The next day, the craftsmen went to work as usual.
Zhu Yixi did not stop and continued to wander around, pointing and pointing from time to time, quite impressively.
The craftsmen saw this and felt quite unhappy.
"Tell me, Carpenter Zhu, if he doesn't go to a good medical office, why did he come to our carpenter's camp?"
"Maybe it's because we have so much money!"
Several craftsmen chatted while polishing the barrel of the gun.
As for the officials, they have already looked through all their thoughts and will not make any expectations, even if they were given a bucket of grain yesterday.
I sighed in my heart, when will this day get better?
"time to eat--"
Soon, it was lunch time. Unlike the soldiers who were provided with two meals, the craftsmen were only provided with one meal, so everyone was scrambling first for fear of not eating.
"Huh? Why does it smell like meat?"
"Yeah, it's really meaty!"
The apprentices lined up, sniffing and eyes shining.
Soon, the lid of the pot was opened, and the fragrant multigrain rice came out of the pot. No one was surprised.
The other pot was an unexpected fish soup.
The fish soup was poured on the multi-grain rice, and everyone was almost drunk.
Everyone took their jobs and started fighting.
"Master, try it quickly!"
The apprentice was busy carrying his rice bowl and ran over with a smile.
"What?" Craftsman Wang Wu banged the head of his gun before he stopped.
When I looked back, I saw that it was a big bowl full of rice, with fish soup on top and two pieces of meat.
"Is the food so good today?" Wang Wu started eating hurriedly, pulling and pulling, and a bowl full of food, as big as a human face, went into his stomach.
"The new chief craftsman has been appointed, I guess he has three fires!" the apprentice shouted while eating.
"I hope the heat can last for a few days." Wang Wu nodded and said:
"However, this chief craftsman doesn't look stingy. Those who took office in the past were not so generous."
During lunch time, everyone was talking a lot. They were very happy about the extra meal, and they also had initial expectations for the new craftsman.
And Zhu Yixi, today, came to the most important firearms camp in the craftsman camp.
"Bird guns have been around since the Jiajing period, and they are often found on the three sides, so we have many skilled craftsmen here."
Ma Dashan said quite proudly.
Zhu Yixi was noncommittal.
There were about five hundred craftsmen in front of him. They were tinkering non-stop, and each had their own apprentices. Even so, in his opinion, the efficiency was not high.
"How many guns can be made per month?"
"Five hundred!" Ma Dashan raised his chest, quite proud.
"Five hundred?" Zhu Yixi shook his head.
Ma Dashan was anxious and said hurriedly: "It is extremely troublesome to make bird guns. It takes ten kilograms of iron to make one kilogram of fine iron. First, we need to use two iron rods, big and small, to wrap the big and small, and then use a steel drill to drill in continuously, so that
The inner wall is smooth.”
"This drilling process is extremely grueling, and there must be no mistakes. It requires a master to sharpen it little by little, and the maximum is one inch per day. Therefore, each blunderbuss takes a month to take shape."
"After that, the front sight is installed, the rear sight is installed, and then the complete gun barrel is installed. It is placed on the gun bed and the dragon-shaped trigger is installed."
Hearing this, he raised his eyes and observed again, and found that it was indeed the case. Zhu Yixi frowned and said, "So, the hardest part is actually getting into it?"
"That's right!"
Ma Dashan said seriously: "It can only be performed by a skilled craftsman. If you insist on speed and uneven thickness, there will be a danger of the chamber exploding."
"Jerry-making of materials, lack of refined iron, and easy explosion of the chamber."
"Um!"
Zhu Yixi nodded, observed for a while, and said: "Since the most difficult part is studying, why not let those old masters do this specifically."
"What do you mean?"
Ma Dashan was shocked.
"The other steps of the matchlock are relatively simple and can be left to the apprentices. The drilling is left to the master. Doesn't this save time?"
Zhu Yixi chuckled and said: "Come in steps. Once you get familiar with it, the speed will naturally become faster."
"In this way, how many muskets can be added every month?"
"In this way, if the masters can spare four or five days, they can probably make hundreds more strokes."
Ma Dashan said in shock.
"My ancestors have known this method for a long time. It's just a matter of picking off people's teeth. Let's do it like this next!"
Zhu Yixi chuckled lightly and ordered: "In addition, the French cannon must be handled in this way. As a new officer, I always have to achieve something when I take office."
"Yes!" Ma Dashan was immediately convinced by this move, and he nodded in agreement.
Zhu Yixi felt a little uncomfortable.
The blunderbuss is actually a matchlock gun, which has long been outdated.
When it was wet and rainy, they had to stop cooking, and there was even less firepower. The Manchus even formed special heavy armored infantry to resist gunfire.
To put it bluntly, the matchlock is just a substitute for the crossbow.
The flintlock gun is the way to go.
However, the flintlock gun requires medium-carbon steel as the spring, and striking the flint to ignite the fire is nothing more than talking on paper for an ordinary person like him.
It seems that professional talents are still needed!
"How great would it be if I were a science student?"
Zhu Yixi was quite self-deprecating.
"However, nitrate, disulfide and carbon monoxide can also improve gunpowder. Granular gunpowder is enough to increase the damage of bird guns."
"By the way, we also need to establish standardization and measurement standards so that the gun can be mass-produced."
"It's just Hongyi Cannon, who should I look for?"
Although the Hongyi Cannon is simple enough, there are really not many people who understand it in the entire Ming Dynasty.
Feeling irritated, he couldn't help but want to calm his mind and took people to Jinxian Temple again.
However, as soon as they arrived at Jinxian Temple, they met another group of local gangsters who seemed to want to cause trouble for Jinxian Temple.
"How can you disturb the peace of the Taoist temple?"
Zhu Yixi was frightened, maybe she had disturbed the beauty!
However, he soon regained his composure and ordered: "Go to your home and call everyone here."
"Yes!" Thirteen responded hurriedly.
Zhu Yixi shook his head and led a few people into the Golden Immortal Temple.
"Young lady, you gave me thirty blows, and now I have cultivated myself well. I will deal with you today."
The ruffian with the nickname Ba Ye couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he looked at the cold Taoist priest, feeling pain and joy at the same time.
"I would rather commit suicide than submit!"
Miao Xian said coldly, her cold face was full of absolute determination, and her eyes were cold. It was obvious that these words were not just words.
"Businessman, if you behave like this, you will be punished by God."
Master Miaofa couldn't help but become extremely anxious when he saw his disciple being held.
The rest of the Taoist priests glared angrily, feeling full of enthusiasm but lacking in strength.
"Bah, I never believed in any divine punishment. Aren't you living well now?"
"Really?" Suddenly, an arrogant voice came from her ears, and the current female Taoist priest looked happy.
Master Ba turned his head and saw that the two boys guarding the door had been beaten to the ground and were wailing.
"You?" He exclaimed in surprise. This person was so familiar that he immediately felt a dull pain in his butt. Then he looked around and plucked up his courage: "There are five or six of you, but I have more than a dozen here."