"Alphonse, what is this?" Badis walked over from Alphonse's side. In fact, he has been serving as the security guard of the workshop. The person Alfred sent just now was the one he arranged for.

When he saw Alphonse appear with a young gentleman, he couldn't help but step forward and ask.

"I am..." Before Armand could introduce himself, Alphonse spoke first: "Armand de Moller, an idler, you don't need to pay attention to him, Armand, he is Badis."
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"I'm your brother!" Armand was very dissatisfied with Alphonse's introduction to him. Unexpectedly, Badis nodded calmly. After all, he did look like an idler.

"Bardis, I have designed the gun truck. You can give it to Yasuo. If there is nothing that needs to be modified, we will also work hard to make a prototype. Uncle Darren will be back in a few days, so we can set sail again in time.

Let's take a look at the test firing." Alphonse took out the drawing of the gun carriage from his pocket and handed it to Badis.

"Yeah." Badis took the drawings and went directly upstairs. It's no wonder that Alphonse wanted to instruct him on this matter. In fact, Yasuo's design room is very important. Badis would basically not go there every day if he didn't leave.

Before leaving, he had to box up and lock up all the waste paper he had discarded, not to mention the useful design drawings. Currently, only Old Couler, Mountbatten and Antoine can enter the entire workshop, and the others

They are not allowed to go upstairs.

"Have you found a job you can take on?" Alphonse turned back to Armand and asked.

"Uh...I'm still looking." Armand rolled his eyes and said helplessly. In fact, there is really nothing to find. There are very few upstream and downstream supply chains for artillery in this era, and Alphonse even made his own molds for the fusiliers and artillery.

It’s all in one piece, so apart from the raw materials, there really isn’t anything that needs to rely on other people’s steps.

"Mountbatten, how is the mold?" Alphonse walked towards Mountbatten who was gesturing in the distance to a drawing and asking the carpenter to modify the wood pattern.

"Oh, sir, the wood sample of the artillery can be determined today. We can definitely make the mold tonight, fire it up and sinter it tomorrow, and we can start casting it tomorrow afternoon." Mountbatten quickly replied, thinking about it again.

Another thing: "I have also made the flat glass mold you requested yesterday. Do you want to see if there is anything that needs to be modified?"

"Okay, bring it over." Alphonse nodded. Mountbatten quickly ran to a room to find the mold that Alphonse asked him to make. As expected, the entire workshop now likes to use plaster molds to make simple surfaces.

It is delicate, and will expand after sintering, making the surface smoother, and with high temperature resistance and hard texture, it is perfect as a mold material.

"What kind of mold is this?" Armand came up again and asked a hundred thousand reasons.

Alphonse was too lazy to pay attention to him and made some gestures with his hands. Not to mention, the mold designed by Mountbatten was an elliptical disk with a long radius of 15cm and a short radius of 10cm. The depth was less than 1cm. He probably guessed what Alphonse was going to do.

It was a mirror, which was very suitable to his liking. He smiled and handed the mold to Mountbatten and said: "This mold is very good. Let someone use it to make flat glass for the glass workers. Tell them that I want the best and most transparent glass."

The glass needs to be made flat for me. Price is not an issue. Let’s make ten first.”

"Yes." Mountbatten took the mold, went to find one of his apprentices, and told him a few words to send him the mold. Armand sneakily stepped forward and pulled Alphonse and said, "You are

Want a mirror?"

"What?" Alphonse didn't answer directly.

"We can't make such large plate glass here, and Nantes can only make palm-sized glass." Armand whispered: "If you can't give me your artillery business, how about I make this mirror for you? I know a craftsman.

, he stuck the tin foil on the mirror very well, and after baking it with fire, there were very few wrinkles."

Alphonse rolled his eyes, expecting to use this backward method of hand-applying the film and then sintering it with fire, especially controlling the melting point of tin to make it bond. Not to mention the technical difficulty of this process, the complexity and workload of this process

It is so big that Alphonse can understand why a third-grade imitation small cosmetic mirror in Nantes dares to sell for eight sous, which is a farmer's two days' income.

"You said there was a carpenter in the manor, right? I'll have someone carve a plate later, and you can process the frame for me." Alphonse thought for a while and said, "It's not a problem for a carpenter to carve one carving a day. I don't care how much you pay him.

I'll give you a purchase price of 2 livres."

Armand calculated with his fingers that a carpenter could earn up to six sous a day. Taking into account the wood and freight, a frame cost ten sous, so one frame could earn 30 sous. Both carpenters in the manor used it.

, and let two people help them, they can make at least a hundred frames a month, and earn 150 livres for themselves! If the two grocery store owners are included, they can still make money in at least a month.

50 frames, that’s 150 frames a month, an income of 225 livres!

"No matter how much I can do, will I accept it?" Armand thought for a while and asked.

"I want three hundred per month. If I want more in the future, I will inform you." Alphonse thought for a while and replied. If Armand finds another factory to process, he will get one or two thousand a month.

Man, this might cost his life.

"300? It's a bit much... Oh, I mean no problem." Armand counted on his fingers. These 300 can bring him a profit of 450 livres a month, which is enough to turn his money into one at a time.

The annual income has increased from 1,300 livres to 6,700 livres, which is enough for him to spend as he pleases!

"Let's go back. I'll draw a picture and let the carpenter make a sample for you." Alphonse asked Mountbatten again to find out the specific dimensions of the mold, and then took Armand back to the house.

Since Mountbatten told him that the new cannon can be cast tomorrow afternoon, it is estimated that the ceramic tubes will be fired tomorrow morning. When he comes over tomorrow afternoon, he can get the plate glass and ask the carpenter to make the frame for him.

With the template, you can also watch the birth of new cannons, which can be said to be killing three birds with one stone!

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After returning to the house, Alphonse sent Old Anda to drive Armand in a carriage to visit the Desaix family and the Morty family. After all, they were Alphonse's father's close friends during his lifetime. It would be unfair if Armand did not visit them when he came to Calais.

It was really unreasonable; and Alphonse himself went back to the room and thought about the mirror for a while.

Armand just told him that Nantes used the tin-pasting method to paste simple glass into mirrors, but their skills were not enough, so they didn’t have high-quality products. If he didn’t use the tin-mercury mirror-making method, could he use tin-pasting?

How about openly opening a factory to make mirrors and sell them? Thinking of this, Alphonse asked Alfred to find him a pair of copper pliers with wooden handles, bought some tin ingots, tinfoil and mercury, and planned to try using stickers tomorrow night.

Use the tin method to make mirrors, and if that fails, use the tin amalgam mirror making method.

In the evening, after Armand came back, Alphonse asked Old Anda to take Armand to a nearby tailor shop to temporarily order a new suit. After all, there was a banquet to be held at home for the Desai family and the Morty family.

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"Alphonse." Will Morty got out of the car with his wife and daughter, and saw Alphonse already standing at the door waiting for them.

"Uncle Will, Aunt Monica, and cute little Betty." Alphonse smiled and greeted the three of them one by one, and welcomed them into the hall and sat down.

"Although you are brothers, you are really not as good as the eldest brother. I feel like you are like an older brother." Will Morty said with a smile as he walked. Although he did not mention him by name, it was clear that Armand's performance was really not that good.

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"That's right, what he said was so annoying, and he even said that I should go to the nuns to further my studies." Little Betty also complained.

"Don't listen to him, you are so cute." Alphonse smiled. He knew immediately that it must be Betty who talked too much, so Will humbly said that the child was neglectful. As a result, Armand was probably like a fool.

My suggestion is that it would be much better to send the nuns to study for a period of time. You are right to speak your mind, but if someone just says something modestly and you take it seriously, then do you still want to lose face?

"Where's Sister An?" Little Betty sat down on the sofa and picked up the coconut sugar from Southeast Asia on the table. While eating, she asked about An's whereabouts.

"She left for Amsterdam in the morning. She has very important things to do." Alphonse reached out and rubbed her little head and asked: "Do you have anything to ask Sister An?"

"Well, I want to hear her tell stories." Little Betty nodded and replied, "Daddy is either telling me about the patients or about things on the ship. I've long been tired of hearing it."

"Haha!" Alphonse glanced at Will Morty, who looked like a sad old father, and then smiled and continued to ask: "What story can Ann tell you? She is a little money addict, except for money.

I don’t care about anything.”

"Sister An told me the story of how she ran away from home before." Little Betty glanced at her parents warily before whispering to Alphonse: "She is a real warrior, and she went out alone to make a fortune."
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"You must not learn from this. You will be sold to the Ottomans as slaves." Alphonse threatened: "The pirate king of the Mediterranean, Hayreddin Barbarossa, was a terrible pagan who sold everyone who ate pork to

The Ottomans worked as slaves; they were only given one meal a day, had to do the work of two people, and were beaten at every turn. Many people did not survive there for more than a year!"

"Really?" Little Betty, who didn't know that Hayredin died a hundred years ago, covered her mouth.

"People at sea call him the Red-bearded Pirate King. Some say he killed too many people and dyed his beard red. Others say he eats children!" Alphonse began to develop in the direction of horror stories.

"Ah! It's so scary!" Little Betty jumped into her mother's arms. For children, pirates can definitely make them more afraid of the outside world than longing for it.

"Don't worry, Calais will get better and better in the future with the efforts of my brother and your father. You will never have to worry about pirates in Calais." Alphonse quickly comforted him.
Chapter completed!