The Big Landlord

The Shangshu of the Ministry of Military Affairs is Yu Zheng, but the private artillery workshop does not need to be approved by him.

There are many private labor camps in Daya, almost all over Da Ya, so it is impossible for Yu Zheng to approve and later change to another way.

For example, a wealthy businessman wants to build a private peasant workshop in Changzhou. It only needs to apply to the local government, but it must pass the consent of the prefect.

An Ziran wants to be approved by the prefect of Changzhou in Changzhou.

The prefect of Changzhou has always been the predecessor of the surnamed Huang. Because of the disaster situation in Changzhou, not many officials are willing to transfer to Changzhou as a prefect. Most of them will be transferred to neutrals, or they will not be attached to other Faction, or offending others.

However, the Huang Zhifu was lucky. After one year, he happened to meet An Ziran and Fu Wutian. Otherwise, in two years, he will step on the footsteps of the predecessors of Changzhou and be taken to other small places to be a small person. Small county magistrate.

Because of the escape, the Huang Zhifu was very grateful to Fu Wutian.

After the situation in Changzhou became better, no other faction came to win him, but he did not dare to directly accept it. No one knew more than Fu Tiantian’s appeal in Changzhou.

Although the king of the king is not happy with the present sanctuary, he has the ability to have no support for the holy. If he can get his care, even if there is no peace, at least he can live through this life safely and securely. Huang Zhifu has little ambition. .

After Fu Wutian went to the door, Huang Zhifu even agreed to the process without even doing it.

The next day, he sent a letter to the Junzi City, and opened several martial arts workshops in the Ming Dynasty. The names of the people who started the workshop were also written.

Naturally, such a small matter would not be presented to Yu Zheng, but to a young official who was promoted by a Yu family. The young official just took a casual look and stamped a red cinnabar.

Later, An Ziran's arsenal was famous. This letter was discovered by Yu Zheng, and the young official was almost ashamed to commit suicide.

After the decision, An Ziran let Guan Wei send him a few pounds of cotton, and then pulled Fu Tiantian the coolie to scream in the room.

Because there is no cotton in this world, there is no so-called cotton armor. Therefore, the armor worn by the soldiers on the battlefield is iron armor. The heavy armor, except for a small amount of fabric, is mostly made of iron. It is very heavy. .

This kind of iron armor is too poorly breathable. When it is put on in the summer, the whole person will be bored in an iron stove, can live to suffocate people, and winter can not keep warm, how many soldiers are hot or frozen for these two reasons.

However, even though the shortcomings of the armor are very serious, the soldiers can only wear them. To protect their lives, they must do so. Even if they know that they may die at any time, they must seize this small opportunity. Because they don’t wear them, they will Die faster.

The cotton armor that An Ziran has to do is made of cotton. The cotton armor has a good cold-proof ability, and the breathability is also very strong. The most important thing is that the well-made cotton armor can still be invulnerable and directed at these three advantages. If the cotton armor is unpopular, he will write down the three words of An Ziran.

"Wang, what are you going to do?"

Fu Wutian watched him wet the cotton, and then repeatedly beat it with a wooden stick. After a few shots, his Wang Hao put the stick into his hand and let him shoot.

Fu Wutian slammed a few times, and the table was slammed and finally could not bear it. The bang was disintegrated.

The people outside heard the sound, and thought that there was a big battle inside, and the people passing by were shocked. Shao Fei, who just ran across the situation, almost rushed in, but fortunately he was dragged.

"Lie Guan, do you say that Wang Ye and Wang Hao are fighting inside?" Shao Fei looked curious. Before Wang Hao said that he would use cotton to make something, but listening to this sound is not like it, the fight is almost the same.

Guan took a look at him. "Do you think it is possible?"

Shao Fei grabbed his head. "I just don't know to ask you."

"Even if it is really a fight, it is another way of fighting." Guan Yan suddenly said meaningfully.

Shao Fei didn't understand after listening. He wanted to ask, but the closed door was opened. An Ziran came out from the inside. Followed by Fu Wutian holding a stick, Shao Fei looked at them up and down. It really didn't look like frame.

"Wang Ye, Wang Hao, what are you doing just now, how is the sound so big?"

Shao Fei ran to them and immediately couldn’t wait to ask.

An Ziran did not answer, but let Guan Wei find someone to make a stone bed and put it in the yard. Only the stone bed can bear Fu Tian’s strength. Otherwise, he will destroy a table in a few times, and no more tables are estimated. He is ruined, but this is something he lacked before.

Guan Wei did not have so many problems with Shao Fei. Anyway, he knew it. He immediately told him to go down. The next day, the stone bed was ready. There are many stone beds in Shitai, so there is no need to customize it. However, it was troublesome to ship, and many people were hired to carry it to the yard.

In the afternoon, An Ziran began to let Fu Wutian use a wooden stick to beat the cotton with water, until the cotton was compressed into a thin cotton film to stop, and then began to pat the second cotton piece, so repeated for nearly an hour.

Fu Wutian did not scream a tired word, but only a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, or An Ziran thoughtfully posted him and let him stop.

"Wang, let's take a break."

An Ziran used his sleeves to help him wipe off his thin sweat on his forehead.

Fu Wutian threw away the stick and licked the slightly numb arm.

"This is still difficult to beat the king. When I was at the border, the king had done a harder, longer task than this."

Fu Xiao is not only a very serious general, but also a very strict embarrassment. To treat Fu Wutian, the only son, he not only does not give preferential treatment, but is stricter than ordinary soldiers. Others can rest as long as they complete a certain amount every day. He has to complete Double.

At the beginning, Fu Wutian had to do it in the middle of the night every day. Fu Xiao never gave his son a mercy. Only Fu Wangxi occasionally distressed his son, but her objection was also invalid.

An Ziran then said to Guan Wei: "I have you asked the people you are looking for?"

Guan Wei replied: "Return to Wang Hao, I have already found it. I will arrange for them to rest and call them at any time."

"Not needed for the time being.

"An Ziran gave Fu Wutian all the cotton sheets he had beaten." You sent these things to the cloth pulping workshop. You can do it according to the flow of the paddles. As for Shao Fei, you go to the blacksmith to buy dozens of pieces of iron. It doesn't have to be too big, a piece... it's so big. ”

An Ziran uses his hands to compare size.

After Shao Fei saw it, he nodded. "Wang Hao assured, I must do it properly."

The two immediately split their actions, because Anziran had a lot of iron pieces. The average iron shop could not be prepared for so many spares, so it took some time. When Shao Fei came back, he only brought a dozen pieces. Others can only be customized. I will get the goods tomorrow afternoon.

In the lobby, An Ziran stood behind Fu Wutian for his shoulders, and he worked hard for an hour. The cotton film was really laborious, but he didn’t have to do it himself when the military workshop opened.

Fu Wutian enjoys his service with his eyes closed. He usually serves Wang Hao. This time, it feels very good. After a while, Fu Wutian suddenly asked:

"Wang Wang used these to make a piece of cotton film but to make clothes?"

An Ziran made a move, some accidents, and bowed his head to his sight. "How did Wang Ye guess it?"

"You are not letting Guan Wei find a few women who know how to embroider. What else can you do besides making clothes?" Fu Wutian took a natural tone.

An Ziran shook his head helplessly, embroidering and making clothes are two different things. Most of the embroidery will make clothes, but they will not necessarily know how to make clothes. Embroidery is actually a fine workmanship. However, Fu Wutian is not a Mongolian, because the cotton film is made into such a thin piece, and then the paddle will become very hard, and the embroidery needle will be difficult to penetrate.

"You guessed it, but what I am going to do is not ordinary clothes, but something called cotton armor."

Fu Wutian suddenly opened his eyes, "cotton armor?"

An Ziran was on his gaze, and his eyes were a flash of smile. "It is exactly what Wang Ye thought."

Although I haven't seen it before, Fu Wutian has linked the iron piece, the paddle and the cotton piece, and I have imagined the look of the cotton armor.

"So, this king will have to see and see for himself."

Fu Wutian's eyes are slightly bright, and the voice is full of expectation. He has been playing for more than ten years. No one knows the shortcomings of the armor. Although many soldiers have saved their lives because of the armor, there are also many deaths due to the armor.

An Ziran said: "But the prince can not be too happy too early. Regarding the cotton armor, I only know about it, and I have to experiment with it later."

He only knows the principle of bulletproof vests, but before listening to his companions, the principles of cotton armor and body armor are similar, but similar, some details still have to be pondered.

"This king believes in Wang Hao."