A black shadow suddenly appeared quietly from the front yard. He patrolled around and confirmed that there was no one, so he slowly touched the back yard...
A few gusts of wind blew.
The moon, which was originally covered by dark clouds, slowly emerged from its sharp edges, and the slightly blue moonlight instantly sprinkled on the ground...
The moonlight shines through the shadows of the walls and trees, and at the same time, the shadow of this person...
He seemed to be a little panicked, and his eyes glanced around randomly, then he stared at the kitchen in the backyard with his slightly red eyes. He walked forward slowly, tiptoed and slightly opened the kitchen door...
"Are you hungry? Master?" Yan Bing stood behind the black shadow and said with a smile.
The figure was immediately startled, then quickly stood up, cleared his throat, and without saying a word, he turned around silently and walked back...
Yan Bing smiled and chased after him, holding a plate in his hand.
"Master, look, no one let this smoked chicken disciple move, just left it for you." Yan Bing said with a smile, while approaching the old man.
The old man plunged into his room without taking his head back.
Yan Bing held the smoked chicken and followed in with a silly face. 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 say anything, turned his back onto the bed neatly, rolled the quilt, and turned his face toward the wall.
Yan Bing smiled and said softly to the old man's back: "I'll go and solve the problem of meat price tomorrow. Don't be angry..."
"Yeah." The old man then reluctantly responded, but his face still faced the wall, without any intention of turning back.
Yan Bing smirked, then walked out of the door, closed the door gently from outside... and went back to the room to sleep.
The next morning
Yan Bing hugged Qingxuan to the backyard, nodded at Zhao Cheng who had been waiting there, then drew out his sword and started dancing.
Zhao Cheng learned as he was doing, while whispering: "Master, the book "math" you gave to your disciple before is a little confused. No one here knows the "Arabic numerals" in it. What's the use of the apprentice learning?"
When Yan Bing heard this, she smiled and danced her sword, she replied: "It doesn't matter if no one understands... Just follow the study and be a teacher, and more people will soon understand... But, at that time, you can't learn at home, you have to go to the school run by a teacher..."
"School!?? I won't go to the disciple! It's too expensive! The disciple hasn't worked for a long time and can't always spend the master's money." Zhao Cheng learned to move clumsyly while whispering softly.
Yan Bing smiled and kept moving his hands, continuing to say, "No money, and not only do you not spend money, but all the children in Tongshun County, as long as they want to go, they don't spend money!" As the last word was spit out, Yan Bing suddenly stabbed a sword, and the tip of the sword suddenly made a phoenix sound.
"Ah!?Really??So when will this school be opened? Can the disciple's younger brother and sister also go?" Zhao Chengyi was excited and his hands stopped.
"Continue to dance the sword!" Yan Bing reminded him loudly, and then changed to a gentle tone and continued: "As long as a child over six years old, both men and women, you can go."
Zhao Cheng smiled happily and nodded, raised the bamboo pole, followed Yan Bing's movements, and continued to dance.
"But, if this school wants to open, you have to say hello to that person first." Yan Bing murmured to himself silently.
Zhao Cheng didn't know who the person his master was talking about, but he knew that as long as the master said it would definitely be realized. Once he was happy, his movements would become lighter and lighter.
After practicing for an hour, Yan Bing instructed Zhao Cheng to study hard at home, but he put away Qingxuan and stood up to go to the military camp.
When she arrived at the gate of the military camp, she happened to see more than 200 soldiers in charge of selling goods pushing out the cart and flew directly to the front.
Everyone saw a figure floating by, looked closely, and hurriedly bowed and said, "Duke Ding."
Yan Bing nodded, waved his hand, signaled them to flatten, and then said to them loudly: "Start today! The plan has changed!! You divided it into two batches, one batch is responsible for pulling out the chicken, duck, fish and meat from the camp to the market to sell. What price is six days ago! Then give me the price! No matter who comes, what price is called! Don't pay attention to him! Only sell it to the people!"
A soldier who took the lead took the order and waved his hand and shouted: "Brothers from Kun's camp come with me!"
Yan Bing nodded and said to the other group: "You go to Yingxian Courtyard to pick up goods as usual! But this time! You don't collect chickens, ducks, fish and meat! You only collect cash!" Speaking of this, he paused again, pointed to a soldier in the lead and asked, "Do you know how to count?"
The soldier in the lead nodded and said, "I'm a little conscious of the numbers, but... I don't know much..."
Yan Bing smiled slightly, patted his shoulder and said, "It's okay. When you go to Yingxian Court, remember to take a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. You will be responsible for counting, drawing a circle to represent pancreas, drawing a square to represent paper. You must remember it clearly. As long as there are no mistakes in the accounts, you can be the general flag of your own public security."
The soldier was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly bowed his hand and said, "The youngest one must live up to the will of Duke Dingguo!"
"Well! Also, remember! Panzi! One piece of one or two! Grass paper! One knife three words! Oh! By the way! After picking up the goods this time, I will take a truck of straw paper for the Duke's Mansion first!"
Yan Bing said, while secretly happy: I don’t have to use the toilet to scrape my butt anymore!!!
While smiling bitterly, my mood became a little more pleasant.
After all, the feeling of scraping the anus from bamboo strips... and the embarrassment of accidentally touching the hand...
That is really not something that a modern person can tolerate!
But she really couldn't do the luxury of using silk and brocade paper to wipe her butt... so she has been enduring it until now.
When you give money to others, you are very generous.
But it was my turn, but I couldn't bear it.
Yan Bing is very strange...
After all this was arranged, Yan Bing went to the shooting range of Young Hyun Inn without waiting for the soldiers behind him.
From a distance, I heard a burst of gunfire, which shows that the experiment of magic-modified muskets is still underway.
Yan Bing slowly walked into the shooting range, but everyone was still concentrating on experimenting with the gun, and no one noticed her at all.
Yan Bing looked at the two more explosive 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, just opened the lid, changed the dressings, loaded the rope, and couldn't hear it at all.
Yan Bing frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly: "How was the test?!!"
Then the group of people suddenly turned their heads and stepped forward one after another. While taking out the paper ball in their ears, they bowed and said, "Duke Dingguo"
Yan Bing nodded. It seemed that the sound insulation effect of this straw paper was not bad.
"Put your ears with straw paper." This was what Yan Bing specifically told them before leaving.
After all, if you are immersed in excessive noise for a long time, if you do not take some protective measures, it will cause permanent damage to your hearing, and in severe cases, it will even permanently deaf.
"How was the test? I think this is? Two more bursts?" Yan Bing pointed to the rifle on the ground and asked.
One of the craftsmen stepped forward and replied: "These two were tested. One of them used No. 6 firing medicine, which stimulated eighty-seven consecutive shots, and the other one used No. 5 firing medicine, which stimulated one hundred and three consecutive shots, which exploded the chamber."
Yan Bing nodded, pointed to the other few intact rifles and asked, "Then are these..."
Another craftsman bowed and said, "These are responsible for the statistics. Three use No. 6 medicines and three use No. 5 medicines. For every sixty shots, they will rest for a quarter of an hour, and then continue to stimulate sixty shots. It will continue to stimulate sixty shots. Now each rifle has activated 3,616 shots, and none of them explode."
Hearing this, Yan Bing's mouth was almost raised to the sky.
Sure enough, the steel rifle is not a little different from the iron rifle.
Although the cost is nearly half the price, it is absolutely worth the money.
The firearm made of iron, let alone 3,600 rounds, can last up to 2,000 rounds without blowing, is considered a fine product, not to mention that these magic-modified guns use yellow gunpowder with several times the power of explosion.
Yan Bing was in a good mood, so he raised his hand and said to everyone: "Get one! My country's Duke wants to try its range and power in person! Send me the No. 6 medicine!"
When everyone heard this, they were shocked and dissuaded: "Duke Ding, you are a daughter-in-law, you must not take such risks. Should I wait?"
Yan Bing frowned and said, "It's like your life is not life! Let's go!"
In one go, he pushed these strong men who had been scrambling for many years to aside. Several of them were not firmly standing and almost sat on the ground.
Yan Bing wanted to know how powerful and accurate this gun was, if it was really as accurate as a legend...
Then it is very necessary for her to make the glass first...
After all, who doesn’t want to have a sniper rifle that can reach a range of kilometers and is equipped with a scope in the 17th century!?