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Zhu Zhi asked Jiao Zilong where he was and led people straight to the back camp. When he arrived at his tent, Jiao Zilong was sitting on the threshold, holding a piece of iron in his hand, staring blankly. He saw his hair fluffy and his expression was tragic, as if he had suffered a blow. Zhu Zhi and others came to him and were still unaware of it.

The little horse king sneaked up and brought the iron gun from Jiao Zilong's hand. Jiao Zilong jumped up from the threshold: "Who wants to get a gun..." When he looked up, the Liao King was standing in front of him with a smile. Jiao Zilong hurriedly knelt down: "I don't know that the Liao King is here, and he is incoherent, and he is guilty of death."

Zhu Zhi said, "Get up, it's not me who wants to get shot, it's this dead horse, haha."

The little horse said: "A dead horse must be treated as a living horse. Lao Jiao only had your tricks, and he still wanted me to get your broken gun? How about it? Come on, I will let you hit three times, and how about I shoot you three more arrows?"

Zhu Zhi smiled and said, "Little Pony King, can't you say that so much? Can someone even meet a dead mouse if you don't make it?" After the flintlock rifle was developed, Little Pony King probably wouldn't dare to say such big words again. Little Pony King quickly pretended to be serious and obeyed the orders. He had already become a dignified person who was the third-rank commander of the Tongzhi. He was still so naughty, and Zhu Zhi really couldn't do anything to him.

Zhu Zhi turned to Jiao Zilong and said, "Some time ago, I have been busy with other things and have no time to visit me. I wonder if Fengyun is doing well recently?"

Jiao Zilong's face was gloomy and clear: "It's okay, it's okay, it's not good or not."

Zhu Zhi was confused for him. Oh God, don’t fool my flintlock gun designer. Don’t just think about making a gun and ruin your brain recently. He quickly asked with concern: “Fengyun, don’t scare me, tell me what’s going on.”

Jiao Zilong said: "I have made a fuse rope to ignite the gun you mentioned according to that style and size. I want to test whether it can reach the range that Your Highness said. At the beginning, I used the usual charge amount, but it only hit 100 steps. My subordinates were wondering if the dose was reduced and gradually installed it. As a result, the farthest one was only 130 steps, which was far less than the 200 steps you said. Yesterday, my subordinates added 30% of the dose, and the gun body exploded. My subordinates were useless. It seems that the 200 steps you said were not enough." As he said, Jiao Zilong looked painful and self-confidence collapsed.

The others were confused when he heard this. No matter how much he thought about it, he would not understand this hundred. Two hundred made him look like this. But Zhu Zhi knew in his heart that Jiao Zilong was entering the dead end of the musket development process. Under a certain steel quality, the amount of the gun was loaded. Because ancient iron pipes caused many bubbles in the casting process, once the charge exceeded one limit, the steel would overheat and cause a blow. Now Jiao Zilong was hit by the gun wall cast by "low quality" steel. Could it be that the standard he set was really too high and had exceeded the craft level at that time?

Dosage? Dosage! Zhu Zhi said thoughtfully: "Fengyun, how many parts are fire yao nitrate, sulfur, and charcoal used in muskets now?"

Jiao Zilong replied casually: "60% nitrate, 20% sulfur, and 20% charcoal, probably that's the case."

Zhu Zhi finally understood that during the Ming Dynasty, the imbalance was not reached the most scientific proportion. The black fire produced in this ratio was low in combustion and there were many residues after combustion, so of course it could not achieve the maximum efficiency. He tried to recall the correct proportion he had learned in high school chemistry in the past and said: "You try to use 75% of nitrate, 10% of sulfur, and 15% of charcoal to make fire, and then put it in at the dose that could be taken 100 steps to see how the effect is? Test slowly, don't worry, don't hurt people." If the fire produced in scientific proportions may be able to obtain a longer range under a safe load, Zhu Zhi thought so.

Jiao Zilong said skeptically: "Yes, Your Highness."

Zhu Zhi said again: "Go and bring me the explosive musket." Jiao Zilong responded and went to get it.

Several people outside were puzzled, and Chu Zhi asked, "Look at your highness, you attach great importance to this fire gun. I wonder if this thing is that useful? In the past, the guys from Shenji Camp said that they had not yet used fire sticks."

Zhu Zhi smiled and pretended to be mysterious and said, "You will know whether it works in the future. Don't go outside to talk about what's going on today, do you understand?" Everyone agreed in unison.

After a while, Jiao Zilong had already taken a "gun" and saw that the gun was drawn similarly to the drawings given to him by Zhu Zhi. It looked like 1.4 meters. There was a wooden support under an iron pipe on it, which was connected to the buttstock behind it. There was a small groove in the wooden support, and a strip of the barrel was inserted into it. Overall, it was already a coercion gun with a modern musket. However, the middle of the barrel exploded like a bamboo shoot, and Jiao Zilong looked frustrated when he held the gun.

In Zhu Zhi's opinion, it was quite good to have this. He patted Jiao Zilong's shoulder and said, "This gun basically looks like a Folang Jiren. Don't worry, take your time. If you encounter any difficulties or things you can't figure out, you can also discuss with me." He knew that such a landmark invention would be possible without going through some twists and turns. Anyway, since you don't have money yet, let him tinker slowly.

Seeing that this person was a workaholic, Zhu Zhi must not let him be driven crazy by the difficult design requirements here, and said, "Okay, okay, everyone has been busy for a long time. Today, everyone is all, so why not go to drink together. I treat you. How about it, is there a good introduction to the old place?"

The little horse king was the first to shout happily, and Chu Zhi, Zhuang De and others also cheered loudly. It was more than a month since the Lan Yu rebellion ended, and everyone had been living in a depressed atmosphere and had long wanted to breathe. Today, it was rare that Zhu Zhi said he wanted to treat him, so everyone was naturally happy just like the festival.

Xiao Ma Wang said: "I heard that a red singer came to the pleasure boat on Xuanwu Lake recently. She sang a small lyrics and said that it was a lingering beam for three days. I never got tired of listening. How about it? Why don't you go to the pleasure boat to drink today?"

Zhu Zhi didn't care, and nodded, just begging everyone: "Don't mess around, be careful that the censors will never show mercy." A group of big men cheered and couldn't wait to fly onto the horse. Only Jiao Zilong looked depressed and muttered "70%...10%." His expression was solemn. Zhu Zhi smiled slightly, and ignored him, everyone headed towards Xuanwu Lake.

Xuanwu Lake was called Moling Lake in ancient times. During the Jiaqing period of the Liu Song Dynasty, the "Black Dragon" appeared in the lake, and was renamed Xuanwu Lake (Xuanwu also has a northern meaning in ancient Chinese culture), and established the Three Divine Mountains in the lake for sacrifice in the spring and autumn. During the Xiaowu Ming Dynasty of the Liu Song Dynasty, the Dayue Navy Army was on the lake, so it was called Kunming Lake, Lianhu, Lianwu Lake, and Xiwu Lake, commonly known as Yinmatang; it is also located in the north of Qianhu (Yanque Lake) and the palace city, also called Houhu and Beihu.

By the end of the Yuan Dynasty, there was only one pond left here, and it was not until the Ming Dynasty that it was dredged into a lake. Now hundreds of Huangcai warehouses have been built on the lake (first in Liangzhou, then moved to Huanzhou) to store the national household registration books and the tax collection books of the government, halls, provinces and counties (because the book is yellow paper, it is called Huangcai).

However, ancient people knew where there was commercial value. There were already many restaurants and brothels by Xuanwu Lake, but the chaos had just stopped. This place was not as prosperous as before. The little Mama King took everyone to the shore to rent a pleasure boat. Zhu Zhi thought that this was the first time he had lingered in fireworks since he arrived in the Ming Dynasty. When he got on the boat, the little Mama King took out a ingot of silver to attract a friend and asked him to attract Liu Qingren from the "Qingyuefang". Zhu Zhi hurriedly stopped him. The little Mama King had to support his family with the little salary, so why did he pay him?

When the banquet was ordered, several people sat down and drank. Xiao Chenzi didn't dare to sit with everyone, but just served him. Zhu Zhi was left to him. Zhu De joined this group for the first time and was still a little cautious. Seeing that he was a little reserved, Zhu Zhi said, "If you come out to drink, there is no Your Highness, you are just casual. Why should you be so reserved, the old man? Come, everyone raises his glasses. You are all heroes in the previous paragraph of Lan Ni's affairs. You don't have you and I will give you a cup today." The generals dared not to bear it, so they knelt down quickly. Zhu Zhi asked everyone to get up, don't be too reserved.

The boat gradually shook off the shore, and there were not many pleasure boats in the lake, but a few were scattered. After a while, the guy took two people onto the boat. One of the old men held a piano, and the other was wearing a hooded cloak, and could not see his face clearly. It was probably the Red Singer Liu Qingren.

Everyone watched with their breath. Liu Qingren took off his hat and a woman who was as carved as jade appeared in front of everyone. Sure enough, Qing was a beauty, and the pleasure boat was silent for a moment. She blessed everyone and said, "Hello, uncles, little girls are polite. I wonder what you want to listen to?" The voice was like a yellow oriole singing in the evening, and it was melodious and affectionate.

Zhu Zhi stared at her wide eyes, and finally pulled her out of her eyes, and hurriedly said, "You can sing anything casually. Come on, serve tea for the girl."

Liu Qingren was again Yingyingyifu, and sat on the chair to adjust the pipa. After a while, he saw that it had been adjusted and said, "Then let's sing a song about Jiangnan Xiaoling first." The jade finger moved, and the sound of the pipa was like a pearl falling from the plate, Ding Dong was moving.

"The city is full of smoke and water, and the moon is faint, and people lean on the orchid boats and sing. They often remember each other like the same person. They are separated by the three Hunan areas, and the blue clouds look at the sky and the melancholy. The beauty smiled and said: The lotus flowers are similar, and the love is short, the lotus silk is long."

Zhu Zhi couldn't help but listen to it in a daze. The song of the beauties in front of him reminded Zhu Zhi of a thrilling scene in Tianyuan Pavilion. The Shui Qiner, a song of ecstasy when Lan Yu was dying, was deeply engraved in Zhu Zhi's mind. A vicious woman and a hero who ended up in the end, didn't know why Zhu Zhi couldn't forget it for a long time. At this moment, the song of Liu Qingren hit his heart, and every word was like a lump in his heart, making him feel distressed. The Liu Qingren in front of him had already turned into the Shui Qiner, and Zhu Zhi's thinking gradually blurred. Is this a pleasure boat or a Tianyuan Pavilion?

The song ended, like a lover whispering, the sound of the sound never ended. Zhu Zhi was still immersed in the memories of the past and could not extricate himself for a long time. The Little Pony King took the lead and finally pulled him from his meditation to reality. The Little Pony King still handed the silver in his hand to the servant and sent it over: "There is not much silver, don't dislike it, girls." Unexpectedly, the Little Pony King was still a love seed. He was like this, he could not eat food, but the silver would be spent as much as he wanted. Zhu Zhi didn't want to stop him, so he would be frustrated.

Liu Qingren stood up and made a blessing, sat down and picked up the pipa and played it again: "The lotus picker talked about the autumn smoke, and the waves were as quiet as horizontal practice. When you start with the scenery, you will not flow together, and you will be smiling at the spring breeze. The country is beautiful, and it will never be my land. When will you return to the year?"

"The country believes in beauty, but it will never be my land. When will it be my hometown?" "The country believes in beauty, but it will never be my land. When will it be my hometown?" Yes, before I knew it, it has been almost a year since I returned to the Ming Dynasty. Although I was the prince, I lived a lot happier than before. Although I was working hard at the bottom of society, I was not hungry for my family. I drank as much as I wanted to drink with my classmates and friends, and I played with them. That was how happy it was.

Nowadays, although being a prince is noble, he is entangled in the vortex of politics all day long, and he is really hardworking. In the storms, I have been through it with my familiarity with history and a little bit of luck. However, the danger in the middle makes me sleepless at night, and I don’t even say I want to find someone.

In the pyramid of Chinese politics, there is only one way to keep climbing upwards. Once you fall, no one will help you. As Zhu Yuanzhang said, if he doesn't become an emperor and fall, who will plead for him? Whenever he thinks of these things, Zhu Zhi feels tired from the bottom of his heart. He is unconsciously embarking on a path of no return that can only move forward but not retreat.

Even if the country believes in beauty, it is not his own era. As for this return year, Zhu Zhi could only sigh.

The beauties were accompanying each other and singing softly. These rough brothers drank more wine. An hour passed, and everyone was drinking red and hot, and all their worries were thrown behind. After a while, Liu Qingren finished singing and stood up and said with great blessings: "You guys, use it slowly, it's not too early, I'm going back."

The little Ma Wang drank a little high and said, "Why, don't you want to accompany us?"

Zhu Zhi knew the nature of these warriors and quickly stopped him and said, "Okay, it's getting late. If you want to hear it, just say another day." The little horse king had no choice but to keep silent.

Just as the two were about to pack up the instruments, they heard a lightning flash outside, followed by a thunder sound, and it started to rain. When Liu Qingren saw that the rain was coming, he stopped cleaning up. Wan Er smiled and said, "It was not early, but it was just the wind and rain that kept people. It seems that he has a fate with you guys, so let's keep it for a while."

The little horse king clapped his hands and said, "Haha, I'm really destined to be together, so let's sing a few more songs." Everyone burst into laughter. Just singing with wine, and the wine sings with me was still happy, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

The little horse king was obviously a little drunk, and stood up shakingly and said, "Without a beautiful woman's song, no one can dance the sword? I'm not as good as Brother Chu, but I'm willing to be ugly." Everyone applauded again. When Liu Qing saw the little horse king dancing with the sword, he also changed to Yue Fei's song "Manjianghong". The little horse king danced with the song, and Qu Yuan knocked on the cup to respond.

Just as everyone was intoxicated by the sight, they suddenly "bang", and the boat seemed to hit something and shaking violently. Liu Qing fell to the ground without sitting firmly. The little horse king finally stabilized his body shape. The cup and bowl on the table, and Ding Ling fell to the ground.

PS: As soon as the expiration expires, the cavalry will put a chapter of VIP to greet everyone. I wish you a happy Year of the Pig, the pig cage is in the water, and the hall is full of pearls and jade. By the way, I will smash the recommendation vote!
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