The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan were hiding in the backyard of Qianzhuang, anxiously waiting for the news.

Although Fang Jifan's righteousness is Bo Yuntian, it is not uncommon for these **** sailors to speak righteousness.

Said so many tearful words today, the face is enough.

But if these **** sailors and sailors demand money for death, don't you see the real money?

Then it was really done. So many copperplates, as well as the designed paper and the craftsman of printing, all did useless work.

Without the gold and silver of these sailors, as a reserve, Fang Jifan did not dare to open a bank.

In this era, the financial system is especially fragile. Any rumor may run, and to establish credit, one has to stand in the run of many runs and build credit.

To put it bluntly, even the best reputation is not worth the real gold and silver in stock.

But once these real gold and silver were replaced by the sailors with gold and silver tickets, then ... Qianzhuang would have a firm foothold.

In the future, Fang Jifan can even ask merchants to buy Xishan's glass and anthracite, and they must also use gold and silver tickets. Xishan's wool must also be traded with gold and silver tickets. These are popular products. When you buy goods, you don't have to worry about sales.

After all, there is no other branch in the whole world.

This will encourage a large number of merchants to have to exchange gold and silver tickets everywhere. When merchants need gold and silver tickets to circulate, some business activities can be facilitated through gold and silver tickets, and once people are convinced The credit of gold and silver tickets confirms that the paper in their hands can be exchanged at any time, and more and more people will accept this simple and convenient currency.

After waiting for the most part of the hour, Wang Jinyuan hurried to the backyard. His mouth was dry and sweaty. When he saw the prince and Fang Jifan, he was too late to salute, but gasped, poured a cold tea, and sipped: Master, it ’s proper. The gold and silver tickets released were worth 93.52 million. The rest were all taken away by the sailors and sailors. "

Zhu Hou Zhaole was happy.

In fact, he didn't know anything about finance.

May not know what this promotion of gold and silver tickets means, but Zhu Houzhao does not care, he enjoys the fun of success.

Fang Jifan couldn't help feeling: "Our soldiers and civilians are really kind."

This year's leek is really ... easy to cut.

The major event has been decided. Next, it is time to start operations. As long as the credit is guaranteed, it can deal with all kinds of gossip, gold and silver tickets, and will soon become more and more popular.

But at this time, someone outside hurriedly came: "His Royal Highness, Captain, the British came to serve the purpose of seeing His Royal Highness and Captain."

Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan glanced at each other, and since they knew Zhang Mao's intention, they were all happy, and Zhu Houzhao came alive: "Let's go and see."

Arrived at the town's government, the British official stretched his face and waited anxiously.

He was very busy. Early tomorrow morning, he had to get up early, bathe and change clothes, and had no time to spend time here.

See Prince and Fang Jifan coming.

Zhang Mao first saluted Zhu Houzhao: "Have seen your Highness."

Fang Jifan saluted Zhang Mao: "I have seen Shi Bo."

In front of the prince, Zhang Mao was inconvenienced and barely smiled: "His Royal Highness, under the orders of His Majesty, come here ... thoroughly investigate the explosion of the artillery of the Wanggong Factory." Then he took out the drawing: "This drawing, Fang Xian's nephew offered it. "

Fang Jifan said: "Yes."

Zhang Mao said: "After the offer, Wang Gong plant built the artillery according to the drawings, but it was exploded, which triggered the suspicion of the Manchu capital. The civil and military officials are all looking sideways. The consequences are very serious."

The implication is to tell Fang Jifan, stop later, don't cause trouble.

Fang Jifan said: "Shi Bo, nephew this drawing, there is no problem at all, nephew can use his own head guarantee."

"..." Zhang Mao doesn't like people who lift bars, and Fang Jifan, who has always been a barbie, is ... used to it.

Zhang Mao's beard: "Well, the old man's intention is this. I heard that Xishan also cast a gun, which was cast according to the drawings. Your majesty old man came here to see.

He said lightly.

Is quite unbelievable.

Speaking of artillery, Zhang Mao is also considered an old connoisseur. When his father was alive, Zhang Mao grew up in the barracks. The Ming army ’s sharpest weapon was the artillery. It is said that when Zhang Mao was a baby, his father Zhang Fu also inserted Zhang Mao into the cannon. Zhang Mao wailed inside, this is called training cannon fodder.

Zhang Mao only said: "Okay, take the old man to see."

Zhu Houzhao was energetic: "Very good, very good, Zhang Qing's family, this palace personally takes you to Houshan. Liu Banpan ..."

As soon as he talked about Liu Banpan, he was busy with an eunuch.

This **** is naturally not Liu Jin, but Zhang Yong of the East Palace.

Zhang Yong smiled at Zhu Houzhao.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help feeling a bit melancholy and said, "This palace is wrong again."

Zhang Yong immediately looked like a mourning concubine: "This is because His Highness was a man of great affection and righteousness. Prior to his father's death, he was a kind man, not only His Royal Highness, but also a servant, and he missed him all the time. I want to flow down, ha ha ha ... slave maid wants to cry ... slave maid really wants to cry ... "He couldn't help but actually laughed, but Zhang Yong knew he couldn't laugh, he was busy trying to stretch his face and pose Ms. Ruru looked like a mourner, but she could n’t hide her joy, but could n’t help laughing. Zhang Yong was scared suddenly, and said in her heart that she could n’t laugh, so the face was crying and laughing, fickle, and simply pulling her throat. Howling: "Ha ha ha ..." Covering your heart: "Woo woo ... slave damn, slave servant thought of Liu Gonggong's voice and smile, thinking that he was under the spring, he must ... The slave-servant, the slave-servant and him are like brothers. The slave-servant's heart is like a knife cut. The slave-servant is uncomfortable ... ah hahaha ... really uncomfortable ... "

Zhu Houzhao was angry, and Zhang Yong slapped.

Zhang Yong was suddenly shot and flew. This time, he really cried and wailed: "Oh!" Rolled on the ground, hit a roll, immediately transformed into a transparent person, hiding beside, carefully licking the wound.

"Dog-like things!" Zhu Houzhao scolded.

Then, Zhu Houzhao snorted.

It ’s still good to Liu Jin. I actually found out that this palace is a bit sorry for him. Poor Liu Jin has no bones ...

Zhu Hou sank to the bottom.

Zhang Yong stood aside, full of grievances, grievances in his heart, but I do n’t know how, when he thought of Liu Jin, he wanted to laugh. In any case, he could not restrain his inner joy. This is a disease. Take a look.

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Everyone arrived in Houshan, and an artillery had already been erected here.

Zhang Weiyu took the family with Zhang and got the news long ago, carefully wiped the gun body.

This is a baby, it's the Zhang family eating guy.

I heard that Shouning Hou came back, and the **** guy actually came back ... Zhang Weiyu and the clan people were thrilled, fearing that Shouning Hou, and holding a signboard to take advantage, they were afraid, really afraid, looking at the artillery Zhang Weiyu showed a general spoiling of children.

After seeing a group of people, there was a familiar figure among the crowd.

Yes ... Shouning Hou Zhang Heling.

This piece of Heling is still his second uncle, Zhang Weiyu busy looking down, pretending not to see Zhang Heling.

Zhang Heling came here to join in the excitement. The sailors and sailors all said goodbye. He did n’t leave. He stayed deliberately. He remembered that in the back kitchen of the dining room, there seemed to be several large pots of beef that did n’t come up. My meal is also saved, beautiful. He fixed his eyes on the Prince and Fang Jifan. Wherever they went, he went wherever he was. What was his face? Was beef delicious?

He came to Houshan happily at this time, and as soon as he saw Zhang Weiyu and others, he looked up at the sky.

Poor relatives, I hate it. Who knows if these hungry poor relatives will come to take advantage of themselves? Well, I am also very poor. This group of poor ghosts wants to withhold money from Benhou every day. Soso, what do you want to do?

The atmosphere is a bit awkward.

Zhang Weiyu stepped forward and saluted Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan.

But Zhang Mao quickly turned his eyes on the artillery.

He held the drawing in his hand and looked up and down at the gun body.

This artillery is really famous, and it looks exactly like the one on the design drawings.

The steel used in the gun body is actually more delicate than the ordinary artillery.

He squeezed the gun body: "There is no air hole?"

Fang Jifan shook his head.

Zhang Mao said, "This is weird."

It should be noted that the iron thing ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ should be exercised, because there is air in it, so the inside of the iron has air holes. The general method is to wrought iron, that is, in the usual sense, the blacksmith is holding a hammer and constantly responding to this Wrapping the wrought iron is like kneading the dough, rubbing the air out of it.

Therefore, there is only the saying that one hundred forged steels, this one thousand hammers and hundreds of hardenings, is actually to describe this way of making steel.

But the problem is that if you make a sword, this method is no problem, but the castable cannon is different. A gun can weigh up to a thousand pounds. Is such a large amount of engineering really impossible?

Especially in these years, the armament is slack, and such hundred-forged steels are becoming rarer. Most of the artillery is cast, and the steel materials used are very ordinary, because there is air in the steel, and the bubbles form after a long time. The hollow, but the gun body is also potholes, the strength of the barrel is visible.

But this is not tight, the strength is not enough, you can use the thickness to make up, in order to avoid this fragile barrel can not withstand the impact of gunpowder eruption in the barrel, so as not to explode the bore, the craftsmen invented a very clever way to continuously strengthen The thickness of the barrel, an iron lump piled up, no matter what gunpowder, you try to blow it.

Zhang Mao is accustomed to that the artillery should be potholes, knocking, there is a little hollow inside, like this smooth surface artillery, it is rare.

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