The training ground was lined up in a neat manner. As the hundreds of households shouted, the queues raised muskets and simulated shooting.

"Good, it looks a little bit."

Fang Xing nodded with satisfaction, and then went to the craftsman's side.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!"

The construction of muskets has been underway, even if the soldiers have already owned one.

Fang Xing picked up a musket, put the long triangular blade on it in a somewhat unfamiliar way, and then learned to sting.

Zhu Fang was holding a saw bow and sawing the excess barrel. After seeing Fang Xing, he said, "Master, this musket is already in stock. Can you still shoot it?"

Fang Xing nodded and said, "Battle, beat 500 pieces as backup."

Looking up, I looked at this workshop, with a small saw bow and a flexible stage vise...

When he saw the blower still using a large wooden wheel, Fang Xing asked with an idea: "Is there anyone here who can turn sand?"

“Sand turning?”

Zhu Gui obviously didn't understand much, so Fang Xing gestured and said, "It's just to use sand or soil to make a model, then pour the iron into it, and after it cools down, you will get what you want."

Zhu Gui suddenly realized with a look of enlightenment: "Young Master, isn't that just a nickel style?"

"What is mud pattern?"

Fang Xing sincerely regrets that his profession is not metal.

Zhu Gui said relaxedly: "Make the mold first, then use clay to shape it, and finally pour it. It can also pour things of various shapes."

Fang Xing almost wanted to slap himself, why didn’t he believe these craftsmen? Could he be even better than them?

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Fang Xing pointed to the super original blower and said, "Populate several gears of equal size with teeth spacing, then pour a box, and use a shaft to position them with each other..."

"The small teeth drive the big teeth, so the speed is fast!"

Fang Xing looked at the excited Zhu Gui speechlessly and said frustratedly: "Then you do it first, but be careful, I gave you the shape of the gear last time, so follow that."

Fang Xing gave Zhu Gui a few gears last time and wanted him to design a human-powered fan for use in summer.

Zhu Gui nodded and said, "Don't worry, young master, I'll go find soil first."

The mud is not anything that can be used for soil, and it is not easy to deal with. It requires various exposures, picking, and beating...

Just as Fang Xing was ambitiously starting his own process of climbing the science and technology tree, a command interrupted his leisure.

"What?"

Fang Xing looked at the order in disbelief, but what was written clearly on it was to dispatch the Qianhu House of Baoshan to Jiaozhi and belong to the British Duke Zhang Fu.

The person who came to pass the order was the smiling official of the Ministry of War. He bowed and said, "Mr. Fang is such a great blessing. Your Majesty personally said that Jubaoshan Thousand Households will still let you control it."

Is this a good person to control the Thousand Houses?

Fang Xing asked in a daze: "Do you want to go even if I do?"

“That’s right.”

As soon as the news came out, the soldiers were eager to try, and they were very interested in using Jiaozhi to kill the first attack.

But Fang woke up but his claws were numb.

I never thought of going to go to war! Which bastard is this slander? I want to kill him!

When the news came home, Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai were not calm. Although they were not crying, their thrilling appearance made people even more troublesome.

Zhu Zhanji is here, and everyone stays together without avoiding suspicion. Zhu Zhanji apologizes first.

"Brother Dehua, you are being hindered by me. I'll go with you!"

Fang Xing glanced at the guy, shook his head and said, "You can't go unless Your Majesty is willing to do so."

At this time, Fang Xing was no longer afraid. He smiled and said, "There is a British Duke from Jiaozhi. Recently, he has beaten Chen Jikuo and fled in a panic, so I guess Your Majesty wants me to gild it and come back to be awarded the title."

The title of title in the Ming Dynasty is still relatively serious now, and no one can win it if they have great achievements.

Fang Xing’s joke did not calm everyone’s worries.

But since it was His Majesty's order, everyone still talked about something to bring.

"None brings it."

Fang Xing just wanted to bring things into the warehouse at this time, otherwise he could easily carry supplies, and even take the enemy in and kill them directly.

But this idea unknowingly turned to a famous movie.

——That what stops…!

Well, after seeing the irreversibility, Zhu Zhanji went crazy to send supplies to Jubao Mountain. The people from the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Revenue almost wanted to complain.

Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai were preparing their luggage, because the order required the departure to be opened in five days, so time was tight!

"Husband, this is a thick winter clothes, I'll put them in the bottom of you."

"Husband, this is a marching scattered. I came to my parents' house yesterday. If you have any headaches or fevers..."

“…”

As he was holding it, Zhang Shuhui stopped, looking at Fang Xing's eyes full of water.

Xiaobai's mouth was already flattened, and tears were falling down.

Fang Xing sighed inwardly, and then comforted: "With your elder brother here, what can happen to me?"

Zhang Shuhui rubbed the corners of her eyes randomly and started cleaning up again. Xiaobai also joined in.

Only the bells are still chasing outside carefree.

Soon, everyone who learned the news came, and Fang Xing realized that he was quite successful in being a human being.

Needless to say, the students even had the eunuch around the prince of Liangzhong. They gave Fang Xing a Buddha statue in his private name, which is said to be able to ward off evil spirits.

...

Leave the textbook to Ma Su and let him continue to teach the students.

As for the family, this is Jinling, Zhang Shuhui's mother's home. When Fang Xing was not at home, if anyone dared to come to cause trouble, and if Zhu Zhanji did not need to take action, the Duke of England would teach them how to be a human being in minutes.

When the time for departure was up, Fang Xing said goodbye to his reluctant wives and concubines with a series of advice. The villagers of Fangjiazhuang also went out in full swing, wishing the young master a victory and the princess and marquis for generations.

At the gate of the military camp at the foot of Jubao Mountain, Zhu Zhanji came to work hard in person.

After drinking a bowl of wine, Fang Xing smiled at Zhu Zhanji and said, "Duke of England is there, don't worry."

Zhu Zhanji nodded vigorously and whispered: "Brother Dehua, if someone wears you little shoes, don't be polite to him. I can still talk to Grandpa Emperor."

In front of everyone, Fang Xing resisted the urge to pat his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I won't suffer any loss!"

Yes, I hope you won't suffer any losses.

Thinking of the records in the materials I transferred, Zhu Zhanji's heart was covered with a shadow.

The army of more than 1,000 people and more than 500 super-compliant civilians. The blessing of Zhu Zhanji also brought a lot of cattle and horses, so they became much lighter.

How great it would be if all these things could be put into the warehouse!

Unfortunately, the warehouse cannot bring large items that do not belong to it, so Fang Xing could only give up his plan to move forward lightly. As for using the warehouse to make plans similar to the "Trojan Massacre of the City", Fang Xing thought it was a bit unreliable.

How do you explain when you put someone in?

God? Monster?

Guns have the most say!

Fang Xing looked at the more than a thousand muskets under his command and felt that he was not so unsure.
Chapter completed!