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Chapter 119: Gun Manufacturing

Liu Bao, a young carpenter, comes from a family of carpenters.

His ancestors were carpenters, and it has been passed down to him.

After the natural disaster, he was the only one who died in his family.

This kid is only sixteen years old, but his carpenter talent is amazing.

In Gongsun Mo's words, Liu Bao's level in the field of making fine small items is definitely the first in Jiangzhou at this stage.

Song Yang actually met Liu Bao.

Because this guy is a registered professional and technical personnel, he must attend the nature course.

The impression he gave Song Yang was that he was unknown.

I never took the initiative to ask questions, I just kept studying.

If my test scores are above average, I can be considered a good student.

But I didn't expect that this kid still has a hidden talent.

Song Yang showed the drawings to Liu Bao, and then explained them through words and gestures.

Liu Bao listened carefully to the sample delivery, then nodded and said: "Your Majesty, ordinary people should be able to make this thing you mentioned."

Song Yang patted Liu Bao on the shoulder with satisfaction and said, "Not bad. Let's make the overall model first, and then we can make parts separately."

Liu Bao responded and said it would be done in a day or two.

Song Yang also introduced Wang Jinshi and Liu Bao to each other and asked them to cooperate in making guns in the future.

After explaining the matter, Song Yang went back to school.

As a result, when school was over in the afternoon, I saw Liu Bao waiting at the school gate holding a musket.

"So fast!" Song Yang was stunned, this kid moved too quickly.

"Your Majesty, there happens to be a piece of wood with a similar shape in the workshop, so it saves a lot of time." Liu Bao explained.

Song Yang finally looked at the gun and found that it was about 1.5 meters long, which was exactly what it was.

The shape is basically carved according to the drawing.

"Let's go. Let's go to the workshop and make adjustments."

Taking Liu Bao back to the workshop, Song Yang began to modify the musket model.

After considering various data such as size, shape, and proportion, it was basically until late at night that the overall model of the first version of the musket was finalized.

In the following days, under Song Yang's guidance, Liu Baolu successively manufactured various parts of the flintlock musket.

Song Yang looked at the encyclopedia illustration in his mind and confirmed that the size and shape of these parts were correct.

So he found Wang Jinshi.

"These are the parts of the musket. Let's see if they are difficult to make." Song Yang pointed to a pile of "weird-shaped" wooden models on the table and said.

Wang Jinshi picked them up one by one and looked at them, and finally took the barrel of the gun and looked at it for a long time.

"Your Majesty, this iron pipe is the most difficult to cast."

He had never made such a small iron pipe and didn't know how to operate it.

"Your Majesty, Master Wang. This iron pipe can actually be made. Let's make iron sheets first, then circle them. Then drill holes with steel rods to make the inside smooth." Liu Bao pointed at the gun barrel and said.

His wooden mold is hollow, and he uses a carpenter's hand drill to drill out the wooden tube.

Wang Jinshi also has a drill bit for drilling iron, but he usually drills holes in iron sheets, but he never thought of drilling holes in iron pipes.

Song Yang gave Liu Bao a thumbs up with satisfaction. He thought of drilling the barrel that day, so he decided to make a flintlock gun.

As a result, Liu Bao brought it up before he could say anything.

It seems that the wisdom of working people cannot be underestimated.

Song Yang affirmed Liu Bao's method and said: "Master Wang, Liu Bao is right. The barrel of the gun should be drilled out."

Wang Jinshi was a little embarrassed when he held the iron pipe: "Drilling iron is not like drilling wood. It may take a month to drill through such a long iron pipe."

Indeed, producing a musket is very slow, and it may take a skilled worker a month.

Most of the time is wasted drilling the barrel.

Song Yang smiled and said: "Master Wang, aren't we studying hydraulic machinery?"

"If a drill bit is installed on the water tanker, will the speed of drilling the gun barrel be much faster?"

Song Yang thought of a hydraulic lathe. If a hydraulic lathe could be built, it would save a lot of effort in making gun barrels.

Wang Jinshi thought for a while and said: "Hydraulic drilling should be feasible, but after all, machinery is not human power, and the iron pipes drilled may not be as fine and smooth as manual operation."

As expected of an old craftsman, he can immediately think of the key.

Due to the instability of hydraulic machinery and the precision of the machinery, certain deviations may occur when drilling pipes, or the inner wall may be uneven.

"We can rough bore it with water and then refine it by hand. This saves effort and can meet the requirements." Liu Bao suggested.

Song Yang was becoming more and more satisfied with this boy, and he could simply draw inferences from one instance to make it clear.

Wang Jinshi also nodded, thinking this was feasible.

"Your Majesty, the common people will get the hydraulic drilling equipment out as soon as possible."

In fact, in the past few days, the first hydraulic mower test product has been produced, and it seems to be running well.

With the experience of hydraulic mowing machine, it is easier to make hydraulic drilling machine.

Song Yang handed over the production of hydraulic drilling machines to Wang Jinshi and Liu Bao.

At the same time, let Wang Jinshi make the gun parts when he is free.

In this regard, Liu Bao said that he could also help.

Unexpectedly, Liu Bao, who was a carpenter, could also do some blacksmithing work.

It can be called an all-round little craftsman.

Wang Jinshi also liked Liu Bao, a young man, and even decided to accept him as his apprentice and teach him his blacksmithing skills.

After explaining the matter about the musket, now we are waiting for Wang Jinshi and Liu Bao to build the various parts and then assemble the finished product for experiment.

Song Yang doesn't expect success at once, it's just in the research and development stage now.

With the guidance and support of the drawings, the finished flintlock musket can be produced within half a year.

"Is this a musket?"

After returning home, Song Yang began to write and draw again.

Tong Qian brought a cup of tea over and looked at Song Yang's transformation for a long time before asking curiously.

"This is not a musket, this is an artillery! It is much more powerful than a musket!" Song Yang said, pointing to the drawing.

"Then why don't we fire now?" Tong Qian asked, scratching her head.

"There are no materials. This thing is too big and requires a lot of materials." Song Yang shook his head.

He also wants to build a lot of cannons. No matter what rogues he is, one cannon will turn into a box in a matter of minutes.

Unfortunately, cannons require much more materials than muskets.

All the existing copper and iron in Jiangzhou were used by workshops to make sickles, and there was no extra material to cast cannons.

None of the prefectures near Jiangzhou were important defense towns. Except for Daye, there was no possibility of large-scale storage of iron ingots.

Daye was also unlucky. A batch of iron ingots had just been transported before the natural disaster, and not much was newly smelted.

Now we have to prepare for the autumn harvest. Iron ingots are distributed to various prefectures and counties, but there are really not many that can be distributed.

Now there is no energy to mine the iron ore in Daye.

Therefore, raw materials are still the main factor limiting Song Yang's various inventions.

"Maybe next year, when we have completely solved the food crisis, we can free up our energy to do the things we want to do."

Song Yang looked at the artillery on the paper and said with great anticipation.


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