"Rifled guns, they actually have this ability!"

Wang Yue's eyes lit up, no matter how he boasted, in fact, the current Da Ming is still very weak in terms of technology. One thing I have to admit is that with the fall of the Southern Song Dynasty, many things that have been inherited and developed for thousands of years suddenly disappeared.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, although there was some recovery, it was still far from reaching its peak, and as a result, because of the shackles of science, it affected the development of technology.

Although Wang Yue is based on Xishan College, he has vigorously promoted the development of technology.

But the problem is that he is alone, less than ten years, even if he is crazy, what can he do?

After all, it's still weak, and it's hard to scream alone!

What I didn't expect was that at this juncture, there was a group of craftsmen who fell from the sky, and they were also craftsmen who were proficient in ordnance manufacturing! Wang Yue was about to laugh out loud.

This timely rain is also too wonderful, "Invite that Zhang Wenyuan over, I want to ask in person." ”

Wang Yue received Zhang Wenyuan at his residence, and on the way here, Zhang Wenyuan was still uneasy, and from Yan Shifan's mouth, he learned that this Lord Shoufu was not only a big official, but also extremely knowledgeable, like a half-sage figure.

It's really stressful to meet people!

"Yan ...... Lord Yan, tell me again, if you want to have any etiquette, I'm afraid that I will make a mistake and offend Lord Shoufu. ”

"Hahaha!"

Yan Shifan laughed loudly, "Okay, don't be afraid, my master is more easy-going than me!" I guess he's busy preparing dishes for you right now! ”

"Ahh

Zhang Wenyuan was really stunned, what are you kidding, the dignified prime minister! Can you still do it yourself?

Yan Shifan smiled and said nothing, he really guessed right.

Wang Yue set strict rules, especially when it comes to eating and drinking, which must meet the standards.

Chinese people can eat, can eat, and eat in a variety of ways, which has existed since ancient times.

A meal, a few dozen taels of silver, is just a drizzle, a few hundred taels is at most meaningful, spend a few thousand taels, tens of thousands of taels, maybe you can see something.

A Qincha, a Beijing official, can eat up the annual budget of the local yamen after a trip, and he is not very satisfied.

Since Zhang Zhang, he has been strictly restricted, and when he arrived at Wang Yue, he simply stipulated that the upper limit of official meals per capita is one silver dollar, including wine and food, and after exceeding, all will be severely punished.

"I asked them to add four more dishes, especially this Dongpo meat, which is said to have inherited the ancient method of the Southern Song Dynasty, you can try it." Wang Yue said with a smile.

Zhang Wenyuan's excited wrist trembled, and he almost didn't catch it.

When the crispy pork belly blooms on the tip of the tongue, the rich soup fills the entire mouth, down the esophagus, and directly into the stomach, the whole person is sublimated, and there is music in the ears at this moment!

It's so delicious!

Although he didn't know what the dishes of the Song Dynasty tasted like...... But he knew that the most complained about the food was the older generation...... They often say with contempt that barbarians know what kind of food! Even if it is a monarch, it is similar to pig food, and then he talks about the legendary food of the Great Song Dynasty, and then everyone drools together.

Today, Zhang Wenyuan finally believes that even the most exaggerated descriptions and the richest imagination cannot describe one-ten-thousandth of the Central Plains cuisine!

He cried again.

It seems that since he set foot on the land of Daming, he has become sentimental, seeing the magnificence of mountains and rivers, he will cry loudly, hear the prosperity of the country, he will cry with joy, and even the food can make him feel like a sparse uproar!

"If only I had decided to come back sooner! Gensuke-sama, please, I must bring them all back! We've already killed hundreds, Gensuke-sama, save us! ”

Zhang Wenyuan slammed his knees on the ground, kowtowing and knocking.

Wang Yue stretched out his hand and helped him up.

"Don't worry, as long as it's the son of the Han family, Daming won't sit idly by, don't worry, I will take all of them back...... Peace and security, don't abandon, don't give up, this is my promise to you! ”

"Thank you, Lord Motosuke!"

Zhang Wenyuan's five-body throw!

After a feast, Wang Yue also figured out the situation of this group of craftsmen, in fact, they are not all craftsmen for a long time, they have been passed down for generations, and they still have excellent craftsmanship, but there are only a hundred people, and the others are just family members, and they form a village where they live.

After so many years, he basically survived by excellent craftsmanship.

And Wang Yue also understood why they could still speak Chinese and still insist on Chinese characters...... This principle is the same as the Jianghu people use black words, they use Chinese and write Chinese characters, so that they can avoid the outflow of technology, and other people can't understand or understand, but they have to rely on their technology, which is a kind of natural protection.

Three hundred years of perseverance, the story is very moving.

But everything did not appear out of thin air, there are not a few children of the Han family who are living outside, and I don't know how many people have persevered, and it is not uncommon for white-eyed wolves to bite back.

Saying these is not to belittle this group of people, on the contrary, Wang Yue admires it very much, he can always hold a group, he can continue to inherit his skills, and he can persist in such a harsh environment for so many years, no matter how much he praises, it is not too much.

Welcoming the return of these wanderers can not only improve the industrial level, but also inject a valuable thing into the Ming Dynasty.

No matter how you look at it, it's worth it.

"You go, seal these things, and send them to me!"

Yan Shifan took over a stack of emergency documents from his master. He only glanced at it, and he recognized that this was an urgent document sent to Daming by Bu'er from Qinghai.

He had a deep "friendship" with officials in Gansu and other places...... Anyway, it's all these vulgar dramas.

It is precisely for this reason that he still has the official body of Daming, and after hearing that I have gone west, he asked Daming for help, hoping that his father in the court can save him.

As long as he has passed this hurdle, he is willing to be obedient and obedient, and will always be a good baby of the Ming Dynasty, a filial son and grandson!

Yan Shifan shook his head again and again, this Bu'er child was purely dreaming.

How could Da Ming possibly save him?

But you can wait for him to be destroyed by me, and then use these emergency documents as a name to crusade against me.

After all, when we go to the country to do things, we must pay attention to decency!

And the master gave up this, and directly sealed the document and sent it to me to answer.

That's a clever move.

Yan Shifan felt more and more that the master's work was much more atmospheric and upright than before.

Most of the actions you do are conspiracy, and you can't refuse if you put it there. Take this time as an example, after I received it, I will definitely have enough energy, go crazy to Qinghai, and fight hard with Bu'er.

Alta was on the march when he received this sealed packet of paperwork.

He frowned slightly, tore it open, and after only a few letters, his face turned black, and he gritted his teeth.

"What a Bu'er child, he really deserves to be killed!"

After saying that, he jumped off his horse again, rushed to the south, and bowed deeply.

"Thank you Yuanfu Dade, I answer the inscription!"

After several salutes, he turned his head sharply and flew on his horse.

"Hurry up, hurry!"

I replied to the frenzied urging, and the Mongol army was like an earth dragon, winding westward and sweeping in.

Correspondingly, Bu Er'er also tried his best to mobilize people and horses, and used his strength to breastfeed, and wanted to fight with me...... The ancient Hexi Corridor has witnessed countless wars.

Larger than this time, abound, whether it is the Han and Tang Dynasty soldiers, or the tragedy of the Guiyi Army, this land has witnessed too much history.

Li Nian is a young man, not yet twenty-three years old this year, but as early as a few years ago, he was the most powerful one among this group of craftsmen, if it weren't for his young age, lack of prestige, and not good at communication, the senior brother of this generation would not fall on Zhang Wenyuan's head.

"There's going to be a war."

Li Nian muttered softly, "It's already the fifth batch." ”

People kept coming to ask for food, horses, weapons, and even women. As long as they don't rob the population, the people who are still alive are less than half of what they were when they set off, and they really can't die.

At this moment, suddenly, in the southeast, a large cloud of dust appeared again, and a knight from Qinghai arrived.

"The Great Khan has an order, all of you will follow you to the army and act as people's husbands, there must be no mistakes!"

A knight galloped over and delivered the most terrible news.

Li Nian trembled, and there were other people who were also trembling.

They were cautious, through countless obstacles, all the way to Shazhou, but because of the road blockage, they could not go to Daming...... Now that the catastrophe is coming, do they really have no way to live?

"Don't be cold, the young man picked up his weapon, and the old and weak women and children retreated to the middle...... All the Ming soldiers, come forward for me! ”

With the shouting of a hundred households, the Ming army moved quickly.

This army of soldiers and horses was just sent by Lu Bo, the number is only thirty people, they don't even have armor, Li Nian doesn't believe it, how much combat power they have, just like he still doubts whether Da Ming exists.

Can they? Won't be sent to death, right?

Just as Li Nian and many others were panicking, and even crying, the Ming army quickly completed the assembly, and they raised the muzzle of the black hole hole and aimed it at the Tartar that came over.

The battle broke out suddenly, and the gunfire was dense, and there were only thirty people, and there were hundreds of people...... Although the gunfire was not much, it was continuous, and several Tartars fell each time.

Gradually, the Tartars found that there were fewer and fewer people around them, and they finally panicked, and the cavalry of more than two hundred people turned around and fled in a hurry!

That's ridiculous, isn't it?

Dozens of musketeers actually repelled two or three hundred cavalry!

And what is even more exaggerated is still behind, when the Ming army saw the enemy retreating, they actually took a big stride, held a fire gun, and rushed forward!

What a hell!

Are these Ming soldiers possessed by the god of war?

Li Nian was completely stupid, and there was only one thought left in his heart: It turns out that Da Ming is so fierce!

His hands subconsciously clenched the rifled gun, which was his lifeline.

"Kill! Follow Master Wang and kill the enemy together! ”

Someone took the lead, Li Nian did not hesitate, and rushed out......