My Red Mansion Career

Chapter 128 Improvements to Fire Guns
After seeing Jia Yu agree, the old craftsman knelt down to Jia Yu excitedly, but was stopped when he was about to kowtow.

"Old man, I know you are afraid of an accident during my test firing.

I should be thanking you, but why are you kowtowing to me instead? "

After being helped by Jia Yu, the old craftsman stood up, wiped his tears excitedly, picked up the blunderbuss and checked it carefully again, and then took out a small gourd from his waist.

He first pulled out the cork from the gourd's mouth, then poured a little gunpowder into the gunpowder pool, and then closed it.

Then he poured some gunpowder from the muzzle of the gun and stuffed it with a projectile. He punched it with a purge twice and pushed the hammer away. Then he carefully raised the gun and pointed it sixty steps ahead (about 50 steps ahead). The trigger was pulled on a wooden target [-] meters away.

"boom!"

With a burst of white smoke rising, the wooden target fell to the ground.

"it is good!"

The craftsmen around him applauded.

The old carpenter who successfully hit the target was also very happy, but he did not stop his action, but continued to shoot five more times before he stopped shooting.

Ignoring the slightly hot barrel, he inspected the barrel, body and other parts before excitedly saying to Jia Yu: "Okay...good...it is indeed a fire gun made by drilling holes.

Not only is this kind of fire blunderbuss extremely strong, soldiers do not have to worry about the risk of exploding the barrel even if they fire continuously. It can be called a sharp weapon. "

"Really good."

Jia Yu said: "But have you ever thought that there is room for further improvement of this gun?"

"Improvement?" The old man was stunned for a moment, then solemnly said: "Please give me some advice."

"Old man, look at... we can do this..."

Jia Yu told the old craftsman the idea of ​​fixing the gunpowder and granulating the black powder.

After hearing this, the old craftsman felt as if someone had pushed open the door to another world. He was so excited that he burst into tears. Regardless of Jia Yu's obstruction, he knelt down to Jia Yu again and kowtowed three times.

"The villain has lived more than 50 years in vain. If it weren't for the guidance of an adult, I'm afraid he would never understand until his death that this fire gun could be improved in this way.

The great man is so righteous that he is willing to teach such legendary methods to the villain. The villain... the villain dares not to die for the grown-up! "

"The old man speaks too seriously."

Jia Yu helplessly helped the old man up and said warmly: "Don't be like this, old man. I will still have to rely on you for many things in the future.

By the way, I haven't asked the old man for his name yet. "

The old craftsman said in fear: "My lord, I am ashamed of my little old man. I don't dare to slander my little old man, sir. Please listen to me clearly."

The villain's surname is Wu, and his single name is the character "Feng". Others call him "Old Wu Tou", so feel free to call him "Old Wu Tou". "

Jia Yu laughed. He also knew that the strict hierarchy in this era was unimaginable to future generations. If he was really too polite to him, it would make him uneasy.

Then he nodded and said: "Okay... I will call you Lao Wu. Do you think so?"

"I want... I want..."

Old Wu nodded repeatedly, his wrinkled face smiling like a blooming daisy.

Later, Jia Yu gave an order to Lao Wu and others, asking them to complete the production of five thousand muskets within seven days. After completing the instructions, he left the military camp.

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In the Cheer Hutong house next to the Huguo Temple, the mid-noon autumn wind was comfortable and pleasant. It blew the pomegranate branches and leaves, and also blew through the study room from the open window, falling between the brows of the young man in front of the desk.

Jia Yu, who was wearing a loose casual home clothes, was holding a pen and writing quickly on a stack of manuscript paper.

It turned out that he was writing a training and combat manual for the firearms battalion.

Next to him, sat a beautiful, graceful and quiet beauty.

After writing for a while, Jia Yu raised her head and asked: "Madam...why are you looking at me like this?"

Yuanchun had been sitting aside for a while. At this moment, the beauty was looking at his beautiful jade face, which was full of splendor, and her beautiful eyes were shining with a hint of obsession.

Hearing this, Yuanchun smiled admiringly and said: "My husband is quick in thinking and unsophisticated in his writing. If I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes, I would have thought that everything in the play was exaggerated."

Jia Yu laughed: "Madam, what you said is indeed true. Who doesn't know that you were enlightened at the age of four and could teach Baoyu how to read and write at the age of 12?

She has been practicing in the palace for many years, otherwise how could she hold the position of female historian. "

Yuan Chunhao shook his head slightly, "What you said is wrong. I can only say that I am just a little clever. But my husband can actually write the art of war and the military code by himself. This is a great talent."

If this method can be spread in later generations, I'm afraid there will be one more Jia Zi's art of war in the world. "

Jia Yu laughed, but she was also quite ashamed.

My family knows my own affairs, so how can I be as magical as Yuanchun said.

The reason why I dare to write training outlines and combat manuals is simply because I stand on the shoulders of giants.
Just when Jia Yu was thinking about how to be humble, Yuan Chun asked with some confusion: "But what puzzles me is, since your husband is so talented, why are your handwriting so ugly, like a child's graffiti?" .”

Yuanchun's words were like a sharp sword that instantly pierced Jia Yu's originally swollen heart.

He glared at her with some annoyance: "Madam, as the saying goes, don't tell the truth when you see through it. Isn't that too kind of you?"

Yuan Chun was amused by Jia Yu's words for a moment, and Hao Shou leaned on his shoulder and kept laughing.

Faced with his wife's doubts, Jia Yu could only repeat the excuses he had explained to Emperor Changping before.

After saying this, Yuanchun fell silent for a moment.

Thinking of her husband traveling all the way from Jinling to Shenjing, I originally thought that the Jia family could make a living for the sake of distant relatives, but I never thought that even the housekeeper of the Jia family could not see him, and in the end he almost lost his life.

After a long time, Yuan Chun put his arms around Jia Yu's waist and said quietly: "Husband, it is indeed the Jia family's fault in this matter. No wonder you will kill Yu Er's family afterwards."

"Yes!"

Jia Yu also sighed: "If it weren't for my fate, I'm afraid we would have been separated forever.

But it’s okay…”

Having said this, he hugged Yuan Chun's soft waist, gently rubbed his chin on the top of her head, smelling the faint fragrance, and felt peaceful in his heart.

"If those disciples hadn't made things difficult for me, I would have become a servant or servant of the Rongguo Mansion. How would I have the chance to meet this great beauty like you, or even marry you home?"

"That's true." Yuanchun thought for a while and burst into laughter. He felt that things in the world were really too wonderful.

Who would have thought that a distant relative who had begged the Jia Mansion to take him in would actually be promoted to the Commander of the Military and Horse Division of the Five Cities, come into the emperor's eyes, and finally become the Dragon Rider of the Jia Mansion? Quick son-in-law.

The two talked again, and Yuanchun remembered something: "Husband, I forgot to tell you something.

The mother said that she planned to send Zhou Rui and his wife, who had accompanied her in her marriage, as concubines. I wonder what your husband’s wishes were?
(End of this chapter)