Craftsman's Academy, the full name is Craftsman's Academy.
It is a government office in name, but in fact it is more like a scientific research institution of the Dachang Dynasty, mainly responsible for spending money.
It's not the kind of place where you can apply for money and food to study how to boil boiled water. The Craftsman Academy also applies for money and food and keeps investing, but once there is progress, it will be rewarded tenfold and a hundredfold.
The most recent research of the Craftsman Academy is "Pao". Let's first understand the dead figures under Chu Qing and then talk about it.
Chu Qing was really a loser. As for the artillery, the eldest princess's younger brothers brought it and installed it on the warship. They also used gunpowder.
However, these little things are very unique. They are composed of barrel, medicine chamber, breech and other parts. The smoothbore is mostly front-loaded and can be fixed on the ship or used on land by horse-drawn carriage.
This is much sharper than the gunpowder crossbow. It is easy to imitate, but Cuiyu is not satisfied with it. He thinks it can be improved to make it lighter and easier to carry. The range, power, etc. can be improved.
What we are encountering now is the problem of the gun barrel, which is also the biggest problem. It’s not that it can’t be made. I just want to make a most suitable gun barrel that is more durable, because the gun barrels of the Sun Kingdom fans are similar to consumables.
Yes, not to mention the possibility of the barrel exploding. If you shoot too much, you can't stand it, and the barrel will no longer be usable.
The Craftsman's Court is located in the east of the city, built on a piece of wasteland. It is somewhat remote, with a vast area and sparsely populated areas.
The surrounding area was turned into a forbidden area, and 200 people from the Eighth Battalion Jingwei were assigned to patrol the area. No unrelated persons were allowed to approach, for fear of accidental injury and evil intentions.
When Chu Qing and Fu San arrived, the sound of rumbling could not be heard.
The pitted open land is filled with various copper materials and various types of gun barrels.
The test firing has just been completed, and the newly cast gun barrel is one-piece. It does not meet the requirements of the Mohist disciples, but it fully reaches the power and range of the cannons of the Kingdom of the Sun. The Mohist disciples strive for excellence.
The Mohist disciples held torches and had a heated discussion around a cannon tube. The cuttlefish was lying on a lounge chair next to it, fanning leisurely.
Cuoyu is not the oldest member of the Mo family, he is considered to be the middle-aged generation at most, but this guy is a great man. Not only is he a great man, he is also the leader who leads the old Mo family to restore the glory of the Mo family. Among the Mo family, he must be the leader.
Unparalleled prestige.
Cuttlefish deserves such respect and prestige. Not to mention Chu Qing, he just took a boat and ran to the East China Sea, and then ran to the border as if he was trying to survive in the wilderness, waiting for Chu Qing for an inexplicable hexagram. With this perseverance and the journey
The hardships endured are unimaginable to ordinary people. The most important thing is that when he first joined the team, he was scolded every day. Chu Qing thought this guy was a down-and-out family member.
In the distance, there is a Tongzi Tower like a Zhuangzi in the southern suburbs, which is also the residence of Mohist disciples.
Seeing Chu Qing coming, the Mohist disciples said hello one after another.
Cuiyu didn't get up, just like a retired cadre, fanning himself and sipping tea.
Chu Qing walked over quickly, grabbed a stool and placed it next to him, smiling as brightly as a sunflower producing sunshine.
"So free."
Chu Qing picked up the teapot, touched the temperature, pointed it at his mouth and drank.
"It's just a moment of leisure after a busy day."
"You're so busy." Chu Qing said cheerfully: "So many Mo family disciples are busy working on barrels and rifling. It's the same with or without you."
"nonsense."
Cuiyu was not happy: "Why do you think Lao Sheng became such a powerful figure in the Mohist family? It is because of his knowledge and skills. If Lao Sheng were not there, just the rifling of the cannons you mentioned, they would have been quarreling until the end of the year of the monkey."
Chu Qing was dubious: "Do you still need to make up your mind about this kind of thing?"
"That's natural."
Cuiyu sat up, his eyes full of energy: "When this cannon is completed, it will be invincible on the battlefield. At that time, it will be the time for our Mo family to shine, and it will be the time for my name, Cuiyu, to remain in history."
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After finishing speaking, Cuiyu stood up and gave a very solemn salute to Chu Qing.
There is nothing to say, everything is left unsaid.
Although Chu Qing did not participate in the Mohist disciples' attempt to imitate the Sun God Kingdom's artillery and improve it, it was because of him that the Mohist disciples were able to show their talents, study knowledge with peace of mind, and pass on the Mohist skills from generation to generation.
Chu Qing was still smiling, but his smile was a bit complicated.
"Ha." Chu Qing laughed dryly and patted Cuiyu on the shoulder: "It's okay, I just came over to take a look and do your work."
Turning around, waving his hand, Chu Qing got on the horse, his back looking a little forlorn.
Cuiyu always felt that something was wrong with Chu Qing, so he glanced at Fu San: "Young boy from the Chu family, what's going on?"
The third brother sighed silently, cupped his hands towards the cuttlefish, and got on his horse.
The craftsman's courtyard is not far from the farm.
Chu Qing, who was feeling depressed, smiled again. He wanted to see Changxian, who had always obeyed his words.
It was also a piece of land planted with potatoes and sweet potatoes. Tong Gui and Niuben personally guarded it with the guards and imperial guards. The size was almost as big as that of the imperial palace.
After Chu Qing arrived, he asked and found out that Changxian had already fallen asleep in a simple bamboo house.
According to what Tong Gui said, Changxian's biological clock is extremely chaotic now. He is guarding the ground every day, guarding the potatoes and sweet potatoes. When he is really sleepy, he goes back to sleep. He sleeps for a few hours, and then continues to read after getting up, barefoot,
He watered the fields, removed insects, and never ignored others.
He quietly arrived at the bamboo house and found Changxian lying on a small bed with his back stretched out.
"Birthday, Emperor Brother's birthday..."
"Ah ah ah ah, oh oh oh oh..."
"My brother will be a wise king for the rest of his life..."
Langya Wang Changxian talked in his sleep, speaking softly and making people laugh.
Tong Gui whispered: "The birthday of His Highness the Crown Prince is coming soon. His Highness King Langya said that when the grain crops are grown, he will dedicate the largest potatoes to His Highness the Crown Prince, and he will also plant potatoes and sweet potatoes all over Zhongzhou. No matter what happens in his life,
Even if you don’t do anything, you still have to accomplish this..."
Smiling, Tong Gui continued in a low voice: "His Royal Highness said that he didn't know how to be a good king at first, but now he knows that as long as the people in the world have enough to eat and no longer go hungry, then he will be a good king."
Chu Qing walked over, bent down and picked up the blanket that Chang Xian kicked off, gently wiped the muddy water on his trouser legs, and then threw it on the ground again.
He gently withdrew and looked at Tong Gui. Chu Qing smiled and said, "Take good care of Your Highness."
"The general will know, please rest assured."
Back on the horse, Chu Qing still had a smile on his face, but this smile was a little lonely, a little bitter, and a little helpless.
"Go back to the office."
Chu Qing raised his riding whip, and the third brother quickly said: "Master, Brother Dajun is at Camp Fenyong, not far from here."
After hesitating for a few seconds, Chu Qing nodded: "Okay, let's go to Fenyong Camp."
The group of people rode horses and rushed to the Fenyong camp ten miles away.
Just after entering the camp, I heard laughter and curses coming from the big tent. The loudest and most familiar one was none other than Brother Dajun.
Under the light of the torch, Brother Dajun sat cross-legged at the door, surrounded by a group of captains.
I will follow my young master from Beiguan to the East China Sea...
Riding the wind and waves…
Enemies seen...
The extremely steady and sturdy general, surrounded by admiring eyes, was holding a wine bottle and laughing loudly. The purgatory created in his heart was about to collapse.
Looking at Brother Dajun's rare smile from a distance, Chu Qing didn't say anything, got on the horse, turned the horse's head, and left the camp.
"Master, do you want to go to the academy? General Wen has recently..."
"No, go back to the government office."
"Master!"
The third brother suddenly grabbed the reins and shook his head at Chu Qing for the first time in his history.
"You go to the academy, go, okay? I'm begging you."
Chu Qing sighed: "If it were the academy..."
"Then go to Prince Wu's Mansion to look for A Yi, go back to Chu Mansion to look for Chou Baoyu, go to Zhuangzi to look for Yuzi, look for Miss Lvzhu, go to the Ministry of Rites, look for Ahu, go..."
"good!"
Chu Qing nodded heavily: "Then let's go look for them. Find them."
The third brother nodded repeatedly, loosened the reins, got on the horse, and called back: "Let's go, accompany the master to find someone."
The detective horses echoed one after another, but they were confused in their hearts.
They had no idea what Chu Qing was going to do, why he was looking for these people, why he was looking for these people, and just like now, he found them but wanted to leave again.
No one asked, but they all felt that Chu Qing's back on the horse was no longer what it used to be. It seemed that something was missing.
