Under the pressure of the bureaucratic squire, being able to eat well is a very proud thing.

Sure enough, Sun Yanquan said proudly: "Although it is not a hairpin family, I have been able to eat and dress warmly since I was a child." ”

Wang Youzhen nodded, didn't say anything, and stopped the blind mother-in-law who was about to kneel down and salute.

Helping the blind mother-in-law and several children beside her to their original positions, Wang Youzhen looked at the blind mother-in-law and said, "Do you know what this old woman was going to do just over a month ago. ”

Sun Yanquan didn't know what a blind mother-in-law was going to do, and he didn't want to admit that he was ignorant, so he could only pretend not to hear and not speak.

Wang Youzhen said a word expressionlessly, as if he had said something very plain.

"The blind mother-in-law is ready to hang herself, and along with her two children."

Sun Yanquan heard Wang Youzhen say this matter so plainly, and a wave of anger broke out in his heart towards Wang Youzhen: "Why are you so cold-blooded." ”

"It's three lives, I didn't expect it to be so lightly said by you."

Wang Yongzhen looked at Sun Yanquan with an angry face expressionlessly, and still said a word very plainly.

"It's you who is really cold-blooded."

This sentence was like a basin of cold water, and by the way, all Sun Yanquan's anger was instantly extinguished.

Old-fashioned, Sun Yanquan, who likes to point fingers no matter what he encounters,

Speechless for the first time.

wanted to refute Wang Youzhen's words, but he couldn't refute them.

Standing silently, he looked a little helpless.

Yes, he was arguing with Jiao Miao at the gate of the water-powered spinning mill just now, and the silver was too much.

I don't understand business when I open my mouth, and I don't understand people's hearts when I shut up.

Condescending.

No one seems to know better than him.

But just as Jiao Miao's teacher said, it is he Sun Yanquan who is really cold-blooded.

He is a person who has no worries about food and clothing, what qualifications does he have, and how can he point fingers, the spinning woman whose family is about to starve to death due to different living circumstances.

It's him who really doesn't understand.

If the money had not been given, the blind mother-in-law and her two children would have hanged themselves from a tree because they had no food at home.

The remaining three children, as well as the spinning woman in the spinning workshop, will not be able to live long because they can't eat.

That's what he called.

I don't understand.

Wang Youzhen looked at the silent and helpless Sun Yanquan, and finally said something that he might not necessarily understand, and left the dilapidated thatched house.

"Silver is not important to me at all, as long as I can ensure that my family can eat and drink, and I can have clothes to wear."

"But I'm still very short of silver, and I'll still work hard to earn it."

"There is only one purpose, to use the silver to speed up the business I want to accomplish, so that these people at the bottom can live a life of food and clothing."

Sun Yanquan really half-understood this sentence, but he didn't understand it.

But I understood one thing.

Sun Yanquan solemnly straightened his clothes and faced Wang Youzhen's back as he left.

Bow deeply.

After Wang Youzhen left, he went to prepare one thing, so that the patriarch of the ancestral hall could see the power of the second-generation flintlock pistol.

The next day.

It didn't take long for it to get dark.

The patriarchs of the ancestral halls got up very early, and came to the spacious grain field one after another.

The patriarchs of the ancestral hall thought that they had gotten up early enough, but who knew that when they came to the grain field, Wang Youzhen and his eldest sons and grandsons were already waiting here.

The patriarch of the ancestral hall looked at the eldest son and grandson who were stronger than a few days ago, because the pressure brought by the dung section had been reduced a lot, and his serious face couldn't help but smile.

Wang Youzhen called these ancestral patriarchs over with only one purpose, to show the flintlock pistol that comprehensively crushed the first generation of arquebuses.

Patriarch Jiao saw that Wang Youzhen not only came over by himself, but also brought ten eldest sons and grandsons, and brought the bird guns with him.

I had a rough guess in my heart, presumably the little gentleman who had never been on the battlefield naively thought that he could resist the dung section with ten bird guns.

Among all the people present, no one knew the power of the bird gun better than Patriarch Jiao, who had built the bird gun all his life.

He really wanted to persuade the little gentleman who had never been on the battlefield to give up this naïve idea.

I was afraid that Mr. Xiao would lose face because of this incident, and he was a little embarrassed for a while, and he didn't know whether to say it or not.

Thinking that this matter is related to the lives of Mr. Xiao and his grandson, I have a heart in my heart, even if it makes Mr. Xiao unhappy, I have to say it.

Patriarch Jiao preemptively said: "Mr. Xiao should want to use these ten bird guns to drive away the dung sellers with the help of the common people who have spread false rumors and said very big bird guns. ”

Speaking of this, Patriarch Jiao sighed heavily, and reached out to untie a long stick wrapped in black cloth behind his back.

I am going to use the facts to let Mr. Xiao see the doorway clearly, and let him recognize the reality and not think too much.

Patriarch Jiao untied the long stick wrapped in black cloth, revealing the contents inside, which was a bird gun.

This bird gun was not recorded in the yamen, it was a bird gun he built privately and used it for self-defense.

After Patriarch Jiao took out the bird gun, it attracted everyone's attention and introduced it in detail: "The power of the bird gun is indeed not small, and there are many bad points. ”

"The first bad part is that there are too many steps to fire buckshot, and there are as many as a dozen cumbersome ones."

In order to prove that what he said was true, and in order to let the little gentleman see the real truth, Patriarch Jiao began to get angry.

The first step is to clean the medicine pot.

Patriarch Jiao took out a strip, wrapped some cotton around it, and reached into the bird's nest to clean up the burned gunpowder residue.

The second step is to load the primer.

He took out some gunpowder from a small box next to him and poured it through the muzzle of the gun.

When it came to this step, Patriarch Jiao said specifically: "This pouring gunpowder is particular. ”

"It can't be too tight, so it will affect the burning of gunpowder."

"It can't be too loose, if it's too loose, it won't be very powerful."

Wang Youzhen nodded, which affected the chamber of the gun to hold his breath.

After Patriarch Jiao put in the gunpowder, he took out a lead bullet and put it in the same way along the muzzle.

Then he took out a piece of oilcloth, took the whole strip and smashed it in, and poured lead bullet and gunpowder.

Patriarch Jiao has already spent a lot of time here, and this is just the beginning.

It took more than a dozen steps before and after, and Wang Youzhen estimated that it took more than a minute in total.

After Patriarch Jiao had completed all these steps, he looked around and saw that there was just a small earthen wall on the grain field.

Standing forty or fifty steps away from the earthen wall, he picked the ring of the bird rush.

Just listen to "Bang! "A bang.

With a puff of smoke rising, the lead catapult hit the earthen wall.