewarded by lighting up the lamp and looking at the ax while drunk.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)