Chapter Seventy-Three: Goodbye Cui Ji
In the following days, Ning Yu has been frantically tossing on both sides of the barracks and the gun workshop, but there are too few people at present, and the entire Ning family, the Cheng family, and the Zheng family have been sent to various important places.
But now the plate of the Fu Han army is too big, Qian Zhuang and the Chamber of Commerce need manpower to support the operation, several counties and Wuchang City also need officials of the Fu Han army to support, the 15,000-strong Fu Han army and the three garrison regiments of 9,000 people are also constantly expanding the scale, and they need a large number of officers and trustworthy henchmen.
Therefore, the original Hanyang Battalion and the Eagle Battalion have been broken up and incorporated into these armies, so that Ning Yu feels that he is lacking in skills when he does something now.
"Dong Ce, Dong Ce!" Ning Yu shouted while cleaning up the paperwork in his hand, but it was only after a while that he remembered that Dong Ce, the kid, had been sent out by himself to be the head of the regiment, so he stopped his mouth stupidly. This is also something that can't be helped, Xu Chengliang, Dong Ce, and a few of the backbones of the original Eagle Battalion have all been promoted to several levels, and they became senior officials at a young age.
Although Ning Yu has already begun to prepare for the army martial arts lecture hall, and has also opened a special training course for officers for the old poles of the original Hanyang battalion, after all, it also takes two months of surprise study, so that the manpower is just unbreakable.
Just looking at this document as high as a mountain, Ning Yu couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, whether he was a big young master or a privy deputy envoy, he couldn't be idle, it was simply a natural hard work. On the contrary, his father is nominally the governor of the capital, but his life is not so busy on weekdays.
When Ning Yu was putting this stack of documents on the bookcase for review, a woman's voice came from outside, as crisp as a silver bell, which made people itch to hear it, but Ning Yu seemed to have heard it somewhere.
After a while, a guard came in to tell Ning Yu that there was a female son outside who wanted to visit Ning Yu.
Ning Yu thought about it, then waved his hand to let the other party in, he probably guessed who this person was in his heart.
Sure enough, Cui Xi walked in wearing a scribe's uniform and a scribe's scarf on her head, holding a folding fan in her slender white little hand, shaking and shaking in her hand, with an inexplicable smile on her face, showing a bit of charm and loveliness.
Looking at her appearance, Ning Yu was a little more surprised, because since the last time he proposed, although Ning Yu didn't have any pimples in his heart, he always felt weird, so he decided not to think about it anymore, but now the other party came to the door, which made him a little strange.
"Why does the envoy of the privy envoy Ning look at this prince like this?" Cui Xi was panicked by Ning Yu's eyes, and her face was a little more dizzy, so she pretended to salute.
"Senior sister? Why are you dressed up like this? What is the matter with coming to my camp? Ning Yu tried his best to make his tone more flat.
Cui Ji waved her hand a little embarrassed, "Don't call me junior sister, I am now dressed as a man, I am your junior brother, this is also Daddy's arrangement, let me do your paperwork." If you don't want to, I'll go. With that, he thought about slipping away.
Ning Yu smiled heartily, how could he let go of this good opportunity to liberate himself? When he pulled Cui Xi's sleeve, "Senior brother, since it was arranged by the teacher, how could the senior brother refuse the teacher's kindness?" You can rest assured that you will do this clerical position in this camp, four taels of silver per month, and I hope that the junior brother will not dislike the simplicity in this camp. ”
Cui Ji wrinkled her little nose and said, "Okay, if you have something, please ask the privy envoy to arrange it." As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Ning Yu a few times.
Ning Yu is now eighteen years old, and his appearance was relatively ordinary, but after all, he has experienced many things, and his temperament looks quite extraordinary, his face is like a knife, a little more sharp, and the corners of his mouth are naturally raised, and he looks a little charming.
Cui Ji thought in her heart, it seems that this kid is quite attractive, but he is not polite, otherwise he can be regarded as a handsome little boy. Hmm, it's pretty good to laugh at.
Just when Cui Ji was thinking about it, Ning Yu hugged the rest of the documents to the bookcase, and kept piling the bookcase high, before he turned his head and smiled: "No, that's it, hard work, junior sister.... Brother. ”
Cui Xi's little face suddenly wrinkled, and before she could beg for mercy, Ning Yu had already stepped out, except for ordering the guards in the camp to bring food and water regularly, and then left.
Looking at Ning Yu's back, Cui Xi sighed helplessly.
"If I had known, I shouldn't have offended this kid!"
At this time, Ning Yu did not deliberately avoid Cui Xi, in fact, he did not have any ill feelings towards Cui Xi in his heart, but he needed to immediately determine the output of armaments, which would directly affect the life and death of the entire Fu Han army.
Now that it is September, Ning Yu took a few guards to the gun workshop in Xiaogan County, at this time the gun shop does not need to avoid people's eyes, so the distribution of personnel and materials is above board, and the workers of the entire gun workshop are almost tens of thousands.
Of course, these tens of thousands of people are not all skilled workers, because Ning Yu will make guns and guns for streamlined production, so many processes do not require much technical content, only a few masters in front of the work, a few days can be familiar with the mastery.
And those more core work are done by experienced masters, so the whole process is still very smooth, although the noise in the whole gun workshop is not small, but it can be seen that most people are still relatively organized.
Lei Huozi came over at some point, and said with a smile: "Privy Deputy Envoy, this month can produce 3,000 flintlock pistols and sixty cannons, plus the previous inventory, it should be enough!" ”
"Not enough, the previous stock was only 5,000 flintlock pistols, and by the end of this month it was only 8,000, but the number of our troops has exceeded 12,000. By the end of next month at the latest, our army will reach a full strength of 15,000 men, that is, 7,000 flintlock muskets will be needed by the end of next month. ”
In Ning Yu's vision, the equipment used by the garrison regiment was the previously captured Qing army's bird guns and swords and shields, so the new flintlock pistol was temporarily not distributed, and only the core Fu Han army would be equipped with the most advanced weapons at present.
Lei Huozi tugged at his beard and said with a sad face: "Although the number of people has expanded a lot now, coupled with the assembly line process, the output can barely reach four thousand rods next month, which.... There are still three thousand strokes left .... Do you want to be more liberal for a month? ”
Ning Yu is angry and funny, although there are more and more people in charge of this thunder camel, his temper has not changed at all, and he is also a forty or fifty-year-old person.
"Don't worry, the only thing restricting your output now is wrought iron and workers, and these will be soon."
Ning Yu said in his mouth, but his eyes looked to the southeast, where the iron was immediately the Fu Han army's.