A dark figure suddenly appeared quietly from the front yard. He checked around to make sure there was no one there, and then slowly moved towards the backyard...
A few gusts of wind blew.
The moon, which was originally covered by dark clouds, slowly emerged, and the bluish moonlight instantly spread to the ground...
The moonlight showed the shadow of the wall, the shadow of the trees, and also the shadow of this person...
He seemed to be a little panicked, and he glanced around randomly before focusing on the kitchen in the backyard with slightly red eyes. He walked forward slowly, tiptoed, and opened the kitchen door slightly...
"Are you hungry? Master??" Yan Bing stood behind the black figure and said with a smile.
The figure was startled immediately, then quickly stood up straight, cleared his throat, silently turned around and walked back without saying a word...
Yan Bing smiled and chased after him, holding a plate in his hand.
"Master, look, this smoked chicken has not been moved by anyone. It was left just for you." Yan Bing said with a playful smile while approaching the old man.
The old man rushed into his room without even looking back.
Yan Bing held the smoked chicken and followed him in shamelessly. He put the chicken on the table, bowed and said, "Master, I put the smoked chicken on the table..."
The old man still didn't speak, he quickly turned over on the bed, rolled up the quilt, and turned his face to the wall.
Yan Bing chuckled and said softly to the old man's back: "Disciple will go to solve the meat price problem tomorrow, please don't be angry..."
"Yeah." The old man reluctantly responded, but his face was still facing the wall and he had no intention of looking back.
Yan Bing chuckled, walked out of the door, closed the door gently from the outside... and went back to his room to sleep.
Early next morning
Yan Bing carried Qingxuan to the backyard, nodded to Zhao Cheng who was already waiting there, then pulled out his sword and danced around.
Zhao Cheng followed the example and said softly: "Master, the "Mathematics" you gave to my apprentice before was not very clear to me. There are no "Arabic numerals" in it. There is no one here.
You know, what’s the use of learning it as a disciple?”
Hearing this, Yan Bing smiled, and while dancing his sword, he replied: "It doesn't matter if no one understands... Just follow the example and become a teacher, and soon more people will understand... But at that time,
You can no longer study at home, you have to study in a school run by teachers..."
"School!?? Disciple won't go! It's too expensive! Disciple hasn't worked for a long time, so we can't always spend master's money." Zhao Cheng whispered softly while imitating the movements awkwardly.
Yan Bing chuckled, kept moving his hands, and continued: "It doesn't cost money, and not only you don't spend money, but the children of Quantongshun County don't need to spend money if they want to go!" As the last word came out,
Yan Bing also thrust out his sword suddenly, and the tip of the sword suddenly let out a phoenix cry.
"Ah!? Really?? Then when will this school open? Can my disciple's younger brothers and sisters also go?" Zhao Cheng was so excited that he stopped moving his hands.
"Continue to dance with the sword!" Yan Bing reminded sternly, then returned to a soft tone and continued: "As long as they are children over six years old, regardless of gender, they can go."
Zhao Cheng smiled happily and nodded, raised the bamboo pole, followed Yan Bing's movements, and continued dancing.
"It's just that if you want to open this school, you have to say hello to that person first." Yan Bing said to himself silently.
Zhao Cheng didn't know who the person the master was talking about was, but he knew that as long as the master said it, it would definitely come true. When he was happy, his movements would become more and more brisk.
After practicing for an hour, Yan Bing told Zhao Cheng to study hard at home, while he put away Qingxuan, got up and went to the military camp.
When she arrived at the gate of the military camp, she happened to see more than two hundred soldiers in charge of selling goods coming out pushing carts, and she flew directly in front of them.
Everyone saw a figure floating by, took a closer look, and hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Dong Guo Gong."
Yan Bing nodded, waved his hand to signal them to level up, and then said loudly to them: "Starting today! The plan has changed!! You will be divided into two batches, one batch will be responsible for pulling out the chickens, ducks, fish and meat from the camp to sell at the market.
Whatever the price was six days ago! Just give me the price! No matter who comes and what price they shout! Ignore him! Only sell to the common people!"
A leading soldier took the order and immediately waved his hand and shouted: "Brothers from Kunzi Camp, follow me!"
Yan Bing nodded and said to the other group: "You go to Yingxianyuan to buy goods as usual! Only this time! No chicken, duck or fish will be accepted! Only cash will be accepted!" After saying this, he paused again and pointed to the leader.
One of the soldiers asked: "Do you know how to count?"
The leading soldier nodded and said: "Hui Dingguo, I know numeracy as a child, but... I'm not very literate..."
Yan Bing smiled slightly, patted his shoulder and said, "That's okay. Remember to bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone when you go to Yingxian Academy later. You will be responsible for counting. Draw a circle to represent the pancreas, and draw a square to represent the paper. You
Please remember clearly, as long as there are no mistakes in the accounts, you will be the general secretary of our country’s public security.”
The soldier was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly raised his hands and said, "Young man, I will definitely live up to Duke Dingguo's instructions!"
"Yeah! Also, remember! Youzi! One piece and one tael! Papyrus! One knife and three cents! Oh! That's right! After picking up the goods this time, first take a cart of papyrus to the Duke's Mansion!"
As Yan Bing spoke, he was secretly happy: I don’t have to use a toilet chip to scrape my butt anymore!!!
While he smiled bitterly, he felt a little happier.
After all, the smell of bamboo strips scraping the anus... and the embarrassment of accidentally getting it on your hands...
That is really not something a modern person can endure!
But she really couldn't do the extravagant thing of wiping her butt with silk and brocade paper... so she endured it until now.
When you obviously give money to others, you act lavishly.
But when it was his turn, he was reluctant to part with it.
Yan Bing is a very strange person...
After arranging all this, Yan Bing went to the shooting range of Yingxian Academy without waiting for the soldiers behind him.
Bursts of gunshots were heard from a long way away, which meant that the experiments on the magically modified muskets were still going on as usual.
Yan Bing walked slowly into the shooting range, but everyone was still concentrating on experimenting with the guns, and no one noticed her at all.
Yan Bing looked at the two more exploding muskets on the ground, smiled bitterly, and said to everyone, "Thank you for your hard work! How was the test?"
Everyone still didn't respond, they just opened the lid, changed the dressing, and loaded the bolt, as if they couldn't hear anything at all.
Yan Bing frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly: "How was the test——!!!"
The group of people suddenly turned their heads and stepped forward one after another. While taking out the paper balls in their ears, they bowed and saluted: "Dong Guo"
Yan Bing nodded. It seemed that the sound insulation effect of this papyrus was not bad.
"Plug your ears with tissue paper", this is what Yan Bing specially told them before leaving.
After all, being exposed to extremely loud noise for a long time, if some protective measures are not taken, will cause permanent damage to your hearing, and in severe cases, you may even become permanently deaf.
"How's the test going? I think this is... two more bombs?" Yan Bing pointed to the rifle on the ground and asked.
One of the craftsmen stepped forward and replied: "These two are being tested. One of them used No. 6 percussion powder and fired eighty-seven rounds in a row, exploding the chamber. The other one used No. 5 percussion powder and fired continuously.
It took one hundred and three rounds to explode before the chamber exploded."
Yan Bing nodded, pointed to the other rifles that were still intact and asked, "Then these are...?"
Another craftsman bowed and saluted and said: "These are the ones I am responsible for counting. Three use No. 6 medicine, and three use No. 5 medicine. Every time sixty rounds are fired, they rest for a quarter of an hour, and then continue to fire sixty rounds, and the cycle starts again.
, each rifle has now fired 3,616 rounds, and none has exploded."
Hearing this, the corners of Yan Bing's mouth almost turned upward.
Sure enough, the steel rifle and the wrought iron rifle are not even remotely different.
Although the cost is nearly half of the price, it is definitely worth the money.
A firegun made of wrought iron, let alone 3,600 rounds, can be considered a high-quality product if it can last for 2,000 rounds without exploding. What's more, these magic modified guns use yellow gunpowder that is several times more powerful in explosion.
Yan Bing was in a good mood, so he raised his hand and said to everyone: "Take one! I want to personally test its range and power! Give me No. 6 firing powder!"
When everyone heard this, they were immediately shocked and tried to dissuade them: "Master Dingguo, you are a rich man and you cannot take such risks. How about we wait?"
Yan Bing frowned and said: "It's like your lives are not lives! Get out of the way!"
With one push, these strong men who had been working in iron all year round were pushed aside. Several of them were unable to stand still and almost fell to the ground.
Yan Bing really wants to know the power and accuracy of this gun at this moment. If it is really as accurate as the legend...
Then it is necessary for her to make the glass first...
After all, who wouldn’t want to own a sniper rifle with a range of up to one thousand meters and a scope in the seventeenth century!?
