After successfully test-firing the artillery, the next step is to put it into production.
The artillery workshop is still in charge, but the number of personnel has not increased.
Of the 100 people who originally made the Crouching Tiger Cannon, ten people were retained to continue making the Crouching Tiger Cannon, and the remaining 90 people were divided into two groups to build the 1001 Repeater Cannon and the 2001 Cannon.
Song Yang did not require a construction period or progress.
The Tiger Crouching Cannon can fully meet the current combat needs, and the production of continuous-fire cannons and cannons only needs to be carried out step by step.
According to the current production efficiency, it is not a problem for the repeating gun to produce seven or eight units a month.
Cannons are much slower. A single group of workers can produce at most one unit a month. A group of fifteen people can produce three units a month.
"Prioritize quality and slow down the speed."
Song Yang’s request to Wang Jinshi.
These two kinds of cannons are extremely powerful, and if the barrel is exploded, the self-mutilation effect is still very high.
After arranging the artillery, Song Yang wanted to help improve the steam engine.
Steam engines have been improved from generation to generation, and there are now four generations that have been clearly documented.
However, from Song Yang's perspective, there is still a lot of room for improvement.
The railway in Daye has started construction, and if it goes quickly, it may be open to traffic by the end of this year.
If we can continue to improve the power of the locomotive before then, Daye's iron ore transportation can be improved to a higher level.
June 10th.
Song Yang was immersed in studying the improved drawings of the steam engine when Gongsun Mo came with a smile on his face.
"My lord, are you busy?" Gongsun Mo said with a smile as soon as he entered the door.
"Old Mo, what do you want from me? Look at your happy face. Is this a good thing?"
Song Yang put down what he was doing and saw Gongsun Mo standing at the door.
"Your Majesty, I'd like to invite you to the 100-day banquet tomorrow for the little boy at home." Gongsun Mo said with a smile.
"Oh? A hundred days? It's so fast. I didn't hear from Gongsun Qi a few days ago." Song Yang tilted his head and said.
Gongsun Mo curled his lips and said, "What does that little bastard remember? Besides, it only seems sincere that the old man comes to invite the prince himself!"
"Okay. I know this, and I promise to be there tomorrow!" Song Yang nodded.
After agreeing to Gongsun Mo, the old man said goodbye and left, saying that he was going to inform his seventh uncle.
Song Yang was about to continue studying the drawings, but his hand stopped in the air.
"No! Escape quickly!" Song Yang's expression changed, as if he suddenly thought of something.
He put down his pen in a hurry and ran out of the room, walking directly through the courtyard and leaving the government office.
At the gate of the government office, I met Fang Zhe coming back from outside.
"Where are you going in such a hurry, Your Majesty?" Fang Zhe asked.
"It's okay. I'm going to the dock to inspect the work. You don't need to accompany me. I'll go on my own."
After Song Yang finished speaking, he ran away quickly.
After a while, a man came to the west of the government office and it was his seventh uncle Song Tong.
"Where's Ayan?"
Uncle Qi entered the government office and went straight to Song Yang's office. When he arrived at the door, he saw that the door was open, but there was no one inside.
The two guards didn't know where Song Yang had gone, they only knew that he left in a hurry.
Just as he was about to answer, he saw Fang Zhe passing by holding an account book.
"Are you looking for the prince? He went to the dock to inspect the work." Fang Zhe took the initiative when he saw Uncle Qi standing at the door of Song Yang's office.
"Which pier are you going to?" Uncle Qi asked.
"I don't know, I didn't say." Fang Zhe shook his head.
"What a bastard!" Uncle Qi curled his lips and walked away.
Fang Zhe looked confused. He didn't know why Song Yang had offended his seventh uncle. He looked unhappy.
Here Song Yang has arrived at Xincheng Pier, and the steward came to receive him.
"My lord, please help me..."
Song Yang rarely came here, and even when he came, he always brought other officials with him.
"It's okay, you're busy with your business, I'm just walking around casually." Song Yang waved his hand.
Walk to the steward's rest area on the pier, sit there and start looking at the scenery.
He was still muttering: "Fortunately, I ran fast, otherwise after Lao Mo found the seventh uncle, the seventh uncle would definitely come to find me..."
That's really the case.
When the seventh uncle heard about Gongsun Mo's grandson's 100-day banquet, he was so angry that he immediately went to find Song Yang.
It turned out to be in vain.
the next day.
Song Yang went to the office to get his hair tied in the morning, but it was nothing serious.
Seeing that it was almost noon, Fang Zhe came over and knocked on the door.
"Your Majesty, are you going to Gongsun's house?"
"Let's go. Huh? It's almost time. Come on, let's go there right now."
When we arrived at the front yard, Ma Cheng was already waiting there.
Yu Ming went to the Jiangbei camp to inspect the camp the day before yesterday, and is now heading back. He will not go back to the government office and go directly to Gongsun's house.
The three of them arrived at the gate of the government office, and Ma Cheng was already ready.
"It's true that Lao Mo has to live so far away and have to take a car to eat!"
Fang Zhe started complaining as soon as he got in the car.
The new town has become very large after several expansions.
Gongsun Mo felt that the small courtyard where he originally lived was too small, so he moved his family to the new district in the southernmost part of the new city.
This place is so big that we can grow two acres of vegetable garden!
Moreover, transportation is quite inconvenient. It takes half an hour for Gongsun Qi to go to work at the Navy Yamen at the northernmost military dock by horseback.
It takes half an hour for Lao Mo to walk to the glass workshop.
However, this guy is still very satisfied with his new residence, and said that the place is big enough for his grandson to run around like crazy in the future...
Ma Cheng walked here and there all day long, but he didn't even realize the distance was that far.
But Fang Zhe kept shouting from afar.
Song Yang patted Fang Zhe on the shoulder and said with a smile: "The city continues to develop and will get bigger and bigger in the future. The distance is so small, it will only get farther and farther in the future."
"What the prince said is that the natural disaster didn't seem too big before. I think Lao Fang is used to walking around the new city." Ma Cheng laughed.
"It would be great if the city could be controlled to a certain scale. Now that I'm used to walking, I'm not used to riding in a carriage." Fang Zhe said sarcastically.
"To control the size of the city, on the one hand, it is population control, and on the other hand, we must start with land utilization." Song Yang said here and stopped talking.
"Actually, if you ask me to build houses in the future, we won't need yards. Before the new town, we were thinking about eating vegetables. Now that the supply of vegetables can be guaranteed, it doesn't matter whether we need yards or not." Fang Zhe complained.
Speaking of the previous planning of the new town, it was indeed a small courtyard for each family.
People like Fang Zhe have never planted a garden at all. At most, they have asked people to help him plant some flowers and plants.
The whole yard is a waste of space. If it is used to build a house, the land utilization rate can be improved.
"Well. It's not just the yard, but also the height..."
After hearing Fang Zhe's complaint, Song Yang frowned and listened to the words.
Fang Zhe and Ma Cheng knew what the prince was thinking and didn't say anything, so they just waited.
"Some residential buildings can be built, and people who don't need yards can live in the buildings."
"Residential building?"
Fang Zhe muttered something, and probably figured out what a residential building was.
Daqian also has buildings, and many restaurants and inns have second or even third floors.
After thinking about this, Fang Zhecai said: "Your Majesty, if you want to build a residential building, there may not be many people willing to live above the second floor. After all, it is not convenient."
Song Yang shook his head and said: "Actually, there are many difficulties in going up and down the stairs. If you only see three floors, the height is not high and it is not tiring to go up and down the stairs."
“And wouldn’t the view be better if you live upstairs?”
Fang Zhe said thoughtfully:
"Then water supply and drainage... By the way, we have running water!"
Fang Zhe slapped his forehead and thought of tap water.
It is not convenient to use water when living upstairs, but since we already have running water, the water problem is solved.
As for the water...just leave a pipe.
Besides, the flush toilet is not a high-tech product, and it is completely possible with today's technology.
Thinking of this, Song Yang was even a little excited.
In my previous life, I lived in a high-rise building all my life. After time travel, I didn’t live in a high-rise building, and I even lived in a thatched shack for several months.
Now that he has the opportunity to live in a building, Song Yang certainly wants to move in as soon as possible.
"Well, let's allocate a piece of land in the city and build a few three-story buildings to test the waters. If you don't want to plant a garden, you can replace the buildings with bungalows."
Song Yang said with some excitement.
"Well... we don't seem to have any craftsmen who can build it." Fang Zhe was a little embarrassed.
"I know it!" Song Yang slapped his thigh.
I worked in the construction industry for a period of time in my previous life, so I don’t know much about it. At least a three-story building won’t collapse...
"Okay. I will mobilize carpenters for you tomorrow." Fang Zhe nodded.
He also wanted to live in a building, but growing a garden in a bungalow was too painful for him.
"It's not carpentry! Let's build a house with cement! Just build a frame building!" Song Yang became more and more excited as he spoke, and he was already using vocabulary that was unfamiliar to Fang Zhe.
"Frame building?" Fang Zhe looked confused.
Ma Cheng, who had been silent on the side, also cast a doubtful look.
"The concrete floor, foundation concrete pillars, concrete floor, and slabs serve as stress supports, and all stress-bearing parts are connected by reinforced concrete."
"This kind of house is extremely stable, much stronger than a wooden structure."
Song Yang explained.
Before Fang Zhe could speak, Ma Cheng said first, "Can this kind of Fang Zhe be used to defend against enemy attacks?"
Ma Cheng's words immediately raised the building to a strategic level.
"It has certain defensive capabilities, but it is stronger than wood!" Song Yang nodded.
"Since the prince has said so, I will definitely cooperate with you fully!" Fang Zhe nodded and expressed his willingness to support Song Yang in building the building.
"Then you are responsible for finding a mason. As for the plot of land, let's go to the city to look around tomorrow." Song Yang said happily.
The building is considered to have been secured.
"Actually, the area diagonally opposite the Yamen Square will do. Wasn't it originally meant to be used for warehouse repairs? It would be very convenient to just use it to build buildings. And it's also close to where people in the Yamen go to work." Ma Cheng suggested.
"Yeah, that place is nice." Fang Zhe also agreed.
"Okay. Let's make a reservation there for the time being. We'll see it tomorrow." Song Yang nodded.
As the three of them talked, Gongsun's family arrived.
Gongsun Mo and his son were already waiting at the door for Song Yang to come over.
There are already many guests outside the door.
But everyone was chatting at the door.
Song Yang didn't come, and they didn't dare to go in first.
"Your Majesty is a thousand years old. It's really a blessing to have you here to support me!"
Lao Mo ran to Song Yang's car and said loudly and respectfully.