Chapter 48

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

When Fang woke up and saw Zhu Zhanji looking outside, he slapped Xiaobai's hip flap. When her little face was burning red, he whispered, "don't talk nonsense. Hurry to ask someone to prepare lunch."

Xiaobai felt a tingle behind him and hurried out with his head down.

"Brother Dehua, it's exquisite. Is it also foreign?"

Zhu Zhanji finally put down his telescope and asked with a shock in his heart.

"Of course."

Fang Xing played with the toy car and said, "the Europeans, that is, the Tibetans, have made great strides in industry. Now they are just these things, but when they make the cannon bigger and bigger, and when they make the firegun accurate and convenient, Taishun, tell me, is Daming still in the future?"

Zhu Zhanji was shocked when he looked at the telescope in his hand.

Fang Xing didn't want to further stimulate him, but said like a prophecy: "do you believe it? Hundreds of years later, people at that time only need to hold a small thing to talk to people thousands of miles away."

"Is that an immortal?"

Zhu Zhanji thought that this was the immortal means, which was probably imagined by Fang Xing.

Fang Xing did not defend, but said, "who dared to think of a telescope a thousand years ago?"

After sending away the worried Zhu Zhanji, Fang woke up and found that the goods had taken the telescope away smoothly.

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"Young master, the peppers are all red."

Fangjiazhuang has a bumper harvest of pepper, a piece of red.

While recording the output, Ma Su bit a mouthful of pepper, and the result was

"Water, I want water..."

"Ha ha ha! The scholar wants to drink water. Who of you has milk?"

Seeing masu's attack, the farmers joked.

A woman picking peppers with her child on her back bah and said, "go find the cow!"

Every family came out, and even the children joined in the picking work.

Fang Xing handed over the scene to Fang Jielun and went to the kitchen with more than ten red peppers.

Hua Niang was startled when she saw Fang Xing's appearance. As a result, she was driven aside by him.

"Fried meat with chili!"

This was Fang Xing's favorite dish in the factory. It was delicious and delicious.

The pollution-free red pepper was just washed casually in water and cut into long pieces.

Boil the oil pan, first put ginger and garlic to explode, then slide in the oily meat slices, stir fry, add pepper and high soup

A few minutes later, a steaming hot pepper fried meat was ready.

With a big steamed bread, Fang woke up and squinted to enjoy it. Soon he was sweating.

Chunsheng saw Fang Xing eating hi PI. After he left, he ate the rest of the pepper, and then drank water.

Li Mao has been studying in Chuang Shang recently since he was admitted to Juren this year. After hearing the servant's report, he put down his book and strolled to have a look.

Li family village is a little quiet. The farmers have no work to do. They can only go to the mountain to find some wild food for the cat winter.

The tall and handsome Li Mao was the focus of attention everywhere. He stood at the border between his home and fangjiazhuang, watched the farmers picking pepper happily, and asked, "what's that?"

The servant scratched his head and said, "I heard it's called pepper. As for what it is, even the people in fangjiazhuang don't know."

Li Mao looked at those red things suspiciously. He thought of his father's experience of almost failing with TAISUN last time. He moved in his heart. Taking advantage of the opportunity of a daughter-in-law of fangjiazhuang, he put on a refined attitude and asked, "little lady, dare you ask what it is?"

The little daughter-in-law was blushed by Li Mao's Junlang, but when she saw the pepper in the direction of the folding fan, she glanced at him and said, "that's something from our Chuang Tzu. Why do you ask?"

Li Mao didn't expect that his appearance didn't work, but his little daughter-in-law was alert and stepped back. The clothes beating stick in her hand was held high and ready to escape at any time.

Nima is more strict than the management of the military camp!

But the more so, the stronger Li Mao's interest in this pepper.

Zhu Zhanji came back amid the sound of horse hoofs.

Fang Xing looked strangely at Zhu Zhanji hanging his telescope in front of his chest. He couldn't see it in harmony.

"Brother Dehua, my younger brother has told my father that my father hopes brother Dehua will control the craftsman's work and at least get this telescope out."

Zhu Zhanji's eyes are swollen. This is the result of playing with binoculars all the way.

When Fang woke up, he shook his head and said, "it's not appropriate for me to take charge there. Without this name, the people below won't listen to me."

This is a problem. Li Qi, the specific person in charge of the original craftsman's work, is still a seven grade, and he is still sent by the Ministry of work. It's right!

It's a little difficult for those people to listen to a white order.

Zhu Zhanji didn't give up and asked, "can't you have my father as a guarantor?"

Fang Xing threw the pepper he picked into the wooden basin and said with a smile, "it's difficult! But I want to try the production of fire gun. It's in fangjiazhuang."

Zhu Zhanji frowned, which gave him a difficult problem.

According to the law of the Ming Dynasty, if a private person makes weapons, the consequences are family destruction and death.

After Zhu Fang came to fangjiazhuang, Fang Xing actually had this plan. He just worried about being reported, so he endured it until now.

Zhu Zhanji gently patted his palm with a whip and finally said with emotion, "brother Dehua, don't worry. I'll write to Grandpa Huang right away and put it on record in advance."

Just do what you say. Zhu Zhanji immediately wrote a letter and asked someone to send it to the capital quickly.

If Zhu gaochi wrote a letter, Fang woke up, he could clean up his weakness, and the whole family was ready to flee overseas. But if Zhu Zhanji, Zhu Di's beloved grandson, wrote a letter, he thought he could wait and see.

Now that he had written, Fang woke up and called Zhu Fang.

During the past half month when Zhu Fang lived in fangjiazhuang, he really ate and drank well. The injury on his knee had already healed. Therefore, when he heard Fang Xing's call, he came with some trepidation.

Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji sat in the study. Zhu Fang hurried to kneel down, but Fang Xing stopped them.

Fang Xing picked up Zhu Fang and said meaningfully, "I have knelt so much that I have lost the blood of a good man. Kneel on my knees, kneel on my parents, kneel on the king, and don't kneel in fangjiazhuang in the future."

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

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

This is a drawing of a fire gun. The trigger is used to control the fire rope. The medicine room is small. And it can be clearly seen that the rear of the barrel, that is, the place where the charge is loaded, is thicker than the front.

"This is to prevent blasting, and my most concern is the drilling process."

Fang Xing explained that he racked his brains to come up with this drawing, and also referred to the current shotgun structure.

Zhu Fang hesitated and said, "young master, it's just that the barrel is too thick. I'm afraid it's not easy to build."

Zhu Zhanji also felt that it was a little thick and would increase the weight of the gun.

Fang Xing said confidently, "the maximum weight is 15 kg. If the soldiers often practice raising their guns and aiming, I don't think this weight is a problem."