"News came from both Yingzhou and Yunzhou, saying that traces of locusts have been discovered."
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Li Chongrun, wearing only a Luo shirt, was squatting in the stream outside the gate of Qingyi Garden, fishing, and talking to Bao'er on the shore.
Bao'er and Xianhui were lighting a small charcoal stove and grilling a few stream groupers that Li Chongrun had just touched on skewers of willow branches.
"I said I came out to relax, but my brother brought up matters in the court again."
Xianhui is indifferent to these things, whether it is the emperor's grand scheme or her father's petty calculation. Anyway, as long as her brother is here, she can enjoy her own small interests in the workshop without having to listen to her mother.
My dear, I am so comfortable.
"Brother is worried that if there is a locust plague here, the Mobei grasslands will be gnawed by locusts until not a single blade of grass grows. The Turks will naturally want to enter the border to rob them if they have no food."
"Anyway, you'll die anyway, so let them come. It's just a good time to try out the power of the new gun."
Speaking of new guns, Li Chongrun has not been idle in the past few months.
The arrival of the Tang versions of Nobel from Qingshi Laboratory has successfully accelerated the trial production of custom-loaded ammunition by more than a millisecond.
Although some costs were incurred during the development, such as being deaf for half a month and having my toes broken for half a month. At the end of July, the first custom-loaded ammunition of this era was finally produced.
However, in Li Chongrun's view, the cost of this bullet was simply insanely high.
Not to mention that chemical substances such as concentrated nitric acid require a large amount of saltpeter. Just talking about the pure copper warhead, because the casting process has never been up to par, so the stupidest method was used. First cast a copper pillar and then use it.
Lathes driven by steam engines were turned by hand.
However, although the processing technology is somewhat complicated and expensive, the new bullets are unexpectedly accurate. With the huge power brought by the half-inch caliber, the accuracy of the new gun can directly catch up with the Kanglong gun. With a little training, it can be within 3 miles.
Hit almost wherever you want.
In comparison, what limits its accuracy is the inability to see the target clearly due to the lack of sophisticated optical equipment.
Fortunately, several glass masters in the workshop had recently gotten tired of making statues of gods, and expressed interest in the prince's proposal with great interest, and began to ponder the craftsmanship of the 3x mirror.
"Forget about new guns, one bullet costs ten oceans, which is much more expensive than artillery shells. Just make a few for Zhang San and others to play with. If they equip the Xuanwu Army, I'm afraid the barbarians haven't come over yet.
, if you just send out bullets for your brother, you will go bankrupt."
Since His Majesty has given the road protection team a status, it naturally also has a military name. Because it was established specifically for road protection, and the road is the private property of the emperor, Li Chongrun, Princess Taiping and other nobles, so naturally they are not qualified to serve from it.
The imperial court asked for military pay, so the source of military pay was the income from the railway and surrounding ancillary facilities.
Although Li Chongrun felt that such regulations were inappropriate and thought that even if he came to pay for the military expenses, he would not be able to set a precedent for a vassal town, but his aunt discovered the idea in time and stopped him.
"If you pay your own military wages, then they are your private soldiers. Aren't you afraid that His Majesty will suspect you of rebellion?"
This is exactly what my aunt said.
So no matter how reluctant Li Chongrun was, the first feudal town of the imperial court was born in such a ridiculous way.
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Fortunately, they were basically factory guards, and Li Chongrun developed many ten-man regiments regardless of costs, and fully implemented our party's excellent tradition of "building branches in companies", so he felt a little relieved.
Although it was different from the tens of thousands of vassal towns in later Tang Dynasties, the Xuanwu Army only had 2,400 people. However, because there was sufficient ammunition, Li Chongrun thought that even if he attacked Ping'an County, it would not be a big problem.
Through unremitting efforts, Li Chongrun finally touched all the groupers in the stream that were worth a bite. And he was lucky today. He also pulled out two eels from under the stone slabs of the stream. Li Chongrun simply threw them away together.
The fairy was roasting on the fire, while I hid under the shade of a tree to enjoy a massage.
"I'm afraid that the Turks are suffering from a locust plague. As long as there is trouble in Tibet, the Turks will immediately go to war."
Li Chongrun described his worries to Bao'er, "The Supervisory Council has discovered General Wang's army and has set traps at the Hetao. My uncle is also keeping an eye on Yingzhou, but I always feel that things are not going well.
That’s all it will go smoothly. For things like planning, no matter how sophisticated you are, there will always be all kinds of weird reasons to stumble you.”
Perhaps Li Chongrun's crow's mouth attribute was acting up again. Before Bao'er could reply, a man on horseback hurriedly ran up the mountain.
Seeing Li Chongrun taking his family for a picnic by the stream, a figure in pink clothes pulled the reins, and the horses stood there at that time: "Your Majesty, the Tubo people are in civil strife, and Guo Jingzhi, the general of Zuo Weiwei, took advantage of it.
Victory, the Tubo army will take countless prisoners, and they are already on their way to the capital city of God to sacrifice them!"
Defeating the old enemy Tubo was naturally a great joy. Even a person like Xian Hui who had no interest in politics was quite happy.
For a while, all the ladies, old and young, who were enjoying the shade under the trees, shouted "Great Zhou Wansheng" according to the usual etiquette.
Li Chongrun and Guo'er looked at each other wordlessly, and could only join the ranks of those who were shouting for victory.
Because of the sudden good news, the picnic ended a little hastily.
The aunt was going back to the palace to prepare for the ceremony of presenting the prisoner team 5. Xianhui was ordered by Li Chongrun to go to the workshop to prepare ordnance, and Guo'er was assigned a task by Li Chongrun and went back to serve her mother.
Even the pregnant Wang Rong was worried that if what Li Chongrun was worried about really happened, it would affect the operation of the bank, so he ran back to the West Market. In the blink of an eye, the Qingyi Garden, which had been bustling for half a year, was once again restored to normal.
Peaceful and quiet.
"Sister Fang'er."
Sisters Li Qing and Li Bai were taken to Shendu by their aunt in advance. Fang'er was packing Li Chongrun's things when she suddenly heard Li Chongrun's shout.
Many people had moved out first, and the Qingyi Garden was extremely clean. Li Chongrun didn't even take Alan with him, who was always with him. He just stood at the door of the bedroom wearing a robe and called out. He was packing the soft clothes inside.
Fang'er, took a step and walked in.
"Master, it's still daytime, how bad it is."
Li Chongrun often separated everyone to come to see him alone, but his intentions were very obvious, at least it could be seen on his face. However, this time there was no ambiguous and weird smile on his face, which made Fang'er feel a little worried.
anxious.
"My husband has something to do, and I need to ask Sister Fang'er for help."
"Then close the door first..."
Fang'er's face was a little red. She hurried two steps and closed the door tightly. Then she sat on the bed that she hadn't cleaned up yet. She stretched out her hand and held up a bamboo pole to hold up the curtain, ready to lift the gauze curtain.
put it down.
"I'm tired of asking Sister Fang'er to send a message to my junior uncle, saying that I want to see him. Ask him to come to the small building in the West Market to find me tomorrow night."
Li Chongrun put his arms around Fang'er's still slender waist and whispered something in her ear.
With a "pop" sound, the bamboo pole in Fang'er's hand fell to the ground.