After bringing nearly 10,000 people from Momen back home in a state of confusion, Zhu Youcong unexpectedly lost his job. Originally, he was thinking that now that there were more people and the supply of iron material was sufficient, he could use the research institute's former steel-making
The method needs to be modified. Who would have known that Zhu Qiji was very interested when he said this, but he was unanimously despised by the Mohist people. Use a crucible to make steel? People like us were able to do it a thousand years ago, and it is your turn to show off? Xiu
Replacing coke in a blast furnace? What's so strange about an old craft eight hundred years ago? The final result was that the dean of the institute followed the Mohist disciples very unfaithfully, leaving the general of Zhenguo alone in a daze under the scorching sun.
The little fat man, who was frustrated, decided to go to Sun Yuanhua, and then discuss how to improve the production process to increase the output of gunpowder. Only when he arrived did he find out that the old naughty boy had left all the craftsmanship to the Mo family.
people; and he himself led a group of people to study new ammunition behind closed doors in order to meet the requirements for future large-caliber naval guns.
Okay, I'm not as experienced as you old guys. I'm looking for those kids who have just come out of the pit to cultivate relationships. However, what makes Zhu Youcong even more embarrassed is when he used his power to get a prism to prepare for an artificial performance.
At the rainbow, a little boy with a runny nose was squeezing mud next to him and asked with an innocent face: "Master, do you have any new toys? I have seen this when I was three years old!"
When Zhu Youcong resisted the urge to vomit blood and returned home, he did not expect that a bigger blow was waiting for him. Where were the people at home? Where had they gone? Why were there bursts of gunshots in the backyard and people cheering?
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"Brother Cong, come and see, the prince is so powerful!" The little fairy quickly spotted the familiar figure who had just appeared at the door, and ran over with a red face.
"Cong'er is back? Let's see how my father's marksmanship is!" To say that King Fu's life has been really good these past few years. In addition to staying at home counting money all day long, he also goes out hunting, and now the palace uses
It's not just bows and arrows, they're all rifles specially made by the institute.
"Oh!" Zhu Youcong was not very interested. With your eyes that can make a big bear run away, what kind of marksmanship are you showing off here? I really don't know how you can see the account book clearly. You haven't seen it yet.
Something went wrong!
"Why, you don't believe me as a father?" The angry King Fu decided to let his precious son see with his own eyes what it means to have a perfect shot, so that he would not have to send someone to secretly refill his gun every time he went hunting. King Fu took aim and pulled the trigger.
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"Bang! Bang!"
With the sound of a gunshot, the pottery bottle used to practice marksmanship ten feet away shattered!
"Hit?" Zhu Youcong really didn't expect this result. He even wondered if King Fu had just aimed at the big tree next to him?
"Come again! This time, hit the second one from the left..." The proud King Fu did not even bother to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and while announcing the target, he aimed and fired.
"Bang bang bang... bang bang bang..."
The speed is very slow, but it does hit wherever you point with one shot!
"Father, your gun..." Only then did Zhu Youcong notice that the rifle in King Fu's hand was different. It was equipped with a scope, and the barrel and stock seemed to have been modified.
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"Yue'er just made this for my father today, but I can't give it to you!" King Fu hugged the new rifle tightly in his arms for fear of being snatched away. He also expected to be free with those people in the future.
Relatives who hunt with bows and arrows are competing against each other.
"Mo Mingyue?" Zhu Youcong got angry when he mentioned this name. What a great son of the Mo family! The so-called Elder Wu is the real one, okay? She is just his granddaughter. As a result, now the real master is running research
She went to the hospital, but she herself sneaked into the palace. Two days ago, she actually changed the boat propeller designed by Zhu Youcong into a hand-operated fan. This little girl has such high skills, isn't this new rifle the legendary sniper?
Gun?
"My servant has seen General Sanwu, what are your orders?" General Sanwu, Mo Mingyue's special name for Zhu Youcong. The little fat man didn't mind himself, and King Fu's family also acquiesced after knowing the identity of the little girl.
"Did you really do this?" Zhu Youcong didn't bother to argue with this little girl who was only a few months older than him and was dissatisfied after losing a bet. What he was concerned about now was who designed this sniper rifle.
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"That's right!" Seeing Zhu Youcong's expressionless face, Mo Mingyue suddenly remembered that her grandfather had said that this lord had extremely strict management of the institute, and no one was allowed to enter or leave without permission, let alone enter from inside without permission.
After bringing the things out, he hurriedly explained: "I'm not running around. These are modified with the firearms and telescopes used by the prince!"
"Yes, yes! Cong'er, you can't blame Yue'er. My father asked her to help!" King Fu suddenly remembered that this thing was not only used for hunting, but also related to military and national affairs. The confidentiality clause was so strict.
It can't be any stricter.
"Father, you misunderstood. The child is not blaming her!" It seems that the rules at the institute are too strict, even my fat father is afraid of it, but this is good, is it conducive to confidentiality?
Zhu Youcong turned to Mo Mingyue and said, "Yue'er, how many have you done in total?"
"Just two!" Seeing that he was not blamed, Mo Mingyue also put her mind at ease and said: "Your Majesty has a total of more than a dozen rifles. I was curious and asked him to let me try it reluctantly, but..."
"You mean, even the collection from my father's house can't really meet your requirements?" Of course, what King Fu used was strictly selected by the research institute. Whether it is a firearm or a telescope, it can be said to be the best among the best.
Pin, if even this look can't meet the requirements, then Zhu Youcong really doesn't know what to do.
"That's right! You don't know, it took me several days just to find two matching lenses! And the barrel of the gun actually doesn't meet the requirements..." As soon as Mo Mingyue mentioned what she was good at
She began to talk non-stop about the factors such as the refractive index of different batches of lenses, the rifling wear of the barrel, and even the butt and bracket.
"I understand..." It turns out that there are so many harsh conditions for making a qualified sniper rifle? The current barrel cannot guarantee the accuracy after fifty shots, which is what she asked for
I can't provide fully qualified aiming lenses? Why didn't my father-in-law with Alzheimer's disease tell me about the existence of such a group of people earlier? Zhu Youcong didn't dare to blame his wife, let alone think that this
It was his own fault, so the unlucky Zhang Guoji should be blamed for everything.
When asking for help, you should be humble. Zhu Youcong put on the most harmless expression and greeted flatteringly: "Yue'er..."
"Lord...Lord..." Mo Mingyue couldn't help but shuddered when she saw the little fat man's expression, and secretly moved her steps to hide behind Zhang Yan.
"Don't run away! Let me ask you, if you were given full responsibility, how long would it take to make a firearm that fully meets your requirements?" Zhu Youcong is really puzzled. Do you think I am so terrible? Don't you just think?
Want to give you a good impression and ask you to help me with some small things? Looking at your expression, it seems that I am the weird uncle who coaxes the little girl to see the goldfish.
"Five days!" Fortunately, he didn't want to eat me. Mo Mingyue took a deep breath to calm down before she dared to face Zhu Youcong and tell her the answer.
"Are you sure it only takes five days?" Zhu Youcong also breathed a sigh of relief. Although the time is not very short, it is still acceptable. Anyway, I don't plan to equip many. When the troops are sent to Liaodong, one or two hundred will be enough.
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"If two hundred of my Mo family's most skilled seniors help me, I can guarantee to make one for you within five days!" Mo Mingyue counted on her little finger for a long time, and finally nodded with certainty.
"What?" Little girl, you are too shameless. You want two hundred at once, and you have to be the best? Zhu Youcong felt that he had to jump into the pond next to him to wake up. Little girl, what are you doing?
Are you kidding me, or are you trying to embarrass me?
"Yes, you see..." Mo Mingyue started to count her fingers again. Starting from steel-making, she didn't want anything that could be refined over time. What she needed was to at least go through the process based on the current situation.
Special steel made by Sanqian. Moreover, if you want to ensure the shooting distance, you must increase the amount of ammunition charged, so the length and thickness of the barrel must also be changed...
"Stop! Stop! Stop! My aunt, do you want to build a sniper rifle or a space shuttle?" Zhu Youcong really couldn't listen anymore. Isn't she going to kill me?
Where can I get the things she wants? I think this little girl still remembers the grudge for destroying her Momen organization and is taking the opportunity to take revenge!
"Space shuttle? What is that? Can you let me see it?" No matter how difficult the request was, Mo Mingyue became interested in the new term mentioned by Zhu Youcong.
"Don't worry about what it is for now. What if I lower my requirements and only let you make something like the one my father can have?" If you want to see the space shuttle, you have to live for another five hundred years. Since
The current technology cannot meet the conditions, and Zhu Youcong, who is particularly unwilling, can only settle for the second best. It doesn't matter if the precision is slightly worse. I am using it to hit people, not mosquitoes. I am not afraid of using it too few times.
One person carrying two more will solve the problem.
"But in that case, it wouldn't be the best!" I can't tell that Mo Mingyue is quite persistent. What this little girl wants to do is perfect works of art, not a guy like Zhu Youcong who wins by quantity without pursuing anything.
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"Just tell me how long it will take to do this!"
"Three days!" Fortunately, Mo Mingyue didn't make any unreasonable demands this time. "If you let me choose the barrel and lens myself, I only need the help of thirty ordinary craftsmen to give it to you within three days.
Make one.”
"Okay! I'll ask someone to take you to the research institute!" This condition is still acceptable, and Zhu Youcong agreed after thinking about it for a while.
However, little girls are not so easy to bully. Mo Mingyue flatly refused: "No! I don't want to go to the institute!" Seeing that Zhu Youcong seemed to be going crazy again, she continued: "I just want to choose over there.
A good barrel and lens will do, but I’m going to do it here!”
"Why?" Zhu Youcong rolled his eyes when he heard this, little girl, don't be too arrogant, this is my family, not a military factory!
"Because the institute doesn't have a fan!" Mo Mingyue tilted her head and explained: "Also, the dean is very annoying! He keeps asking questions about this and that, so that he can't concentrate on his work!"