The late Ming Dynasty in the living room

Chapter 115 Meeting () Road Construction Matchlock Gun

Construction work is going on every day in the Xincheng camp, but the conference room is still the original simple shack.

The heads of everyone's heads were made of thatch, and the seats under their buttocks were made of tree stumps.

Since housing construction, road construction, commercial areas, etc. have all been marked as priorities, the expected spacious and magnificent "New Town Meeting Hall" is far away.

The one who was speaking was Old Man Zhao.

In the past, his face was always red, and he spoke with great energy.

Now for some reason, his whole body has "gone all his splendor", he looks a little old, and his voice is also a little tired.

"...All departments should stop targeting the county citizen working group. It's useless if you apply every day! I won't approve it."

"After they finish building the main roads in the city, they will continue to build the road from the north gate to the Juma River. This road has a heavy workload and a long cycle. It will delay the construction speed of other construction sites, especially residential areas. But I After discussing with the young master, I think this road still needs to be built!

Moreover, the specifications must be the same, it must be able to run carriages and horses in parallel, and finally it must be paved with cement... Don't ask me, I don't know what cement is. This is what the young master said. In short, it is a very good thing. "

The idea of ​​building this extended road section was actually proposed by Mr. Zhao himself.

When the refugees first arrived in Laishui County, Fang Yu said that "roads must be built before construction, and large roads must be built so that vehicles and horses can run simultaneously." It was difficult for him to understand.

It wasn't until more and more people were working in the city and more and more cattle and horses were purchased from the county, but he felt that the manpower on hand was becoming more and more stretched, that he could truly realize the importance of this road.

Although there are always potholes on the roads in the city, three working groups of county citizens are always working to repair them. (This was the case with new roads in ancient times. If the pressure on the road stones was not enough, an official road would have to be repaired for decades.)

But what if there is no such way?

Not to mention other things, just transporting green bricks from the brick kiln to the Southern District would not be enough even if a thousand people were mobilized.

Now a large construction site (craftsman's shop, warehouse, canteen, etc.) has opened beside the Juma River. Today, the logistics department asked him for manpower, asking for 200 people. Old Zhao became numb when he heard the request.

And is it enough to transfer a transport team of 200 people to him today? nonexistent! The construction site over there will only get bigger and bigger, and more and more things will be needed.

Therefore, we should put everything else aside and find a way to get there first.

What the young master says is always right, Old Man Zhao thought to himself.

The "departments" in Old Man Zhao's words refer to the construction team (chief: Niu Peng) and the brick kiln yard. In order to complete the task as quickly as possible (Old Man Fan did it for the bonus), they kept their eyes fixed on the county citizen working group. Afraid of being overtaken by others.

After the hardening work of the main roads in the city was completed, they ran to Old Man Zhao almost three times a day, which was very annoying.

Niu Peng and Old Man Fan both raised their hands quickly, obviously wanting to save him again.

Fang Yu waved his hand to stop them, turned to look at Old Man Zhao and said, "Brother Zhao doesn't look good. Are you feeling unwell?"

Old Man Zhao stood up quickly and said, "I've had a lot of dreams these past two days, and I haven't slept very well. Master, please worry, I won't be in the way."

Fang Yu was a little worried, but still ordered: "It's better to go to the county and ask a doctor to come over. Even if you are not sick, he can just prescribe two tonics to warm him up. In addition, Brother Zhao is old after all, so he can't compare with them. Don't work too hard on everything." Old Man Zhao: "..."

In such a gathering of "high-end people", the young master still thinks about his old bones.

Old Man Zhao was very moved, so moved that he almost shed tears.

There is something on his mind these days... Well, no matter what happens in the next life, it is really worth it for me, Zhao Youcai, to follow the young master in this life, Old Man Zhao thought to himself.

It’s not that Mr. Zhao has a lot of drama. How many of the big shots these days would really treat their subordinates as individuals? What's more, there is such a disparity in status: the young master is a heavenly being, and they are just ants.

Others present were also very moved when they saw this scene. Liu Ji and the others' eyes were red, and Lao Liu turned away and secretly wiped his tears twice...

Fang Yu went on to explain: “The purpose of building this extended road section is for the manufacturing workshops by the river. If our supplies are not delivered in time, they will not be able to complete the (weapon) orders in time.

The second reason is that the official roads in the county are in such dilapidated condition that carriages and horses are no longer possible. I heard that the last time they were renovated was during the Wanli period. We built this road not only to facilitate ourselves, but also to people in the county to transport goods. Once the road is open, the economy will be alive. This will be very beneficial to us in the future. After all, we cannot produce everything ourselves... "

Sun Chuanting and Yang Wenyue, who were listening in the back, looked at each other and felt a little blushing.

Fortunately, they were all leading troops outside, and their faces were dark, so others couldn't tell.

Now the Ming Dynasty is so poor that the grandma's family is so poor, the national treasury is empty, and of course the local finance has no money to build roads.

After Fang Yu explained, he did not continue this embarrassing topic. Instead, he motioned to Old Liu and said, "Old Liu, let's talk about the situation by the river and Mr. Sun's order. Have we finished talking about it?"

Lao Liu stood up immediately. He held a roll of oil paper in his hand and opened it. There were four gun barrels inside.

"Master, please take a look." Old Liu carefully handed over the barrel of the gun and said, "This is just off the waterwheel. There are 164 guns in total (forty-two waterwheels). We have made every one of them." After the measurement, six of the water trucks had some problems, 12 of them were scrapped, and the other 152 water trucks were all qualified."

Fang Yu asked: "What happened to the six waterwheels? Have you found the reason?"

Old Liu looked a little ashamed and nodded: "The fixed wedge was loose. It was dark at night and I couldn't see clearly. It was only in the morning that I realized that the boring tool had been tilted out of the barrel. Don't worry, boss, they had already removed it when I came here just now." The wedge was replaced and re-adjusted.”

This is to be expected. After all, the stability of the hardwood waterwheel is inferior to that of the iron lathe.

Fang Yu took a closer look at the inner wall of the gun barrel. It was not as smooth as a mirror. Circles of boring threads could be seen with the naked eye.

Then stack the four barrels together and compare the boring holes. The holes are about the same size, but they are only about the same size and cannot be said to be completely consistent.

This kind of thing will definitely not be available in future generations. Even if it is produced in a mosquito factory in a small county, it will definitely make the customer's face full of pain.

But here, that's enough!

Next, Lao Liu and the others will carefully polish the inner walls of these barrels, and then use pedal boring to boring out a rough octagon on the outside of the handlebar (to facilitate fixing on the gun stock).

The last thing taken out will definitely be the best matchlock gun in the Ming Dynasty.

(End of this chapter)