Xiaobai came in from outside and saw Zhu Zhanji staring blankly outside with a telescope. He smiled and brought the tea to the table, then attached it to Fang Xing's ear and said, "Young Master, is he stupid?"

Fang Xing saw Zhu Zhanji looking outside, and slapped Xiaobai's buttocks. When her little face was red, he whispered: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and ask someone to prepare lunch."

Xiaobai felt a numbness behind him, so he hurriedly lowered his head and went out.

"Brother Dehua, is this thing so clever and craftsmanship? Is it also a foreign country?"

Zhu Zhanji finally put down the telescope and asked in shock.

"certainly."

Fang Xing played with the toy car and said, "The Europa people, that is, the Thais, have already taken big strides in industry. Now it's just these things. But when they make the cannons bigger and bigger, when they make the muskets accurately and conveniently, Taishun, tell me, does the Ming Dynasty have a future?"

Zhu Zhanji looked at the telescope in his hand and was secretly shocked.

Fang Xing didn't want to stimulate him further, but just said like a prophecy: "Do you believe it? At most, hundreds of years later, people at that time only needed to hold a small thing and could talk to people thousands of miles away."

"Is that a god?"

Zhu Zhanji felt that this was a magic method, probably imagined by Fang Xing.

Fang Xing didn't defend himself, but said, "Who dared to have a telescope a thousand years ago?"

After seeing off Zhu Zhanji, who was worried, Fang Xing realized that this guy had left the telescope.

...

"Young Master, the peppers are all red."

The peppers in Fangjiazhuang have harvested well, and they are all red.

While recording the yield, Ma Su took a bite of the pepper, and the result was...

"Water, I want water..."

"Hahahaha! The scholar wants to drink water, whoever you have milk has a sip of it!"

Seeing that Ma Su was caught, the merchants all joked.

A woman picking peppers with a child on her back spitted and said, "Go and find the cow!"

Every household has come out, and even the children have joined the work of picking up the harvest.

Fang Xing handed the scene to Jay Fang, and took more than a dozen red peppers to the kitchen.

Hua Niang was frightened when she saw Fang Xing's appearance, but she was driven aside by him.

"Stir-fried pork with chili!"

Fang Xing’s favorite dish at the factory back then was this, it was delicious and served.

The pollution-free red peppers were just washed casually in water and then cut into long slices.

The oil pan is cooked, first add ginger and garlic and stir-fry, then slide in the oily slices, stir-fry, add chili, and add stock...

A few minutes later, a steaming hot chili stir-fried meat was ready.

Just wearing a big steamed bun, Fang Xing squinted his eyes and enjoyed it, and soon he was sweating heavily.

Chunsheng saw Fang Xing eating happily. After he left, he ate the remaining peppers and then drank water.

Since Li Mao passed the imperial examination this year, he has been studying in the village recently. After hearing the servant's report, he put down his books and walked around to read them.

Lijiazhuang was a little quiet. The farmers had no work to do, so they could only go to the mountains to find some wild food to prepare for cat winter.

The tall and handsome Li Mao was the focus of attention wherever he went. He stood at the border between his home and Fangjiazhuang, watched the farmers picking peppers happily, and asked, "What is that?"

The servant scratched his head and said, "I heard that the villain is called Chili. As for what it is, even the people from Fangjiazhuang don't know."

Li Mao looked at the red things suspiciously, remembering the last time his father told him that he had almost failed with his grandson. He moved his heart and took advantage of the opportunity of a Fangjiazhuang wife coming and asked in a gentle manner: "Little lady, how dare you ask what that is?"

The young wife blushed by Li Mao's handsomeness, but after seeing the pepper in the direction of the folding fan, she glanced at him and said, "That's what we have on our farm. Why are you asking about this?"

Li Mao didn't expect that his skin was not effective, but his young wife had already taken a few steps back vigilantly, holding up the clothes stick in her hand, ready to run away at any time.

This is even stricter than the management of the military camp!

But the more this happens, the more interested Li Mao is in this pepper.

With the sound of horse hooves, Zhu Zhanji came back.

Fang Xing looked at Zhu Zhanji with a strange expression and hung the telescope on his chest, but he was inconsistent no matter how he looked.

"Brother Dehua, my father has reported to my father. My father hopes that Brother Dehua will take control of the work and at least get this telescope out."

Zhu Zhanji's eyes were a little swollen, which was the result of him playing with telescopes all the way.

Fang Xing shook his head as soon as he heard this, "It is not appropriate for me to take charge of it. Without this name, the people below will not listen to me."

This is a problem. Li Qi, the former specific person in charge of the craftsmanship, was still a seventh rank, and he was sent by the Ministry of Works, so it was legitimate!

And it is a bit difficult to ask those people to listen to the command of a white man.

Zhu Zhanji asked unwillingly: "Isn't it okay to have my father as a guarantee?"

Fang Xing threw the peppers picked from his hand into the wooden basin and smiled and said, "It's hard! But I want to try the production of muskets, right in Fangjiazhuang."

Zhu Zhanji frowned, which gave him a difficult problem.

According to the Ming Dynasty, if a private person creates weapons, the consequence is that his family will be destroyed.

After Zhu Fang came to Fangjiazhuang, Fang Xing actually had this plan, but he was worried about being reported, so he endured it until now.

Zhu Zhanji gently patted his palm with a horse whip, and finally said with a sigh: "Brother Dehua, don't worry, I will go and write a letter to Grandpa Emperor immediately and file it in advance."

He did what he said, and Zhu Zhanji immediately wrote a letter and then asked someone to send it to the capital.

If Zhu Gaochi wrote a letter, then he could clean up the details and the whole family was ready to flee overseas. But if Zhu Zhanji, the grandson who was beloved by Zhu Di, wrote a letter, then he thought he could still wait and see.

Since he had already written a letter, Fang Xing called Zhu Fang.

During the half month when Zhu Fang lived in Fangjiazhuang, he really had good food and drink. The injury on his knee had already healed, so when he heard Fang Xing's call, he came with some anxiety.

Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji sat in the study. Zhu Fang hurriedly prepared to kneel down, but Fang Xing stopped him.

Fang Xing helped Zhu Fang up and said meaningfully: "I have been kneeling too much in Ming Dynasty, and I have lost all the blood of a good man. I kneel down and kneel down and kneel down and kneel down and the king. I will not be allowed to kneel down in Fangjiazhuang in the future."

Zhu Zhanji listened to these words with some amusement. He knew that Fang Xing was expressing his dissatisfaction.

Zhu Fang stood in a restrained manner and saw Fang Xing take out a drawing.

This is a drawing of a musket. The fuse is controlled by a trigger, and the medicine room is not large. It can be clearly seen that the back of the barrel, that is, the place where the medicine is loaded, is thicker than the front.

"This is to prevent the blow-off, and what I am most concerned about is the drilling process."

Fang Xing explained that this drawing was only thought of by racking his brains, and he also referred to the current shooting gun structure.

Zhu Fang said hesitantly: "Young Master, this gun barrel is just too thick, so it's probably not easy to build."

Zhu Zhanji also felt that it was a bit thicker, and at the same time he would increase the weight of the musket.
Chapter completed!