The day of the competition happened to be the beginning of summer, and this year's beginning of summer didn't know what was going on, and the weather was still a little cold.

Fortunately, there was no wind or rain, and it was a good day to step on people.

The location of the competition was selected in Jingshan Garden, which covers an area of more than 300 acres of royal garden, and a large amount of anthracite coal was piled up to prevent fuel shortages caused by the Mongol siege of the capital, also known as Coal Mountain.

In addition, there are many uses such as archery, official learning, ploughing, religion, etc., the place is big enough, and Chongzhen chose the location of the competition in Jingshan.

Before the competition began, it attracted many bureaucrats, gentry and wealthy businessmen to come and watch, as many as 1,000 people, which can be said to be an unprecedented grand occasion.

Chongzhen played a consistent frugal style, did not build a magnificent platform, nor did he use a large amount of silk to decorate the test site, and directly used the shooting school field to conduct the competition.

It did not reflect the royal dignity at all, and several cabinet ministers made several admonitions, saying that such frugality would damage the royal majesty.

Chongzhen is too lazy to take care of them, he doesn't know that firewood, rice, oil and salt are expensive, he wears patched clothes, and he still cares about whether the venue looks good or not.

There are still some silk silks in his private treasury, which are not much, and they are worth 80,000 taels of silver, but they are all used to buy one and lose ten.

Ahem....... Chongzhen couldn't help coughing twice when he thought of this, and the eunuch next to him, who was in charge of recording the emperor's living notes, quickly took out a small notebook and wrote down a sentence.

His Majesty is worried about state affairs and is infected with the wind and cold.

Chongzhen is worried, worried about how the money in his private treasury is so small, even if it is a loss of ten, it is only 800,000 taels of silver, just enough to make a new set of military jackets for the soldiers at the border pass.

Now the weather is really getting colder and colder, and the last time the military jacket was issued was during the apocalypse, and the new one should have been issued a long time ago, just because there was no money and the new military jacket was not issued for a long time.

Hey, it's still too little money, if you have another 80,000 taels, you can make two sets.

Jin Shang, surnamed Huang, was standing not far from Chongzhen, looking at the expression on his face that was even happier than yesterday, and his face was about to smile in folds.

There is no way, someone came to give him money early in the morning, and a gift is still 80,000 taels, and he was happy to add an egg when he ate this morning.

This made the people in the house think that something had happened to the master, could it be that the old man was not long in life, so he wanted to spend more money, you must know that the old man is a famous miser, and a copper is eager to break into a three-petal flower.

"Here we are."

The hour was almost up, and Kong Yougui, the representative of the Donglin Party, walked into the shooting range with his head held high under a pair of blazing eyes.

Kong Yougui deliberately dressed up in order to make the ministers and His Majesty the Emperor remember him.

He wore a tasseled hat on his head, a green robe, and black shoes and socks on his feet, all of which were made of Song Jin from Suzhou, and he also held a lady's folding fan in his hand.

Kong Yougui was originally good-looking, and he wore such a sassy outfit again, which immediately attracted applause from the audience.

Several Shangshu of the Donglin Party glanced at each other and smiled knowingly, they all had a lot of net worth, and they still gambled on one to five.

Thinking that if you change hands, it will be five times the income, which is faster than making money in the officialdom, and the gazes of several Shangshu looking at Jin Zhijun are even softer.

Compared with Kong Yougui's silk and satin, Zhu Shun's second uncle is much more cold, not to mention wearing coarse linen clothes, which are also full of patches.

The bureaucrats, gentry and wealthy businessmen present all shook their heads when they saw his shabby look, and they were all fart, they must have lost.

Kong Yougui stood in the center of the much-anticipated shooting range with high spirits, opened the lady's folding fan with a 'snap', and saw that the person who came to the competition turned out to be the second child of the Zhu family.

poof, happy: "I thought I was looking for what kind of master, it turned out to be a cripple." ”

When everyone present heard Kong Yougui's words, they noticed that Zhu Shun's second uncle turned out to be a lame man, and he only cared about looking at the beggar on his body just now.

It immediately caused a burst of laughter.

Zhu Shun's second uncle just walked over silently, without saying a word, without any superfluous expression on his face.

When he walked to the center of the shooting range, he carefully opened the package behind him, took out a set of tattered armor from it, and draped it on his body.

Seeing this tattered armor, Chongzhen was stunned, the West French were stunned, and the ministers were all stunned.

It turned out to be the armor of Guan Ning's iron horse.

After a long laugh, the laughter turned into silence, and no one dared to laugh at this lame shabby man.

You can laugh at anyone, but you can't laugh at these soldiers who fought bloodily at the border for the stability of the Ming Dynasty.

Without them, can the bureaucrats and gentry live a life of pleasure and drunkenness? He had already been beheaded by the Jurchens and kidnapped his wife and children.

Second Uncle Zhu Shun still didn't pay attention to what the bureaucrats and gentry standing on the periphery thought, and silently walked about two hundred meters with a rifled gun.

Loading, reloading, shooting, and completing all the actions in one go.

"Bang!" A gunshot woke up all the bureaucrats and gentry who were watching the play, and they almost didn't stick their eyes out.

Second Uncle Zhu Shun, who was standing two hundred steps away, really hit the target, not only hit the target, but also shot through the bull's-eye.

The Jin Shang surnamed Huang and the members of the Donglin Party instantly felt that something was wrong, this was no longer a problem of marksmanship, the ghost thing called the rifled gun was too powerful.

The high-spirited Kong Yougui looked at the bullseye blankly, and his mouth was a little dry.

He never thought that the rifled gun that Zhu Shun made was so powerful that it could shoot through the bullseye at a distance of two hundred steps.

Kong Yougui, who was difficult to ride a tiger, could only walk two hundred steps away with his head, and kept begging the gods to tell his grandmother, hoping that God would bless him and shoot through the bull's-eye.

After another gunshot, Kong Yougui's shot missed the target without accident, and it should be said that the distance was not reached.

Jin Shang's eyelids trembled violently, and now he didn't feel bad, but had an ominous premonition, but he still maintained a trace of luck and stood in the crowd to hold on.

The festive faces of the members of the Donglin Party were all replaced with the crying faces of the ancestors during the Qingming Festival, and they scolded Jin Zhijun in their hearts for not being a thing, and recommended something.

The soft gaze in the eyes of several Shangshu all turned sharp, and Jin Zhijun looked at it like a mang's back, and his legs kept swinging.

Chongzhen and the West French Party only have two words in their hearts, happy, let you be so arrogant just now, now you are dumbfounded.

After the second uncle Zhu Shun fired the first shot, he cleaned up the medicine room in silence and replaced the lead bullet gunpowder.

When Kong Yougui finished firing a shot, he walked silently step by step to a position of about three hundred meters, picked up the rifled gun, and prepared to shoot.

Kong Yougui saw that Second Uncle Zhu Shun had walked three hundred steps, and his back was covered with cold sweat, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.