In the Shuntian Prefecture Office, Chang Yao is working, preparing to summarize the latest information and report it to him.

Chang Yao's handwriting is good, at least it is much better than awakening.

"Master, Master!"

He was checking the materials, but someone was whispering outside the door, and Chang Yao frowned and said, "Come in."

The person who came was Chang Yao's subordinate. As soon as he came in, he ignored Chang Yao's black face and said anxiously: "Master, I have found them!"

Chang Yao said in surprise: "Who have you found?"

"It's Li Er and the others."

"Bang!"

The brush in Chang Yao's hand fell onto the table, and he asked anxiously: "Where are they now? Why have they been missing for these days?"

The visitor said in frustration: "Master, I only found Li Er and his friends' clothes, and a few bones. If it weren't for the dog-tooth necklace on Li Er's neck, I wouldn't have recognized it at all."

Chang Yao took a deep breath and asked with a toothache: "Are there any signs of fighting on the scene?"

"There is nothing. The night when Master and Li Er disappeared, it happened to rain heavily on Peking Prefecture. Even if there were any traces, it would be impossible to get it under the rain."

"Bang!"

Chang Yao slapped the table and said hatefully: "Damn little thief, I'll go find Lord Shang."

Shang Dequan is very leisurely at present. He usually flirts with his concubine at the temporary station, and goes to the workshop to check it out on a whim. So when Chang Yao arrives, Shang Dequan just started taking a nap.

"What? You said Fang Xing killed your person?"

Shang Dequan asked vaguely while letting his concubine wash his face.

I took the towel away, revealing a red face, and a red spot on my nose looked a little hideous.

Chang Yao said confidently: "Mr. Shang, absolutely right. That night I wanted those two to scare Fang Xing, but I didn't expect him to kill him!"

Shang Dequan's eyes were fixed and he said quietly: "Is there any evidence for this matter?"

Chang Yao was speechless.

Shande was furious.

If there is no evidence, please tell me a little bit! Are you here to make fun of me?

Seeing Shang Dequan's bad expression, Chang Yao hurriedly added: "Master Shang, that little thief is ruthless. If he is not eliminated, if the crown prince has him by his side from now on, I am worried that it will hinder the great cause of the King of Han!"

"laugh!"

Shang Dequan couldn't help but sneer: "Can a juren still make a big deal?"

Waving his hand to stop Chang Yao's defense, Shang De said confidently: "I have set up a big net. If I succeed, I can not only stay in Fang Xing, but also make the prince and son covered in dust!"

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!"

There was a stove and bellows in the yard. A blacksmith was urging the bellows in sweat, while the other held the iron tongs in his hand. After Zhu Fang raised the hammer, he quickly sent the red iron material to the chopping board.

The tubular iron wrapped around the steel bar was placed in the semicircular groove on the cutting board. In this season when water was iced, Zhu Fang was naked, and her muscles were bulging and waving her sledgehammer.

When the barrel of the two layers of the barrel looked integrated from the appearance, Zhu Fang put down the sledgehammer and said tiredly: "Okay, this time we must succeed."

Making muskets is very simple to later generations, and even some handicraft workshops can be easily created. But in this era of primitive tools and simple conditions, this is really high-tech.

Next, cut off the excess parts at both ends, and slowly drill the inner wall of the barrel to the same diameter, and try to keep it smooth.

"Can you draw the rifle?"

Fang Xing took the processed barrel, looked at the dark inner wall, and asked with an itchy feeling.

Zhu Fang answered honestly: "Young Master, this is very difficult, because it is difficult to ensure accuracy during the outline of the rifle, and the scrap rate is too high."

Under Fang Xing's teaching, Zhu Fang's theoretical progress was a thousand miles a day.

Fang Xing nodded and sighed: "It's still a problem with tools!"

He has been trying to build a rifle for a long time. Currently, all muskets are smoothbore guns, but the accuracy and range of the muskets are not satisfactory.

The goal of the future is definitely to rifle carved in the wall of the pipe, which has been proven by history.

But now I'm a little reluctant.

Fang Xing held the barrel with the remaining heat and said to Zhu Zhanji: "Look, this is the double-layer forged barrel. The walls of the barrel are thick and the quality is even. Unless it is a madman who is using it, there will basically be no explosion."

Zhu Zhanji ignored Ma Su's jealousy and took the barrel, picked up the caliper on the table, and measured the inner and outer walls of the barrel with a little awkwardness.

“Very accurate!”

Zhu Zhanji looked at Zhu Fang with a simple face in surprise, and was very satisfied with the skills of this family.

After seeing the accessories on the table, Fang Xing said, "Put it together, let's try the gun today."

The rest is not complicated, it is to inlaid the barrel on the wooden bracket and fix it with something that is made and similar to rivets.

Zhu Zhanji was waiting eagerly, but when he saw Zhu Fang still installing a device that was unknown to him, he couldn't help but ask: "Brother Dehua, what is this?"

Fang Xing smiled and after it was installed, he took the musket, pulled up the mechanism behind him, and said, "This is an ignition device. Look, this clip can hold a fuse. After pulling it, it is controlled by the trigger below. When the trigger is pulled down, the fuse will drop and the lead will ignite the lead."

"Bang!"

Fang Xing made a loud noise, and then he officially started the gun test.

The gun test requires gunpowder. Zhu Zhanji had already brought a small amount of gunpowder yesterday, but Fang Xing was not satisfied with the gunpowder, so he processed it himself.

The best formula for black gunpowder will be a mess in the future, but it is still the highest technology at this time. Fang Xing’s black gunpowder configured according to the standard is waiting to appear today.

There were two portions of gunpowder on the table. On the left was the standard recipe in the Ming army, which was brought by Zhu Zhanji. On the right was made by Fang Xing's name Xin Laoqi. According to the latest formula, it was made into granular shapes after multiple layers of processes.

First light the fuse, then put in gunpowder and lead bullets, and stab them with a strip.

"Try it."

Although Fang Xing wanted to be the first to test the gun, he finally stood by and pretended to put his right hand unconsciously on his left chest, ready to block his face at any time.

Zhu Fang pressed her breathing, aimed at the oversized wooden target placed a hundred meters away, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

After a tremor, Zhu Fang was almost covered by smoke.

"How about it?"

Zhu Zhanji went to the target to see without waiting for the answer.

“The deviation is very big!”
Chapter completed!