I Am the Grandson of the Second Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Earning 100 Million Taels at the Beginn

Chapter 40 Little brat, do you want Shenji Camp?
"Indeed, this guy is not easy to grasp."

Zhu Zhangui nodded in agreement, then looked at the old man and said seriously: "But I don't want to control him, as long as he can do what I ordered well."

"As for the so-called loyalty."

Zhu Zhangui shook his head with a smile, looked at the old man and said frankly: "The grandson never believes that there is absolute loyalty in this world. There is no betrayal, which only shows that the benefits of betrayal are not enough."

"Don't talk about anything else, just talk about the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty. Grandpa, can you be sure that everyone is loyal to you?"

The old man shook his head slightly, "How is it possible?"

Zhu Zhangui spread his hands.

"Then it's over."

"In my opinion, the so-called loyalty is just mutual use."

"They do things for me, and I give them what they want. If one day they betray me, it means that I can't give them what they want. When this happens, the result is, either I kill them, or They killed me."

"Of course, I don't deny that there is absolute loyalty, but I don't think I can meet it."

"it is good."

Zhu Zhangui's answer made the old man couldn't help applauding.

He didn't expect Zhu Zhangui to see people's hearts so thoroughly at such a young age.

It wasn't until the end of the Jingnan War that he had been the emperor for a long time that he saw through this.

Sure enough, children who have seen big scenes are different.

While Zhu Zhangui's answer satisfied the old man, the old man thought of Zhu Zhanji who was kneeling outside the door.

When Zhu Zhangui was not around before, the old man thought that Zhu Zhanji was well trained.

But since Zhu Zhangui came back.

The old man looked awkward at Zhu Zhanji.

I feel that this child is too naive and simple, always thinking of the world so well.

"Since you want Ji Gang, then you can keep it. If one day you can't control it, you can find grandpa, and grandpa will deal with him."

"Grandson thanks the emperor for his kindness!"

Zhu Zhangui breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly knelt down to thank him.

"Haha, you little bastard."

The old man was also in a good mood. After a big laugh, he came down to help Zhu Zhangui, and stretched out his hand to grab Zhu Zhangui.

"Grandpa, what are you doing? I am your grandson!"

Zhu Zhangui was taken aback and quickly dodged.

"Snapped!"

The old man's face darkened, and he slapped Zhu Zhangui, "You bastard, I've been thinking about these messy things since I was young. Did you bring that firecracker? Show me, it can spontaneously ignite without fire."

Zhu Zhangui was speechless.

If you want a firecracker, just say it, what does it mean to pick it up, two big men, let others see it, maybe it will be misunderstood.

He reached out and pulled out a gun, and handed it to the old man.

Originally, this kind of weapon was not allowed to be brought into the palace, but the palace guards who guarded it didn't know it and thought it was Zhu Zhangui's toy.

In order to flatter Zhu Zhangui, the second emperor's grandson, he didn't take it away.

Handing the flintlock pistol to the old man, Zhu Zhangui turned his head to the little snot who was standing by the side, always serving, and said, "Go and beat the guard officer at Zhengyangmen 20 boards. I came in from there."

Little Snot understood instantly, glanced at Zhu Di, saw him nod, and walked out.

Poor guard officer, I wanted to flatter, but I didn't expect to mix up 20 boards.

Raising the flintlock pistol in his hand, the old man studied it for a while, recalled Zhu Zhangui's action with the gun, and opened the machine hammer with style, aiming at a pillar in the distance.

"Snapped!"

As the hammer fell, the friction of the flint produced a spark.

Suddenly, the old man took off the flint from the crane's beak, played with it for a while, and looked at Zhu Zhangui beside him.

"Who came up with this kind of spontaneous firecracker?"

Zhu Zhangui grinned, shamelessly taking the credit for himself.

"Grandpa, this is not called a firecracker, but a flintlock pistol, which I developed based on the principle of the fire sickle."

As he spoke, Zhu Zhangui pulled out another one, and began to explain it to the old man.

By the way, he explained the long-barreled flintlock guns he envisioned for infantry.

The old man also listened carefully, and occasionally asked some questions in his heart.

"Good thing, good thing, if all the Shenji Battalion are equipped with this kind of self-igniting firecrackers, their combat power will at least be multiplied several times."

Zhu Zhangui nodded in agreement, and then said distressedly: "That's true, it's just that the barrels are too difficult to make. The barrels in my hand have been drilled by craftsmen for several months, and a lot of materials were wasted. It was just made. If you want large-scale equipment, the Ministry of Industry must at least gather a large number of skilled craftsmen and work for several years."

The old man naturally understands this truth.

The firecrackers equipped by the Shenji Battalion have such a large tube that it takes a lot of effort to build them.

If it is changed to make such a slender pipe, the man-hour will be doubled at least several times, and the quality cannot be guaranteed.

The old man was annoyed that such a good weapon could not be used before the Northern Expedition.

In the early Ming Dynasty, the firecrackers equipped by the Shenji Camp were not in the shape of guns.

It is a cylinder as thick as an arm, filled with gunpowder gravel or iron pieces to kill the enemy.

It's a bit similar to a shotgun, and the range is very short, only twenty or thirty steps away.

This manually ignited firecracker is not only troublesome to load, it may misfire in wet weather, and it will be useless if it is rainy.

Although this primitive firearm has various shortcomings, it is still the most advanced firearm in this era.

Not bad, only worse.

Compared with the enemies who still use swords, the firecrackers used by Shenjiying are already a cross-age weapon.

Shenjiying is the pride of the old man. He has always believed that the weapons used by Shenjiying are the most powerful in the world, and there is no one of them.

But ever since he saw the spontaneous firearm Zhu Zhangui used, the old man's pride disappeared.

Since he came back yesterday, he has been thinking about this kind of spontaneous fire blunderbuss, thinking about who else will be his opponent all day long if he equips it to Shenjiying.

Even for this reason, Zhu Zhangui directly ignored the fact that Zhu Zhangui killed a hundred households of Jinyiwei in the street.

But still the same sentence, if you can't make it, everything is in vain.

Holding the flintlock pistol and watching for a long time, the worried old man accidentally caught a glimpse of Zhu Zhangui who was squatting beside him, yawning boredly.

Why should I ask the Ministry of Industry to build it?
Isn't this kid able to connect to another world?

The other world is so powerful, it shouldn't be a problem to get some barrels, right?

Thinking of this, the old man had a smile on his face.

He raised his hand and slapped Zhu Zhangui on the shoulder.

Zhu Zhangui, who was yawning boredly, felt his heart tighten when he saw the old man's kind smile.

This old guy smiled so wretchedly, he must have thought of something good.

"Zangui!"

With a smile on his face, Zhu Di called out cordially.

Hearing this title, Zhu Zhangui got up and ran without saying a word.

"Bastard, where are you going, come back to me."

How could the old man let Zhu Zhangui run away, he reached out and grabbed Zhu Zhangui's leg, and pulled him back abruptly.

"Grandpa, you can't catch a sheep and pluck the wool hard! If you keep plucking like this, I'm going to be bald."

Shenji Camp is a big hole, and Zhu Zhangui doesn't want to be trapped in it.

Helping Shenjiying build firearms, the powerful court has nothing to do with Zhu Zhangui.

Zhu Zhangui can't do thankless things.

The old man can do whatever he wants with sample drawings.

But if he wanted Zhu Zhangui to spend money to subsidize Shenjiying and help make firearms, he didn't even think about it.

In this regard, the old man just chuckled, grabbed Zhu Zhangui's leg and did not let go, and told the temptation of the devil.

"Little brat, do you want the Divine Machine Camp?"

Zhu Zhangui, who was struggling to run, stopped suddenly, turned his head and stared at the old man.

ps: I have posted the picture of the weapons equipped by the Shenji Battalion in the Yongle period. If you are interested, you can go and have a look.

(End of this chapter)