In fact, Fang Xing thought about rebellion at the beginning, but when he thought that people are now at peace, they no longer have the mass base for rebellion.?

The second is that after the war, there will be no people, and the population that has just cultivated and reclaimed will be severely damaged. If we look at the records of the previous dynasty change, even if Fang Xing succeeded in his rebellion, with the remaining population and the nature of the Han people being attached to his hometown, he will not see the day of large-scale expansion in his lifetime.

Since it is hard, then there is only one that is soft.

"Let's kill someone with a soft knife, see who can kill whom!"

Fang Xing, who successfully mediated his mood, went to the Ministry of Revenue again.

Looking at these students with serious learning attitudes, Fang Xing really wanted to pull them into his own camp.

But this is unrealistic!

Fang Xing now wants to teach a few good disciples, and then spread this knowledge like a dandelion.

After the class was finished, Fang Xing was about to go back, but was stopped by Yao Ping.

"Teacher, I want to learn new things from you."

Fang Xing was stunned and asked, "You are not afraid..."

Yao Ping said firmly: "Teacher, I think the world is great and the truth is the greatest."

Well, Fang Xing accepted the silly student, but he warned: "This world is not the most reasonable, but whoever has a loud voice and a big fist will be right!"

Zhu Zhanji, Ma Su, Yao Ping, and some servants will also come to listen to the class. This is Fang Xing’s ‘dandelion’.

"We must use muskets to expand the living space for our descendants, and we must let the sun shine on the land of Ming Dynasty forever..."

In class, Fang Xing waved his fists and spread hegemonic ideas.

"All the places where our Ming army stands are the territory of our Ming Dynasty!"

Mathematics, geometry, physics...

He will teach everything Fang Xing feels needed. If he forgets, he will try his best to relive the knowledge and then transfer it to the students.

Among them, Ma Su had the best grades. According to Fang Xing's judgment, Ma Su basically learned to junior high school and was still flying forward with surprising degrees.

So Fang Xing gradually showed Ma Su the high-level textbooks so that he could learn and understand them by himself.

"I will take the place to take the class today if the teacher is not here."

Ma Su looked at the five or six students below, but Zhu Zhanji was missing. Then he picked up the textbook and wrote down the topic on the blackboard.

The relative effect of force.

Zhu Zhanji was not here because he and Fang woke up to Jubaoshan Thousand Household Institute.

"Grandpa Emperor has decided to go north, so he has to prepare here too."

After Fang Xing returned from Jiaozhi, he had been avoiding entering the military camp, so Zhu Zhanji also asked Zhu Di specifically about this.

But Zhu Di said disdainfully: "When I commanded hundreds of thousands of troops, you and Fang Xing were still kids, so why not avoid it!"

Well, Fang Xing, who knew Zhu Di's attitude, was relieved.

After seeing Fang Xing, the whistle saluted with joy and said, "Your Highness Wan'an, Mr. Fang, brothers are all looking forward to you."

The soldiers’ views on likes and dislikes are very simple. Whoever can lead them to win battles and who can be considerate of them will be the best commander in their hearts.

Fang Xing started to train fiercely and evilly to lead them to invincible battles in Jiaozhi, which made them feel that they had reached their own standards.

“Beebeep!”

The whistles in the military camp were constantly whistling, and the neat queues were changing with the whistles.

Suddenly, the left side of the queue stopped, and the soldiers turned their heads and looked at the direction of the gate.

The commander's hundred households were furious and were about to carry a big stick to whip, but when he turned around and looked, he was stunned.

"Mr. Fang?"

"It's Mr. Fang here!"

Seeing Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji walk in together, the soldiers stopped and looked here with hot eyes.

Dong Pi had beaten Zhu Zhanji some time ago, so he was very diligent. After seeing the two of them, he immediately saluted and introduced the recent training situation.

"...The soldiers are skilled in the array, and their exercises of flints are gradually getting...."

Fang Xing listened with a smile and called a soldier to let him practice it in practice.

The soldier was excited when he saw Zhu Zhanji and Fang Xing were both there, but he was a little busy while loading the medicine, so angry that Dong Pi wanted to go there himself.

After closing the medicine room, the sergeant's mood had stabilized. He aimed at the wooden target in front of him and pulled the trigger.

The flint was rubbed and a bunch of Mars exploded.

"boom!"

The gunpowder was ignited and passed through the small hole. The evenly made gunpowder immediately began to expand.

"Bang!"

When Dong Pi saw that the shooting was finished, he ran over and carried the target over.

At a distance of fifty meters, there was a bullet mark on the chest of the human-shaped target.

"good!"

Fang Xing patted the sergeant on the shoulder, and saw that his whole body was trembling with excitement, and he smiled and said, "Practice well. If you have the chance to go to the battlefield, then use the enemy's corpse to prove your bravery."

The return of Xin Laoqi and others made the training intensity significantly higher.

However, Zhu Fang is teaching people to build small trenchers.

A pile of wood, under Zhu Fang's operation, was quickly combined into a mini trencher.

"Master Zhu, such a small catapult can only be played with by the children!"

A craftsman saw this guy who made a rough man and couldn't help but shake his head and say.

Zhu Fang smiled and then put a clay pot with some unevenness outside in her pocket.

“This is the lead.”

Zhu Fang inserted the lead into the hole of the clay pot and ignited it.

"Bang!"

After a trajectory in the air, the clay pot flew more than a hundred steps away and then exploded.

"boom!"

"This is……"

"Isn't this a large grenade?"

"Yes." Zhu Fang smiled and said, "When the pot was burned, the thickness was uneven, and some scrap iron was filled inside. After it was exploded, the effect must be good."

"It's not just not bad? This is simply a weapon!"

Think about it, when the clay pot exploded in the middle of the enemy, the broken ceramic pieces and the small scrap iron were flying in the air...

"So amazing!"

Zhu Zhanji and Fang Xing also saw this scene in the distance. He asked, "Brother Dehua, is this thing ready to deal with the enemy's rush?"

Fang Xing nodded and said, "Yes, our number is too small. If we face a large number of cavalry rushing forward, the volleyballing will not be completely stopped."

Zhu Zhanji looked longing and murmured: "If there were hundreds of such catapults, it would be bloody to think about it."

“There will be.”

Only then can you awaken the definite way.

This simple stone catapult is easy to build, small in size, and can be dismantled and transported.

What a great helper for siegeing cities!

Two pairs of eyes that were shining with imperialism looked at each other for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing.

Fang Xing also thought about building a bronze cannon, but that thing consumed too much copper resources in Daming, and the weight was unbearable.

So I had to use a trencher first, and then see if the quality of the iron can be improved. (To be continued.)8
Chapter completed!