Taking Yasuo Chris and his Falcon Cannon back to his old house in a carriage, Alphonse finally understood the past of this fat uncle roughly on the way. Yasuo Chris, whose full name is Yasuo.

So Cris Rod Sanchez, a Portuguese gunsmith, joined the Moller Chamber of Commerce 25 years ago and is the merchant ship gunner and gunsmith of the Moller Chamber of Commerce. Yes, it was Alphonse's grandfather 25 years ago.

, the Moller Gold Anchor Workshop was actually the Moller Artillery Workshop, which cast the 3-pound Spanish Falcon Cannon; but due to the riots in 1940, Alphonse's uncle Fellman went to Africa and sold the family's only 200-ton merchant ship.

Taken away, Yasuo stayed in the artillery workshop and concentrated on casting cannons; the good times did not last long, as the cannon-casting technology in the surrounding major maritime cities greatly improved, the artillery workshop business plummeted, so Alphonse's father decided to change it to

Anchor workshop, Yasuo returned to his hometown to learn more advanced cannon casting technology; several years passed, until Mr. Antoine took charge of the anchor workshop, Yasuo returned to Calais once, but saw the entire

All the artillery factories in Calais closed down and only one was left. Yasuo did not persuade Antoine or Alphonse's father to continue making cannons, but returned to Portugal again, until this time he appeared on the streets of Calais again.

"Master Alphonse, are you interested in this falcon cannon?" Yasuo followed him into the house, and a familiar man unloaded the falcon cannon weighing more than 100 kilograms from the car onto the cannon truck, patted the cannon and pointed it at Ah Suo.

Fang Si boasted: "Although it is still a six-pound gun, after years of research and improvement, the rate of fire can reach a maximum of four shots in twenty seconds, and it can also fire nine-pound grape bullets!"

"The Falcon Cannon is worthless, even Spain doesn't use it anymore." Alfred objected without hesitation.

"That's nonsense. I won't allow you to insult my baby like this." Yasuo pointed at Alfred and refuted loudly.

"If I am talking nonsense, why would you let your baby live on the street? I guess you are planning to sell your baby." Alfred replied without changing his expression.

Yasuo suddenly felt like a deflated balloon. He really planned to sell this thing. As Alfred said before, everyone thought it was a work of art rather than an artillery piece.

"Yasuo, you said it can fire nine pounds of grapeshot?" Alphonse asked with a smile.

"Of course, I have tried it. You see, this sub-cannon is actually thinner than the barrel. It can even put nine pounds of grape bullets in it. Isn't it easy to fire it? And after my improvement, even

Its sub-cannons are covered with a layer of oil-soaked skin, which greatly improves the air tightness. Nine-pound grapeshot can be launched three hundred meters away!" Yasuo replied proudly.

Alphonse looked back at Alfred, only to see that he still maintained a sneer, but he also understood what Alfred was thinking: he could fire nine pounds of grape bullets, which meant that he could only fire six pounds of solid bullets.

There are artillery shells; besides, there are only twelve nine-pound grape bullets, covering a distance of 300 meters. It’s crazy that the impact point can hit people...

"It seems lighter than I thought?" Alphonse continued to ask with a smile.

"Yes, when those rookies came to cast it, a six-pound gun like this plus four sub-cannons weighed about 300 pounds. I improved it. The barrel weighed 120 pounds and each sub-cannon weighed less than 30 pounds. But

Even if you fire forty rounds in a row, it won't blow up." Yasuo continued to show off, and seeing Alphonse's move, he immediately added: "As long as 100 livres, yes, as long as 100 livres, it's yours.

of."

"The market price of a six-pounder is 30 livres." Alfred said sarcastically: "I recommend you sell it for 200 livres, because it can be an exquisite work of art."

"You! Damn it, why did God give you a mouth? It's also spitting shit!" Yasuo shouted angrily, then turned to look at Alphonse, looking at him expectantly.

"I bought it as you said, Yasuo, for 100 livres." Alphonse smiled and said, turned around and started to walk into the house. As he walked, he continued to speak: "This time I come to Calais.

, how long do you plan to stay?"

"I'm probably going to leave soon." Yasuo left the cannon cart and followed Alfred. After all, it was sold and he no longer had to worry about it. As he walked, he followed Alphonse's footsteps and said: "

Master Alphonse, you have helped me a lot. In fact, my son is getting married. I am now raising money everywhere. I really have no choice but to sort out all my belongings in Calais and sell them."
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"Damn, isn't it new?" Alfred also caught up.

"Hehe, it was twenty years ago." Yasuo scratched his head and said awkwardly to Alphonse: "I am really short of money. That damn noble lady actually asked for a thousand livres in gift money. I think back then

I didn’t even spend 20 livres, and I’ve already made the child fucking pregnant.”

"You are already very lucky. My eldest brother just got married not long ago and spent a full 10,000 livres." Alphonse smiled and replied: "Because of this, he had to spend most of his assets in Calais

They were all sold to me."

"Even if you marry a queen, she is not worth ten thousand livres! God, such a woman is born to harm us men!" Yasuo ignored the black lines on Alfred's face and continued to complain.

"Yasuo, I want to restart the cannon-making business, and I'll start with this falcon cannon." Entering the living room, Alphonse poured Yasuo a glass of whiskey, while he poured a cup of hot cocoa and drank it.
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"Uh... Master Alphonse, I think you really need to think about it carefully." Yasuo, who had already sold the Falcon Cannon, seemed a little embarrassed at this time. He weighed it and said: "After all, its demand is getting narrower and narrower.

It’s smaller, and now many civilian artillery pieces are twelve-pounders.”

"No, no, no, I think the requirements for twelve pounds and six pounds are different, and your Falcon Cannon can even fire nine pounds of grapeshot." Alphonse smiled.

"But three hundred meters is too far. You may not be able to kill a person even if you fire ten rounds." Yasuo looked back at Alfred and said guiltily, but he didn't know that Alphonse also felt this way.

Know everything.

"Of course you can't hit anyone at three hundred meters, but what about thirty meters? Or even ten meters?" Alphonse asked with a smile.

"Ten meters? Then it must be an unimaginable disaster! You want to put it on the wall of the bastion?" Yasuo opened his eyes wide. After all, only sieges have such a close shooting range.

"No, no, no, the city defense cannon you mentioned is not bad, but I'm not thinking that far right now. What I'm thinking of is the nine-pound short-range rapid-fire cannon installed on the bow or side of the ship. When the pirates approach the ship, a cannon will

Within 20 seconds, 48 ​​lead bullets can be fired, and they are grape bullets several times larger than lead bullets. It only takes two..." Alphonse blinked and replied.

"Just like an infantry company!" Yasuo's eyes widened even more. It was incredible. When a pirate ship boarded a merchant ship in a chaotic manner, fifty or sixty sailors were shot by dozens of grape bullets before they could join the gang.

, and it was a linear front. After a wave of fire, it fired again in about five seconds. After twenty seconds, the entire deck was already covered with corpses and blood...

"What do you think?" Alphonse smiled.

"What a genius idea! Master Alphonse, this is an unimaginably good idea. Two six-pound Falcon cannons can be worth an infantry company. This is the best idea!" Yasuo patted his thigh.

said happily.

"To be precise, it should be called a nine-pounder short-range rapid-fire cannon. After all, a six-pounder cannon is worth 30 livres, while a nine-pounder cannon is worth 60 livres." Alphonse smiled and turned to look at Alf.

Reid asked: "Mr. Alfred, are the original cannon-making equipment still there?"

"It has been sitting in the warehouse for decades..." Alfred said awkwardly. After all, the artillery factories in Calais were closed down at that time, and the equipment could not be sold at all. As a result, it stayed there for decades. God knows how many more can be used.

Used?

"Those who can only make three-pound cannons are different from six-pound cannons." Yasuo shook his head and said helplessly.

"It doesn't matter. Let's go to the warehouse tomorrow. I have a better idea." Alphonse smiled and waved his hand and continued: "Otherwise, just buy a new one."

"Do you have any good ideas?" Yasuo asked again.

"Let's go have dinner first, Mr. Alfred. You can help Mr. Yasuo prepare a room and stay here at night." Alphonse smiled and shook his head and replied, not in a hurry, he planned to do it later.

Ask Alfred about Yasuo's character first, and then decide whether to use him as an important craftsman.

…

"Mr. Alfred." After Alfred prepared the room for Yasuo, he was about to go to the kitchen to prepare dinner when he was stopped by Alphonse who was standing in the corridor at the door.

"Sir." Alfred seemed to have guessed what Alphonse wanted to say, and walked closer to Alphonse and whispered back.

"Do you think Mr. Yasuo can be trusted?" Alphonse asked softly, looking into the distance, because what happens next may very well determine whether he can make his first pot of gold, so he not only needs to choose an excellent caster

The gunner must be a trustworthy person, otherwise he would rather force Antoine to learn how to cast cannons than let Yasuo steal his unique secret!

"I think so. He can be considered a friend of your father's, and he has worked for the Mohler family for many years." Alfred was silent for about a minute before slowly replying.

"Well, thank you for your suggestion." Alphonse knew that Alfred was not 100% sure that he was trustworthy, but there was an 80% certainty that Alphonse would take a gamble...

During dinner, Alphonse and Yasuo chatted while drinking. Of course, Yasuo was talking most of the time, talking about his decades of cannon-making career, his maritime career, and of course again talking about...

Arriving at Alphonse’s grandfather, Alphonse unexpectedly learned that Calais was once a dark port, and Alphonse’s grandfather, Old Victor, was the organizer of the dark port!

The so-called black port is a private port without official tax collectors. Smuggling and pirates would choose to dock in such a port. As the organizer of the black port, old Victor was still well-known in the local and even surrounding pirate circles; it is a pity.

, dead people cannot be resurrected, and old Victor has been dead for more than 20 years. These prestige has long been turned into yesterday's flowers, and can no longer bring any help to Alphonse...

"Didn't you just ask me if I had any good ideas?" Alphonse thought about it again and again, and finally asked.

"Oh, yes, what's a good idea?" Yasuo put down his wine glass, and his eyes that were a little confused after drinking refocused.

"Yasuo, you see, now when casting cannons, water is poured into the barrel to allow it to cool down and shrink stronger." Alphonse smiled and said, "What if we add water to the barrel?"
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"Cracked?" Yasuo said blankly.

"No, the gun barrel will shrink in the opposite direction, the inner wall will be tighter, and the caliber will be increased." This is a self-tightening technology for gun barrels that was only discovered in the 19th century, but in fact, to put it bluntly, it is not technically difficult at all, as long as it is slightly

You can conquer it if you work hard!

"Genius! This is indeed possible." Yasuo thought for a while and replied with a slap on his thigh.

"However, it is still difficult to add water to the barrel. We can make a hollow inner mold and then add water into the hollow tube." Alphonse said.

"But cannons are made from sand molds, so they can't be hollowed out." Yasuo replied awkwardly.

"Change a mold, such as a pottery mold or another mold, and that will be fine." Alphonse replied,

"Well, if you put it this way, you have a better chance of success." Yasuo said happily.

"Join us again, Yasuo, I can give you a very high salary." Alphonse stretched out his hand and said with a smile.

"I thought you would say realize your dream." Yasuo stretched out his hand and said awkwardly.

"We are all adults. Money is enough. What do we want to dream about?" Alphonse laughed and held Yasuo's hand.
Chapter completed!