So Emperor Yan of the Ming Dynasty replied to Yan Shiyue's letter and sent two more shadow guards there.
Yan Shiyue received the letter from Emperor Ming Yan and informed Yuwendan about the craftsman's status. Yuwendan was very grateful.
Then she also asked people to clear out a separate work shed so that they could make firecrackers.
Unexpectedly, it went so smoothly, and he was able to come into contact with the most exquisite firearms before his eyes. Li Fei was also overjoyed.
Everyone congratulated them one after another. Li Fei still looked honest and said a few words of humility.
When he went out to the toilet at night, a man chased him and said from afar: "Li Sanlang!" Li Fei turned around, and the man said: "Can I borrow a step to talk?"
Although it was dark, Li Fei could tell that this was a craftsman who lived in the same room, and asked: "Is something wrong?"
"Something's wrong," the man held his arm and said, "I've got something to ask you for help, please come here."
Li Fei was slightly stunned.
But he had always acted like a good old man, so he had no choice but to follow. The man dragged him to the corner of the room and said, "You are obviously not good at making copper and ironware! Why should I pick you!"
Li Fei backed away slowly and calmly, "Ms. Fu chose this."
He said: "Don't be so proud! Don't you think about it, what if you die?"
As he spoke, he suddenly approached and stabbed him with a knife.
Li Fei hesitated for a moment.
If he resists, his skills will be exposed, but if he doesn't resist... he will die under this man's sword!
He only hesitated for a moment, then pretended to be panicked, took a step back, moved his body away from the front, and kicked the man's knife away: "Stop! Killing! Killing! Help!"
While yelling, he tripped on his toes, tripping the man to the ground, turned around and ran away.
The next moment, someone was heard shouting in a deep voice: "Who is it! Stop!"
Before Li Fei could say anything, he saw a flash of cold light in front of his eyes... as fast as lightning, it pierced directly into his thigh! Immediately, blood flowed wildly.
Li Fei groaned.
Huo Qijing immediately took a step forward and cut off his hand as fast as he could: "Who! How dare you break into the arsenal!"
Li Fei gritted his teeth in pain: "General Huo, spare your life! I am Li Fei, the craftsman!"
Soon, everyone was summoned, and upon questioning, they found out that it was the coppersmith who had hurt someone out of jealousy.
Yan Shiyue complained to Huo Qijing in front of everyone: "What's wrong with you! I just picked three of them and want to make something!"
"Sorry!" Huo Qijing apologized with a stern face: "Someone yelled about killing someone. I thought there was an intruder."
Yan Shiyue pouted: "What should we do now?"
He said: "I won't be too heavy-handed. I should be able to recover in two or three months."
Yan Shiyue didn't want to blame her lover, so she bent down and said to Li Fei: "I'm so sorry, Carpenter Li, please go down the mountain to rest first. Don't worry, I know your craftsmanship. When you come back, we will
The agreement remains unchanged, you will come back to help me."
Huo Qijing said: "I will ask someone to take care of you, please don't be offended."
Li Fei was so stunned that he almost vomited blood.
Why did it happen at this time! If the injury had been slightly minor, he would have asked to work through the injury, but now he can't even stand up.
He still had a look of sincere fear and gratitude on his face: "I don't dare, I don't dare, it's a shameful life for me... I don't dare to say a word of invitation to the Marquis."
That night, Li Fei was sent back to Chang'an City and placed in a courtyard.
Huo Qijing kept his promise and hired servants to take care of him, and doctors regularly checked and prescribed medicine.
After he was sent away, Huo Qijing whispered to Yan Shiyue: "It should be about the same as A and a few others. There is definitely something wrong."
Okay, that's what Emperor Ming Yan needs to worry about. Yan Shiyue raised his forehead and said, "So, I only have two people now."
If we don’t do it in large numbers, the fewer people, the better.
So Yan Shiyue and his people started making fire guns the next day.
Only she, Yu Wendan, and Wang Luban were present at this matter. Huo Qijing and the fifth prince were not able to enter.
Xia Bei muttered next to the fifth prince: "Sir, why is Your Highness still guarding us? He didn't even invite us in, so why bother!"
"Don't talk nonsense!" the fifth prince scolded softly: "Yue'er is not that kind of person, and besides, Ajing didn't get in either!"
Xia Bei said: "Isn't this slave aggrieved for me? I am a majestic prince and he is on errands according to orders. No one dares to guard against me."
The fifth prince did not answer.
Xia Bei has been with him for five years.
He seemed loyal, but he knew that he should be the wife of a good concubine.
It's a pity that even if he knew that he had an affair, he was unable to resist. Even if he was asked to leave, the replacement might not be clean.
If you don't have the money and power to give them what they want, they will naturally find another master.
He has long understood this truth.
At this moment, someone came in and said, "Master Wu, two craftsmen at the small furnace were burned just now."
"Oh?" The fifth prince immediately stood up and walked over there while asking, "What's going on?"
The small furnace is the iron-making furnace that Yan Shiyue built alone to make fire guns. The man said: "The small furnace was just finished. The craftsman started a fire to test it, and the stone above his head suddenly fell. The two craftsmen accidentally touched it in order to avoid the stone.
To the stove."
The fifth prince frowned and said: "I have been testing the mighty cannon recently, and the ground was blown loose. That cave cannot be used, so I will change it to another one. I will go check on those two people first."
The two craftsmen were not seriously burned, but their lives were not worried. One was burned to the back and half of his hair was burnt, and the other was burned to the thigh and could not stop moaning.
The imperial doctor said: "Fifth Master, I need some medicine."
The fifth prince said: "Write it down and I will ask someone to buy it."
Because this place is heavily guarded, the imperial doctors, craftsmen, chefs, and others are not allowed to come in or out. Only a few people led by Yan Shiyue and the fifth prince can come in and out freely. Therefore, when the imperial doctor wants medicine, he also needs these few people.
Bought.
The imperial doctor wrote it down and said, "Your Majesty, hurry up! These medicines may be used in the future. If you can't buy them all, look for more places and buy more."
The fifth prince agreed, simply asked someone to copy a few copies, sent a few more people, and then went to the Shenwu Army in person to explain and let them go.
Yan Shiyue and the other three people stayed in the room to study the firecrackers. They first drew drawings and made molds to prepare for trial production.
As soon as he went out, Yan Shiyue was startled when he saw a group of people coming back with large and small bags: "What are you doing?"
Xia Bei was sent out to greet the people, and he saluted hurriedly: "Our fifth master sent people out to buy things." He paused and said, "I will send some snacks to His Highness to try later."
Yan Shiyue nodded, still missing the ascetic style of the fourth prince, but the fifth prince was still young after all, so it was not surprising that he would be greedy for food.
He said, "I won't eat. If you have nothing to do, try not to come in or out."
"Yes," Xia Bei said, "I must persuade the fifth master."
Yan Shiyue waved her hands and left.
After several days, they finally made their first firecracker.
It is said that in the early years of the Qing Dynasty, Dai Zi from Hangzhou invented the twenty-eight-shot fire gun, which was recorded in Ji Xiaolan's "Notes on the Yuewei Caotang". It was said to be shaped like a pipa with an iron pipe in front.
What they made was much more exquisite than the pipa, and more like the pistols and guns of later generations. However, she had a clear idea of how to fire continuously, but she had not yet figured out how to implement it.
If it were made to look like a revolver, how should I put it, the precision requirements for the magazine and bullets would be too high, and I'm afraid it wouldn't be mass-produced.
Yan Shiyue was going crazy with her thoughts. Yuwendan and Wang Luban were experts, and they were even more obsessed. She wished she couldn't even eat. (To be continued)