After packing up their equipment, the group started underground and headed to the Firearms Research Institute.

This firearms research institute is quite old, and it was one of the first projects that Founder started as soon as he established himself.

Initially, it was to study the use of gunpowder. After the gunpowder was successfully developed, it began to transition to the study of firearms.

When everyone arrived at the Firearms Research Institute, they discovered that the door was open and no one was working inside.

Looking from outside the door, there were more than ten people in total, playing cards in twos and threes, and some even had notes plastered on their faces.

When the people playing cards in the house saw a stranger coming, they rushed to greet him!

"A rare visitor! A rare visitor! Ah, isn't this Mr. Xie? Did the master ask you to come?"

Xie Xian looked at the person coming and couldn't help being speechless for a while.

The boy in front of me is named Mo Xiaohu. He is a classmate of Zhao Lie, and he is quite poor at studying.

In my impression, during class, he only drew and played with ink sticks, and he couldn't listen to the class at all.

He had to barely learn how to write before he could graduate, but he didn't expect to be entrusted with an important task here!

Looking at Mo Xiaohu's hopeful look, Xie Xian nodded and said, "Yes, I'm here to get some things."

"Get something? Didn't the master ask you to allocate funds?" Mo Xiaohu's expression was visibly disappointed.

"Funding? What kind of funding? I've never heard of it." Xie Xian was confused.

Zhao Lie explained with a smile: "After I came to Beijing, I stopped the funding for the Firearms Research Institute. Now that there is no gunpowder, they have no money to make firearms, so they can only draw there with the blueprints."

Mo Xiaohu's face was downcast: "Yeah, forget it if you don't give me the money! I even took away most of the people from the Firearms Institute!"

"Mr. Xie, please help me to ask the master to allocate some money to the firearms institute, otherwise we will all be ruined!"

Xie Xian sighed.

He still doesn't understand what the situation is, whether it's funded or not.

Can’t we do research if we don’t have money? It’s ridiculous. Wouldn’t it be enough if we just have pen, ink, paper and inkstone?

I have studied the books of sages for half my life, but they are just pen, ink, paper and inkstones. If there are results, the master will definitely provide funds for large-scale manufacturing of firearms, so what else can be spent? I can’t understand.

"Xiaohu...if you are short of people, I can ask the master to help you get some people."

"It doesn't matter whether you have enough money or not. Is it because we don't have enough pens, ink, and paper? I'll send someone to bring you some later." Xie Xian consoled him.

Seeing that he didn't understand, Mo Xiaohu became anxious instantly!

Tiaojiao said: "Money! You can't do anything without money... Gun barrels... To make a suitable gun barrel, more than a hundred of them must be scrapped!"

"Skilled blacksmiths also need to spend money... they have to use good steel... and..."

"You can't use ordinary people. How much time will it take to teach you from scratch?"

"Now most of the people in our institute have been allocated to the newly established steam station, with a funding of 200,000 taels a year! Those idiots use it to boil water!"

"Last month, the bastard from the steam station came to taunt us and gave us a pot, saying that it would make stew meat faster. Two people from our institute were bombed into the hospital with that broken pot of stew meat!! Mr.

Don’t even care!”

"Our two thousand taels a year are not enough for our brothers to go to Xueyue Tower for prostitution! Is this fair!!?"

Xie Xian and Zhao Lie looked at each other.

The people at the Firearms Institute are in really good shape...

"Isn't it about research funding? You take the research funding instead of doing research and go to whoring. No wonder I don't give you money. There's nothing I can do about it!" Xie Xian said helplessly.

Mo Xiaohu frowned: "Why do we spend our own research funds? This is what other research institutes in the county do! We are usually under a lot of pressure and have no inspiration. Isn't it unreasonable to use research funds to find inspiration?"

It seems to make sense... Xie Xian held his chin and thought for a moment, then two words came out of his mouth: "It's reasonable!"

"Very reasonable!" Zhao Lie added.

Isn’t it perfectly reasonable to use research funds to do some personal things just to find inspiration?

"Ahem...ah, I understand. I will tell the master later, but I have to see if you have anything valuable here first."

Mo Xiaohu suddenly showed surprise: "Yes, yes! Let's go inside!"

"I have a treasure here that I have never seen before! Keep it to your satisfaction!"

After that, he took the two of them and walked inside.

Entering the firearms laboratory, Xie Xian couldn't help but open his mouth when he saw all kinds of strange-shaped pipes hanging on the wall.

Although I can't understand what it is, the things on the wall obviously have a special kind of beauty.

He had never felt this weird feeling with anything else.

So he turned to Mo Xiaohu and asked, "Are these things on the wall made of firearms?"

Mo Xiaohu shook his head and looked at the wall: "The master saw these things in his dream. He said he was afraid of forgetting, so he asked us to make models."

"Actually, they are all iron shells."

Then Mo Xiaohu stretched out his finger, pointed at the objects on the wall and said: "This is called Taoyuan Eagle, this is called Alfang 47, this is called Fang Zhengyi submachine gun..."

“My favorite is this one!”

"Master said, this thing is called Purdue All Living Beings. It can shoot out a thousand projectiles in the blink of an eye. One person is better than an army of 100,000 people!"

"The master also said that if I build it, I will be rewarded with one million taels of silver..."

Mo Xiaohu looked at the Gatling model, his eyes filled with brilliance.

Seeing his appearance, Xie Xian was completely speechless.

One dares to say it and the other dares to believe it!

"Sigh... But it's just a dream after all! No one at the Firearms Institute takes these things seriously. We didn't know that we made this ourselves? The master is also fanciful, haha."

Mo Xiaohu smiled and said, "Come here! Let me show you the real treasure!" After that, he took out an ordinary-looking spear from the bottom row of the wall.

"This gun is called a matchlock gun! Put the iron pellets wrapped in paper into the gun chamber, use the match rope to trigger the gunpowder, and you can shoot the pellets at the enemy."

"The power is endless! The momentum is astonishing! It can be said to be as loud as thunder and as powerful as lightning! If used in military formation..."

There was a trace of disdain in Zhao Lie's eyes: "Stop bragging, my brothers have been injured by this thing of yours. The shooting distance is only seventy steps at most and it is crooked. It is far inferior to a bow and arrow."

"I'm here this time because I have an important mission to protect you sir. Bring me your repeating gun!"

A trace of shame flashed on Mo Xiaohu's face, and he defended: "Isn't this the gentleman here? I have to introduce you step by step, and there is a second-generation flintlock gun behind him..."

"Your second generation also injured my brother, hurry up!"

Xie Xian looked at the two of them in surprise, then leaned close to Zhao Lie and whispered: "How about... let's go back... I think it's pretty safe with you here!"

This posture doesn't look like he's getting protective equipment for himself. He's trying to blow me up!

"Hey, sir! You're here!"
Chapter completed!