Now that Zhao Ming's army has not paid any money, it is naturally impossible to treat a group of captive Red Mavericks.

People who run on the sea these days are not honest people.

The gap between the East and the West today is not too big, and Zhao Ming does not expect Hong Maoyi to do anything research and development. As long as they can honestly build flintlock rifles, it will take one or two hundred years.

Craftsmen are a very hard job, and they work long daily, but their rewards are not very high. These Red-Fei trades make a lot of money. How could they say a few words and give them food to eat, and they would go to work hard day and night to cast muskets and cannons?

Since being kind-hearted is useless, Zhao Ming can only use another method, just like these Western barbarians who drive black slaves, natives, and Chinese workers to drive them.

Zhao Ming believed that under the threat of death and punishment, these red-haired ghosts would create muskets for him.

These people are not cutting-edge talents. When Jintang Island's own craftsmen learn how to cast, it will be useless.

The next day, Zeng Hualong brought a copy to assess performance system.

Zhao Ming looked at it and handed it over to Liu Si, asking the tutor team to send people to supervise the red-haired ghost to cast firearms every day, and asked experienced craftsmen to inspect and accept it. If the task is not completed or the quality is not up to standard, the military stick will be at least, and the worst will be at least chopped and chopped feet, and the punishment will be extremely heavy.

After Zhao Ming ordered Liu Si, he said to Zeng Hualong: "Zeng Jiangtou, send some craftsmen to follow these red-haired Yi, and learn how to cast flintlock rifles and artillery as soon as possible!"

Zeng Hualong nodded, but reminded: "General, it usually costs six or seven kilograms of fine iron, iron price, plus the price of carbide, craftsman's labor, and other expenses. One shot costs at least three to five taels of silver. Nowadays, materials are scarce, raw materials prices are rising, and the casting of flintlock rifles is much more complicated than that of bird guns. It is estimated that one shot will cost ten to twenty taels of silver. Such a large consumption will probably not be afforded on the island!"

Zhao Ming nodded slightly, but Zhao Ming didn't care much about how much money he spent. He was more concerned about the quality of the firearm.

After all, the firearms used by the Ming army often exploded, but were not killed by the enemy, but died in the hands of their own artificial firearms, which caused the Ming soldiers to have a sense of fear when using firearms, which really affected the combat effectiveness of the army.

Zhao Ming said to Zeng Hualong: "You don't have to worry about how much money you spend. I will find a way to solve it. I am concerned about the problem of weapon explosion and the quality of the worrying."

The quality of the Ming Dynasty firearms not only affected the court, but also felt ashamed as a craftsman.

Zeng Hualong said: "General, the reason why the big open firearms are damaged is that the government is corrupt, and the materials are inferior as good, and the reward and punishment system is abandoned. It is the same as doing good or bad. Craftsmen have no motivation to do well, and everyone is scattered. When casting, the firearms are uneven in thickness, causing the firearms to explode and bore. However, the general does not have to worry about the craftsmen on the island. Everyone has irreconcilable enemies with Jiannu. Craftsmen will do their best. As long as the materials on the island are sufficient, the job of low-level jobs can lead to excellent firearms."

Zhao Ming nodded, but said, "In order to fight the Qing Dynasty, everyone is very energetic, which makes me very pleased. However, I cannot let the craftsmen work hard because of this. Zeng Jiantou, I will ask you to write another code. In the future, in addition to distributing craftsmen's money and grain on time, every month, the craftsmen will reward each time they create a qualified firearm. Of course, if there is any failure, wages will be deducted as punishment. If casualties are caused, they will be severely punished. I hope you can come up with a reward code, strictly require the quality of the firearm. The firearms you made must indicate who casts and registers for inspection."

Zeng Hualong felt Zhao Ming's attention to firearms and hurriedly saluted: "I'm humble and take the order!"

Zhao Ming then waved his hand and asked Zeng Hualong to go back. He left the room and went to find Chen Mingyu and continued to patrol Jintang Island.

Yesterday, Zhao Ming asked Ma Shiao to release the news that the other rebels on the island were close to each other and immediately expressed his willingness to follow him. The rebels on other islands may take several days to react.

Walking out of the room, outside the Liegang, Guo Zhong and his sailors were taming the Red-Fareless Battleship.

The ship was captured for nearly two months. The Sailor Gate was able to drive the ship more skillfully and complete many movements, but it may take several months, or even one or two years to exert its combat power.

At the foot of Jintang Mountain, more than two thousand Taiping Camp soldiers were practicing with weapons in their hands. The soldiers holding bamboo spears stood in several rows in the cold wind, and stood solemnly with their guns.

"Prepare!" Wang Deshun roared.

Nearly a thousand spearmen stomped a lunge together, raised their hands sideways, held the spear tightly, and made an attacking posture.

"Kill!" Wang Deshun shouted again.

The neatly arranged spearmen immediately launched their spears together, and shouted loudly: "Kill!"

The soldiers stabbed the spear out, and their movements were swift and whirring.

On the other hand, Li Zhongming led more than 30 soldiers to practice using flintlock rifles, and bursts of smoke filled the shooting range.

At this time, Chen Ming came over and Zhao Ming smiled and said, "What do you think sir?"

Chen Mingyu knew what he was talking about Taiping Camp, "The soldiers have hatred in their hearts and murderous aura on their bodies. If they continue to train, they will become tigers and wolfsmen."

Zhao Ming was very satisfied with this review, but said, "It's just a little bad in appearance."

Chen Mingyu said: "There is a batch of cotton cloth on the island. Why not let me use this batch of cloth to make clothes for the soldiers."

Zhao Ming raised his eyebrows. He didn't have enough battle jackets and armor. It was good to make a uniform piece of clothing. "Is it too late?"

Chen Minghui pointed a little, "It should be too late to leave it to the women on the island to do it, and it will be done soon."

In December, nothing happened, but the small peasant society was self-sufficient, and women could basically make their own clothes and shoes.

Zhao Ming paid great attention to Dajun's appearance and said happily: "Okay, then leave it to the sir."

Chen Mingyu nodded and printed, turned his head and ordered a few words, and then followed Zhao Ming to continue inspecting the island.

The group rode horses and left the village to the south of the island. This was a relatively flat area and was occupied by several rebels who first went to the island.

Zhao Ming ran along the road, occasionally standing still, looking at the shanty towns in the wilderness and the surrounding plains.

"How many people are there on the island now?" Zhao Ming ran to a high slope and strangled the reins of the horse.

Chen Mingyu said: "There are now more than 55,000 people on the island."

Zhao Ming pointed at Guangye and asked, "If we plan and manage them, can we place more people?"

Chen Mingyu pondered and said, "I have estimated that the maximum available arable land on the island will not exceed 40,000 mu. If rice is planted, the annual harvest of three stones per mu is calculated, and the total is only 120,000 stones. If the old, weak, women and children on the island are 2 stones per year, three stones per person a year, and four stones of soldiers and sailors are converted on average, and more than 165,000 stones of grain are required a year to avoid famine. This means that the island has a grain shortage of about 40,000 stones per year. If seeds are needed, the consumption of livestock will be even larger."

Chen Mingyu looked at Zhao Ming and said, "Now the people on the island need to buy food from outside. If the people are resettled, the food will be even more in short supply."

Zhao Ming nodded slightly, but said: "Although that's the case, I hope that sir will build more houses. I will bring some people back when I go straight into the Yangtze River this time."

More than 50,000 people, many of whom were still as old as women and children, could not support Zhao Ming's great cause of anti-Qing. Zhao Ming was preparing to migrate some people to come this time.

Of course, the island is scarce, so Zhao Ming would not move everyone, mainly to take craftsmen, fishermen, sailors, merchants, as well as tyrants and relatives to the island.

The island has few resources and does not raise idle people. Everyone must be useful and must take the elite route.

The most suitable model for Zhao Ming to survive is the pirate Wang Zhi and the Zheng family, which focuses on maritime trade and plunder rather than agriculture. Unless one day Zhao Ming regained Taiwan, he will consider directly migrating a large number of farmers to come to the island to cultivate.

Zhao Ming looked at the shanty towns in the distance and continued, "In addition, this time I will take away several other rebels on the island. I will take the opportunity to manage the entire Jintang Island."

Chen Mingyu nodded, but at this time Liu Si rode a horse and shouted from a distance: "General, the prince's envoy has arrived!"

Zhao Ming's heart was terrified, and he separated from Zhu Yihai and returned to Jintang Island. Why did Zhu Yihai's messenger follow him immediately?

Could it be that Jiang Fang was broken through by the Qing army?

Zhao Ming's expression darkened, and immediately pulled out the reins of the horse, urged the horse to shout, "Let's go back to the village!"
Chapter completed!