Xu Jin did not expect that the problem of the Folang machine cannon would be solved so quickly. In surprise, he hurriedly led people to the artillery test site outside the city. The test site was on the beach and could directly fire guns towards the sea.

When Huang Bantou saw the Governor coming in person, he immediately led a group of craftsmen to come forward to pay homage and introduced himself in a slight manner how he solved the problem. Several other old craftsmen intervened from time to time to time. Those who didn't know about it thought it was the solution they had come up with, but the real master He Zhier, who really solved the problem, stood in a low profile.

As the saying goes, hearing is false, seeing is true, Xu Jin immediately asked Huang Bantesou to test the shooting in an interview. In order to make a better comparison, Xu Jin also ordered people to come and test the shooting at the same time.

Boom boom boom boom...

Ten shells were shot in one breath, and the original Western guns were naturally fine, and the reinforced version of the Folang machine cannon was safe and sound. Huang Bantou's heart was finally relieved. He was about to order the test to stop, but Xu Jin signaled him to continue. Huang Bantou had to ask the gunner to continue changing the cannon.

Boom boom boom boom...

When the 20th gun was fired, the barrels of the two Furang machine guns turned dark red, and they felt that they were so hot that they stood beside them. The two gunners did not dare to touch the cannon body directly despite wearing cowhide gloves.

Huang Bantou's heart was raised again. Fortunately, Xu Jin finally ordered to stop shooting at this time and nodded with satisfaction. He was able to fire twenty guns in a row, which was much beyond his psychological expectations.

Huang Bantou walked to Xu Jin happily and bowed: "Are the Governor satisfied with this?"

Xu Jin nodded and said, "No, it's a good job. Thank you for your hard work, Ma Bantu and all the masters, please give you five hundred taels of silver!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the craftsmen and apprentices present were excited and excited, and they all knelt down to thank the Governor. Xu Jin was in a good mood and personally helped the Huang team up. The guy was so flattered that his feet were weak and he almost knelt down again.

Xu Jin looked at Huang Bantou who was not good-looking and thought to himself that he was really not good at appearance. This person is a real skill and asked with a smile: "Huang Bantou is willing to enter the Nanjing Military Weapon Bureau, but I can recommend it on my behalf."

Huang Bantou was overjoyed. Nanjing Military Weapons Bureau is one of the third Central Bureaus, and it is not comparable to the small workshop in Nantou City. He quickly said excitedly: "Thank you, I'm so kind to you, Governor General."

Several old craftsmen behind Huang Bantou looked at each other with strange expressions, unable to hide their jealousy.

At this time, Xu Jin asked again: "By the way, I wonder if Huang Bantou noticed just now that the range of Western artillery seems to be farther than our artillery. Well, there is probably a gap of 100 steps. Why is this?"

The ancients called taking one foot forward one step, and taking one step forward one step is called a step. Therefore, the step mentioned by the ancients is equivalent to two steps in modern people, about 1.4 meters, and one hundred steps is 140 meters, so the gap of one hundred steps is not small. Not to mention one hundred steps, at critical moments, even a range of ten steps can determine life and death.

Huang Bantou was immediately stopped. He had never studied this question. He subconsciously glanced at He Zhier in the distance. Xu Jin was secretly surprised. Following Huang Bantou's gaze, he saw a delicate boy standing in the distance with a tiny look on his face. He immediately recognized him. This guy should be the boy who survived the explosion the day before yesterday.

"Governor General, this question... the young one should think carefully before reporting back to the master." Huang Bantou stammered.

Xu Jin also knew that the technical problems in this area were difficult to answer, so he nodded generously. Seeing that Xu Jin did not ask any further, Huang Bantu couldn't help but sigh and bowed: "Governor General, since the problem has been solved, the young man will go back and work overtime to strengthen the remaining Folang machine cannons."

Xu Jin hurriedly asked: "The fleet under my command is equipped with about 500 Flang machine cannons. How long does it take to strengthen it?"

Huang Bantou thought for a while before saying, "Sir, our weapon field is narrow and there are insufficient iron materials. If we need to strengthen all 500 cannons, it will probably take about half a month to a month."

Xu Jin frowned immediately. It took too long to accept it. Seeing this, Wang Yu suggested: "Mr. Xu, it is better to transport some artillery to Guangzhou City to reinforce it. The weapons workshops there are much larger, and there are sufficient manpower and materials."

Xu Jin nodded after hearing this, "Then do it like this."

At that moment, Xu Jin ordered Qi Jingtong to arrange manpower and gather all the Folang machine cannons on several large ships, preparing to set off for the Guangzhou Prefecture. As a technical backbone, Huang Bantou naturally had to accompany him to solve possible problems at any time.

As soon as Xu Jin and others left, Huang Bantuo quickly called He Zhier aside and generously stuffed twenty taels of silver into the latter's hands.

When did this little girl He Zhier see so much money? She was so scared that she hurriedly returned it to Huang Bantou. However, the latter stuffed two ingots of silver back into her hand and said a little unnaturally: "Xiao Mo, you are still young and should not stand out too early, so Uncle Huang didn't mention you in front of the Governor just now. But you deserve these silver rewards, so take them quickly."

"But... there are too many, everyone should share the silver reward from the Governor." He Zhier said authentically.

Huang Bantou smiled and said, "The Governor has rewarded 500 taels, and there are still a lot of them. Just make sure that everyone in the workshop has a share. You should take this share, hurry up and take it."

He Zhier hesitated for a moment, and finally carefully collected the two ingots of silver, and her heart was pounding. Her salary for her as an apprentice was only ten cents a day, and twenty taels were simply astronomical for her.

When Huang Bantou saw He Zhier collecting the money, he showed a comfortable smile, patted He Zhier's thin shoulder and said, "Xiao Mo, follow Uncle Huang well in the future. Uncle Huang will never treat you badly. Well, go home quickly and clean up. I will go to the city with Uncle Huang tomorrow."

At this time, Huang Bantou obviously regarded He Zhier as his left arm, so he specially brought He Zhier with him. If the Governor asked some tricky questions on the way, at least someone could discuss it.

"Bonto Huang, can I... not go!" He Zhier stammered.

"Silly boy, what a good opportunity, why don't you go? Maybe the Governor will reward us with a few hundred taels when he is happy."

"But I still have to take care of my dad!"

Huang Bantou said disapprovingly: "Too much to take care of you. Although your legs are a little lame, you can't move. You run out to the restaurant every day and don't know how easy it is to take care of you. You will throw a silver at home later. Make sure that guy wants you to get away from you. Okay, don't let your mother-in-law do it, just do it like that."

After Huang Bantou finished speaking, he drove straight away. He Zhier frowned deeply. He was not worried that Uncle Mo would not be taken care of, but that Uncle Mo would let her take the opportunity to attack Xu Jin.

He Zhier was not worried at all. When she returned home and told the matter, Mo Cuzi was really happy and said, "Silly girl, why don't you go? This time, you will definitely have the opportunity to contact Xu Jin. Then you can find the right time to start."

After Mo Cutezi said that, he sinisterly handed a pack of medicine powder to He Zhier, who ate and said, "Uncle Mo, what is this?"

Mo Crooker grinned and said, "Don't worry, just find an opportunity to mix this bag of medicine into the water that Xu Jin drank. This thing is colorless and tasteless, and no one can find it. But remember to be smarter, don't put yourself in it too."
Chapter completed!