Shen Lie's heart was beating fast at this moment, but he managed to calmly reach out his hand and pick off the withered grass that was stuck to the plain white robe for her.
Zhang Jingxiu had no doubts at all, and even smiled at Shen Lie with a beautiful smile. The two of them chatted and laughed before returning to the shade under the mill.
Lying on the haystack again, Shen Lie began to close his eyes and meditate, forcing himself to erase the infinite spring scenery that he dared not see from his mind.
But I don't know why I couldn't help but think about it. Although I glanced at it unintentionally, I couldn't get rid of that touch of amorous feelings that made people's blood flow in my mind.
Shen Lie cursed himself in his heart: "Animal!"
She trusts herself so much.
But myself...
Shen Lie had no choice but to pretend to turn over and take a nap, and then snoring could be heard one after another in the cool afternoon.
When the vicious day tilted slightly to the west, everyone stood up again, carrying bamboo hats and began to walk into the field in twos and threes.
busy.
Shen Lie thought for a moment and first called Tian Hong and asked him to send someone to a nearby unknown village to hire a strong woman to take care of Miss Zhang.
To avoid such embarrassing things happening again.
After thinking about it, Shen Lie called Zhang Kui again and walked into the forest not far away with a few people. He picked up an ax and chopped down some small trees with thick arms.
The branches and leaves on the tree were removed, and a new cabin was built using the small tree as Miss Zhang's exclusive hut.
While working, Shen Lie wiped his sweat and muttered in a low voice: "This rich young lady is really difficult to take care of. It's so troublesome to eat, drink, and defecate!"
She is also arrogant, has a mysophobia and is careless. She didn't bring a maid with her when she came.
Zhang Kui nodded sharply with deep sympathy, as if he had found a close friend.
Let’s talk about it.
Shen Lie is still very meticulous in his work...
Time passed by, and the day's work was over. Half of the potatoes were harvested. The helpers received their pay and left with a lot of gratitude.
The small wooden house built by Shen Lie and others was also built, and some lime was sprinkled inside to solve Miss Zhang's dilemma of dressing up as a woman.
As Shen Lie raised his head, he looked at the beautiful woman playing with water in the fields under the setting sun, which seemed to be emitting a hazy luster.
The setting sun, farmland, wells, and gorgeous sunset outline a beautiful picture of a lady.
Soon Zhang Jingxiu felt Shen Lie's scorching gaze, and she excitedly waved her green little hand towards him.
Shen Lie smiled back, waved, and then patted his face gently.
"Not as good as a beast!"
Soon the sun set, and darkness enveloped the land on the outskirts of Beijing, turning the Yanshan Mountains not far away into a blurry outline.
At midnight.
Two miles away from Shenjiazhuang.
By the faint moonlight, Shen Lie, Tian Hong, and Victor sneaked out of the village, leading a few pack horses and grabbing the guy.
The three of them walked quietly through the unknown graves.
Tian Hong was leading the way with an exquisite crossbow, Shen Lie was behind with his flintlock musket, and poor Victor was walking in the middle with pickaxes, shovels and other tools.
As the thin-soled boots of the three stepped on the dead branches and leaves, a night owl parked on a grave not far away was frightened and flew away with fluttering wings.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, as Tian Hong waved his hand, the three of them stopped in front of a tomb.
Tian Hong took out the fire certificate and took a look at it. He looked at the mark on the simple tombstone, turned around and said softly: "We're here."
Shen Lie nodded. The Western musket he had longed for was buried in this grave bag. He was about to get it, but his palms began to sweat.
After all, the risk of concealing a firearm privately is too great.
He gritted his teeth.
Shen Lie took the pickaxe from Victor's hand, spat on his hand a few times, and they started digging up the unknown grave together.
Soon I saw a brand new coffin, dug it out, and then used a pickaxe to pry open the coffin, revealing several Western muskets inside.
Three long spears and five short spears came into view.
The gun is probably 80% new, wrapped in oil paper, and the seller has even carefully maintained it. It exudes a strong smell of tung oil.
Bend down.
Shen Lie picked up a long spear and tested its weight, feeling awe-struck in his heart.
This musket is thick and long, weighing more than ten kilograms. The craftsmanship is very sophisticated. It has a front sight and a well-made long barrel that exudes a metallic luster.
And the trigger is also very unique.
Shen Lie searched for a long time but couldn't find the match rope, so he looked at the gun again in the weak moonlight.
It didn't matter. Shen Lie was slightly stunned, shocked by the sophistication and magnificence of this musket.
In addition to the long barrel and mysterious forging patterns, which represent the highest level of forging technology in the world today, the three rifling lines in the barrel are clearly visible.
But the rifling is very rough and straight...
Shen Lie looked at the gun body again. The gun body carved from mahogany was actually inlaid with two exquisite copper pieces. The copper pieces were also engraved with exquisite patterns and a string of incomprehensible foreign characters.
Shen Lie stroked this string of foreign characters with his fingers, thinking about what words they were...
It's not English anyway.
In front of Victor, Shen Lie did not want to show his timidity, so he said in a deep voice: "Which European power made this flintlock gun?"
But Victor looked confused and asked: "What is a flintlock gun?"
This time it was Shen Lie's turn to be confused. A thought came into his mind. It seemed that the flintlock gun was a name given by later generations. People of this era would naturally not understand it.
Shen Lie had no choice but to ask again: "What kind of gun is this?"
Victor quickly said respectfully: "This is the standard flint gun equipped by the Ottoman Guards."
Shen Lie nodded and thought in his heart: "Flint gun?"
Understood.
It turns out that in this era, flintlock guns were called flint guns. Shen Lie, who felt that he had gained knowledge, touched the gorgeous copper plate on the gun body and became even more suspicious.
Is this gun the standard equipment of the Ottoman Guards?
Why Ottoman?
After asking.
Victor explained respectfully on the side: "This inscription is indeed the symbol of the Ottoman Guards, but this type of flint gun comes from the Kingdom of Spain..."
Shen Lie listened silently.
I see.
So, this batch of muskets was purchased by the Ottoman Guards from the Kingdom of Spain, and then flowed out of the Ottoman military camp.
Then through the Silk Road, it flowed into the Ming Dynasty from the northwest.
The case was solved.
Under Shen Lie's questioning, Victor arrived again.
According to Victor, the Spanish were the first to equip their troops with the earliest flintlock guns in the world, which can be traced back to the Algerian War.
Spain, which had a strong army at the time, sent a large army to expedition to Algeria in North Africa in an attempt to colonize North Africa, but it suffered an unexpected defeat.
The reason for the disastrous defeat of the powerful Spanish Royal Army was that bad weather prevented the use of matchlock guns. First, the powder pool was blown away by the wind during use, and secondly, the gunpowder could not be used because it was damp.
Then the proud Royal Army of the Spaniards, whose matchlock guns were turned into fire sticks, were beheaded by the tough North African Algerian cavalry, just like chopping melons and vegetables.
Therefore, three years after the Algerian War, the Spanish learned from the painful experience and developed this flint flintlock gun, which early appeared in Catalonia and Valencia.
As Victor explains.
Shen Lie nodded, but what he was thinking about was a novel he had read, which described the Battle of Saarhu in the late Ming Dynasty.
