Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

The munitions and supplies were collected in just three months. Now Lin Yuan has an unprecedented execution power in his hands. Everyone believes that Lin Yuan will lead them to a better life, with sufficient food and weapons, not only In this way, the weapons are excellent.

Lin Yuan has weapons depots and factories in every city. The daily work of blacksmiths is to build weapons. The better the quality of the weapons, the more monthly payment they can get. Quality represents the commission, so even if the blacksmiths don’t eat it. If you don't drink it, you are also thinking about how to make your weapon sharper, more resilient, and not easy to break.

Looking at the long knives in front of him, Lin Yuan thought of the enemy weapons collected in several battles. Before the troubled times, in peaceful times, the number of weapons was almost certain. No one would have nothing to do to shoot a few bows or arrows. If there is a knife, then the arrest will probably go to his house to greet him.

So in troubled times, when the weapon arsenal was opened, most of the weapons were rusty. Because of technical limitations, there were many long knives that were sharp, but they broke when they broke.

It's like a more modern art knife. If it's not sharp anymore, just smash that section with a stone and continue using it.

The consumption and wear of weapons is huge, as are the costs to be invested.

Lin Yuan sometimes regrets that he didn't study science and engineering. He really didn't know how to make steel.

Except for Lin Yuan, the weapons of the rebels are not very good. The cost of building the weapons is too high. It is better for them to fight a few more battles and seize more, which is convenient and cheap.

Anyway, the battle is sure to be fought, and it is a surprise to be rewarded.

After Lin Yuan inspected the batch of weapons randomly checked, he asked Chen Baisong to be carried down.

These knives will still shatter, but they are much better than before. In fact, sometimes Lin Yuan feels that people are degraded in some aspects, such as the forging craftsmanship of the bronze age, and the toughness of the bronze swords unearthed in modern times can even match those of weapons made by modern crafts. Leading Europe in the Middle Ages is more than a star and a half.

In the Middle Ages, many of the swords used by Europeans were pig iron directly used, and they would break with a little effort.

This situation lasted for a very long time.

However, the forging technology of bronze has not been passed down, and the forging of weapons has fallen into a bottleneck.

Lin Yuan picked up the long sword carefully crafted for him by the blacksmiths-the sword is not very practical on the battlefield, it is easy to break, and it is not easy to use. It is difficult to operate, so the sword is generally a symbol of status, and it is ancient. Men's "luxury".

Since the craftsmen dared to send it to Lin Yuan, it proved that this was their most proud work.

Lin Yuan first picked up the long sword and weighed the weight, then lifted the sword and slashed towards the wooden table next to it. This was not easy, but in the end he chopped off a corner of the wooden table. Lin Yuan pointed the sword to the ground again, slowly Press down.

The sword's body was bent, becoming more and more curved, and when it reached less than half of its original height, the sword broke.

"Let them try again." Lin Yuan said to Chen Baisong, "It could be better."

Chen Baisong was expressionless, dripping blood in heart, such a good sword...

Lin Yuan sighed. He didn't see the regret in Chen Baisong's eyes: "Did Song Shizhao and Luo originally come?"

Chen Baisong: "It should be on the road."

Lin Yuan nodded and said, "When they come, I can relax."

At first, Lin Yuan was worried that Song Shizhao and Luo Ben would not deal with it, but in fact their relationship was pretty good. This made Lin Yuan a little surprised. After all, Song Shizhao was guarding even those who had no real talents, let alone Robben. This kind of person is really real.

Although it's not really a good friend, but on the surface, the relationship is well maintained. I heard that they had the opportunity to chat and drink together. Song Shizhao pretended to be drunk and didn't pay for the wine.

Chen Baisong also knows how busy Lin Yuan has been these days, and Lin Yuan hardly has much time to sleep. He stayed with Lin Yuan and had dark bags under his eyes during this time.

Lin Yuan yawned, while he felt that he should make up for a while, but his spirit was a little excited.

Lin Yuan said softly, "I don't know what happened to Ni Wenjun."

Ni Wenjun, who was far away in Hanyang, sneezed. The counsellor next to him was taken aback and hurriedly said with concern: "The cool breeze broke out last night. The general needs to take care of his body."

Ni Wenjun waved his hand. He was born tall, with a tiger-backed waist, a national character face, big eyes, and a loyal appearance. He said to the people around him: "It's nothing serious, but a little cool breeze can help me?"

The counselor saw that there was nothing wrong with Ni Wenjun, so he was relieved.

Ni Wenjun asked: "How is the grain?"

The counselor said: "It is ready."

Although there are a lot of old sesame seeds and rotten millet, they are also considered as grain and can fill the stomach.

Ni Wenjun asked again: "Where are the weapons?"

The counselor has a smile on his face. He has been working on this recently. If you want to benefit from work, you must first sharpen your tools. Although food and grass are important things, what can soldiers eat?It’s fine to eat people who don’t want to die, people who don’t starve to die, but the weapons are different. He feels that he is doing a good job, and he can’t help but bring it to his face: “The previous confiscated was a lot of wastage, so his subordinates sent people to buy some more. When they come back, they are all sharp and unmatched, and they will surely let the soldiers go forward."

Ni Wenjun was about to praise him, but the people outside the house told him: "General, Zhou Jianjun, please see me."

The supervising army is the person sent by the emperor to monitor in the barracks, but now that the government is under the control of Ni Wenjun, the supervising army naturally loses its original function.

"Zihao is here." Ni Wenjun showed a smile on his face, "Call him in."

Zhou Zihao's name is Zhou Zheng, he is proud of his writing, and he is born like a scholar. He looks like a modest gentleman. Ni Wenjun considers himself to be the emperor's material. Are the ministers around the emperor not all such literati?Therefore, he has always been courteous to Zhou Zihao.

The counselor standing on the side saw Zhou Zihao and wanted to kick him out.

Those of them who followed Ni Wenjun wanted to get Ni Wenjun's blue eyes.

Ni Wenjun has only one person. The seats around him are all a carrot and a pit. They are all pursuing greater interests. They occupy a place next to Ni Wenjun. In order to become the person Ni Wenjun values ​​most, if they are killed Only those who work with them can climb up, and they will also raise butcher knives at each other.

Ni Wenjun himself was a fisherman and had no culture. Most of his counselors were renunciations halfway through, and there was no family inheritance. This made Zhou Zihao come forward.

But Zhou Zihao's face was black as soon as he came in, and he could tell at a glance that he was not feeling very happy.

Ni Wenjun was in a good mood and asked, "What's wrong with Zihao? What's wrong with him?"

Zhou Zihao snorted coldly. He has always been like this in front of Ni Wenjun. He knows that Ni Wenjun advocates the character of literati, so no matter whether he has this stuff or not, he must have it in front of Ni Wenjun. He said in his sleeves: "General Why don't you ask what ridiculous things Brother Wu did? What is the cause of the great general? Is it anxious for the general, or is he trying to kill the general!"

This is too serious. Wu Moushi blushed and said angrily: "You, you spit on you! You relied on the general's love and scorned! Telling the truth! General! Don't listen to this person's nonsense!"

Zhou Zihao turned around and said coldly: "Brother Wu boo! Someone Zhou doesn't want to be with the jackal!"

"Hey." Ni Wenjun rounded off, "What is this? It's just a matter of discussion, but it's more fierce than fighting. Didn't Zihao tell me last time that it's okay for colleagues to be in harmony?"

Zhou Zihao just grabbed his breath and calmly said to Ni Wenjun: "General, he replaced the fine grains with Chen Liang in order to have sufficient grain and grass. Only someone reported this morning. Those Chen Liang's hands will turn into ashes. General, soldiers eat this kind of grain, what else can he fight? Since ancient times, soldiers and horses have not moved the grain and grass first. Without grain and grass, how can soldiers and horses move?"

Ni Wenjun was taken aback, he turned his head and looked at Wu Moushi: "Did you just say..."

Wu Moushi gritted his teeth: "Zhou Zheng! You exaggerate, although it is Chen Liang, but not a handful of ashes. Now in the war, where is there any fine grain? If there is fine grain, it would have been bought out by the big households long ago, it is forced to levy. I can't afford to feed the army!"

Ni Wenjun nodded: "It makes sense, Zihao, the yield in the field is not very good now..."

Zhou Zihao said to Ni Wenjun: "General, I know he must be cunning and sophistry, so I brought the grain he put in the granary, you see."

He took out a small cloth bag from his arms, and when the bag was opened, a musty smell came over his face and filled the room.

Even Ni Wenjun couldn't help holding his breath. Such a Chen Liang... how many years should it be?

Ni Wenjun also lived a hard life, but no matter how hard he lived, he never ate a pinch of chaff that would become ashes.

Zhou Zihao clenched his fists and applied a little force, and the chaff turned into ashes. As soon as he let go, the ashes were scattered.

Slowly floated in the air, and then fell to the ground.

Ni Wenjun’s face turned black. He turned his head and asked the counselor: "This is what you eat for this general’s soldiers? Your horses don’t eat this, right? The soldiers are going to give this general hard, you It’s killing them!"

The counselor didn't dare to quibble at this time. He knelt down and said tremblingly: "General, I don't have enough money! Weapons are made of fine iron. If we don't have weapons, how can we kill the enemy? The general! For you!"

Ni Wenjun also knows that there is not enough silver. Although he can use a lot, what is the price of weapons now?

Weapons are too expensive, so the grain will naturally go back.

Zhou Zihao sneered and said: "I know you have said this, Brother Wu, the general is a talented person from heaven. All people of insight in the world are willing to rely on the general. A businessman asked to come to my door a few days ago and would like to send food to me. General, why? Brother Wu never thought of this? He still wants credit, so he doesn't care?"

Ni Wenjun: "Wait, you said there are merchants who want to send food to this general?"

Zhou Zihao knelt down: "The general's destiny! Even a businessman will naturally surrender to the general."

Although he promised Jiang Guang to collect his grain, he did not promise how much money he would give Jiang Guang.

He is a businessman, can he still be arrogant with the power?

The author has something to say: Jiang Guang: Damn it!He wanted to pit me!

Fortunately, I must be bigger than him.