"I'm not naughty." Bei Mingyou glared at the fish, then looked up at the dozen matchlock guns placed on the table, and touched his head: "We really want to dismantle this."
What if such a powerful firearm cannot be put back together after being dismantled? Wouldn't it be useless? How crucial this gun is to them now.
"You won't know how to assemble it until you dismantle it. All I can draw is the appearance. The assembly and mechanism of the internal force need to be explored with this thing." Ziyu patted the matchlock gun on the table.
The drawing she drew was only a rough outline, because after all, the shotgun was a relatively crude and ancient firearm, and it was so different from the gun she had used, so she could remember a rough outline.
"Prince Princess, don't worry, I promise to fulfill my mission." Master Du patted his chest with a proud face.
If others can do it, he will definitely be able to do it, and he, Old Man Du, will not lose to anyone.
Seeing this, Ziyu reached out and patted Master Du on the shoulder: "Okay, I'll leave it to you."
The creation of new weapons was handed over to Master Du, and Ziyu and Bei Mingyue continued to discuss the manufacture of red cannons and grenades.
"Only five have come out now, so slow?" Ziyu looked at the five grenades that Bei Mingyou brought up and frowned tightly.
After so many days, only five were produced, and only a quarter of the red cannon was made. Several of her so-called arsenals worked together day and night to make it. This speed was really too slow.
Bei Mingyou spread his hands: "There is no way, this thing is too difficult to test the skills. There are too few of our original casters who can cast these two weapons."
In the past, when making knives and swords, those forging masters had spent their whole lives making them, and they were very smooth. But now, making the red cannon and this grenade requires high raw materials and not much raw materials. The craftsmanship of the original forging masters has immediately become superior.
Some people can't get the look and purity they need no matter what they do.
Hearing this, Ziyu stretched out his hand and touched his chin: "It seems that we need to recruit some talents."
"Look for some talents? From where?" Bei Minyou immediately stretched his head over and looked at Ziyu with bright eyes.
His sister-in-law has the most bad ideas. She must have some bad ideas when she says that.
"Let me think about it." Ziyu lowered his eyes and kept thinking.
All the foundry masters available in the twenty-seven cities in the north of Zhenbei are here. Where is she going to dig it from? This is really troublesome. Is it possible to dig it from the Emperor of the Later Qin again? But what excuse is she using this time?
"Prince Princess, someone is looking for you outside." At this moment, Bei Minyou's bodyguards, Feng, stepped forward.
"Who?" Who would come here to find her?
"Sister Xiangli."
"Xiangli?" Ziyu was stunned, the name seemed familiar: "Who?"
Bei Mingyou immediately looked at him with hatred and said, "That woman you stabbed in the stomach."
Ziyu immediately remembered that translation wizard, but if he had anything to say, he couldn't wait for her to go back home to say it, instead he had to come here to find her?
"Let her come in." Yu stood up and walked towards the front yard. Since he found her, he wanted to see what she wanted.
The arsenal is located where the Qin family's bank is located. Qin Yun is not here, and Qin Ziyu is here to take charge of the Qin family's business. There is nothing strange about it.
Bei Ming Xiangli, who was dressed in goose-yellow clothes and had a demure and light face, was led by Feng Ge and entered the backyard of Yinlou in front of Ziyu who was sitting in the shade of a tree enjoying the cool.
Without saying anything, Bei Mingxiangli stepped forward and handed Ziyu a box.