Under the money offensive of the old lady Song, Song's flour mills bloomed everywhere in Shuntianfu, and the remaining twenty-six flour mills were selected for half a month and started construction at the same time.

This can make the green hand bluffs in these counties and counties excited, because of the fact that they were invited to eat at home by the spinning woman during this time, the green hand bluffs in other counties are envious.

No matter how envious I am, I can only watch it, because there are no weaving mills and spinning mills in other places except in western Beijing, and it is different when a flour mill is built.

I heard that dozens of people had to be recruited just for the coolies in the handling department, and the Qingshou Lamas not only wanted to protect the Song family's flour mill, but also wanted to go in and become workers.

Under the leadership of the Zhujia Spinning Mill, who doesn't know that the monthly income of these weaving mills and spinning mills is the highest, and there is no upper limit, as long as they are willing to endure hardships, the more they work, the more silver they will get.

The blue-handed lamas cheered, but this made Song Shihui suffer, and he rode a Liaodong horse all day long in the counties of Shuntianfu, going back and forth, inspecting the construction of various Song flour mills.

Cao Wenyao also completed the control of the Song Weaving Factory, which is now renamed Cao's Weaving Factory, within this month and a half.

When there is money in everything, the first thing that comes to mind must be to renovate the old house, the old house of Zhu Shun's family, which has already begun to be built according to the scale of Sanjin.

Cao Wenyao was not exempt from vulgarity, he couldn't afford to buy a house in the capital, so he went to Huangcun to buy a piece of land, or next to Zhu Shun's house, he built a three-entry house.

Before that, he also used his own cloth to buy three or four sets of new clothes for his family and the family of his younger brother, which was quite a bit of a nouveau riche.

Zhu Shun can understand, he is really scared.

Xing'an Bogongzi and Cao Wenyao were idle today, one was pushing a wheelchair, the other was sitting on it, and the two came over to find Zhu Shun, who was studying the steam engine.

Zhu Shun put down the drawings that he had designed for an unknown number of times, and was about to have lunch, when he saw the two of them coming, he asked Li Zhouqiao to go and get two more copies.

The three of them sat under the same roof, eating a simple meal, but they felt that it was more fragrant than anything else.

It's not about the food, it's about the people who eat.

Minded.

Zhu Shun put the finished tray next to him, and Li Zhouqiao was very sensible with the four trays and left here: "Brother Wen Yao came just in time, and I ask you to transfer something to General Cao Bing on your behalf." ”

Cao Wenyao, who was in a wheelchair, took over a scroll with the scent of ink, on which was written a militia training manual.

The name is very weird, and I opened it and took a look: "We are the people's soldiers, and we don't take a stitch from the masses........"

After turning a few pages, Cao Wenyao's gaze seemed to be nailed to a scroll, and his tepid face became more and more solemn.

With Cao Wenyao's tenacious mind, it took a whole incense stick before he took his eyes off the scroll and said solemnly: "I didn't expect Mr. Zhu to be such a genius. ”

"This genius who mixes politics and military affairs so seamlessly is almost comparable to Sun Tzu."

Zhu Shun smiled and calmly accepted Cao Wenyao's praise: "The most important thing in an army is not the armor rate, nor is it whether the training is excellent, it lies in two words. ”

"Faith."

"Only absolute faith can make an army super resilient."

Cao Wenyao heard that a toughness, not the combat strength that generals often say, and his evaluation of Zhu Shun's ability to govern the army immediately rose to the level of a national soldier.

Zhu Shun saw that he had the intention of starting a tirade, so he decisively stopped the conversation: "There is no tactical strategy written in this book, from beginning to end it is only for two words, faith." ”

"Because why you are fighting and who you are fighting for, I won't say more, I will copy a copy and experience it carefully."

Fight for whom?

Not for the emperor, not for the military chief.

It is for the people of the Ming Dynasty and for the country.

Only by understanding this can the army be washed into an army of faith.

Zhu Shun suddenly remembered something, put down the design drawings in his hand and said, "Copy a copy later, and take you to see a good thing." ”

The good things that Zhu Shun said in his mouth were not in the hall of Beijing Normal University, but in the Wang Gong Bureau thirty miles away, the three of them got on the antique chariot of the son of Xing'an Bo and rushed to the Wang Gong Bureau together.

Because of curiosity, the son of Xing'an Bo wanted to see what kind of book it was, and Cao Wenyao, who could make it difficult to speak, praised him Brother Zhu so much.

Although he, Brother Zhu was originally a genius.

After only two glances, the prince of Xing'an Bo couldn't stand it anymore, threw the book to Cao Wenyao, lay down in this imitation Qin and Han chariot, and took a nap.

When they came to Wang Gong's Bureau, the three of them went to the empty artillery factory, and before Zhu Shun could speak, Cao Wenyao took the lead and said, "Mr. Zhu, how many rifled guns are there?" ”

Zhu Shun was not surprised at all that he knew about rifled guns, and when he came to the Beiping Firearms General Bureau in the capital, he would not know about it.

Second, with the big-mouthed character of the son of Xing'an, such a face-saving thing as a rifled gun, of course, he will show off to Cao Wenyao at the first time.

Zhu Shun took the two of them all the way to the shooting range of the gun factory, asked the two to wait here, and went to a hidden warehouse to bring the rack and a rocket.

The rig was placed at the edge of the range, and the rockets were placed on it, facing the other end of the range.

Cao Wenyao and Xing'an Bogongzi walked over, looked at the strange things on the empty shooting range, and looked up and down several times.

Uncle Xing'an also walked over curiously and touched it several times: "Brother Zhu, what is this?" ”

Zhu Shun lit the rocket, pulled the two of them away, and said with a smile: "Good thing." ”

"Whoa—"

As soon as he finished saying this, the tail of the rocket sprayed a large amount of gunpowder flare, and it flew out quickly, and soon landed a few hundred steps away.

"Boom-"

After a loud explosion, the ground seemed to shake slightly, and a mushroom cloud rose from the range, and a large crater was blown into the ground.

Gongzi Xing'an suddenly felt that his palms were a little hot, looked at the mushroom cloud in the distance in a daze, and stammered: "Zhu.... Brother Zhu.... This... This thing... It's scary too. ”

Cao Wenyao narrowed his eyes, looking at the mushroom cloud in the distance, and an uncontrollable heat appeared on his tepid face.

He has been in the eastern border of Liaodong for so many years, and he knows the value of this thing too well, if there are 10,000... No... A thousand of these things.

Cao Wenyao dared to attack the capital of Jiannu!

Xing'an Bogongzi was shocked by the power of the rocket, and the first sentence was said with Cao Wenyao: "How much is one." ”

Rockets are of great use to Zhu Shun, involving one of his plans, and he has only secretly produced more than a hundred of them, so how can he sell them to others if he is not enough.

However, Zhu Shun was very satisfied with the expressions of the two, especially the tepid Cao Wenyao: "This is called a rocket, don't say it, as for the price, let's talk about it later, let's solve the potato flour matter first." ”

Xing'an Bogongzi also has a good character, he keeps his promises, as long as it is what he promised, he has to do it if he can't do it.

Seeing the power of rockets, he has always been giggling, and he rarely appeared serious: "Brother Zhu, don't worry, I won't say it if I am killed." ”

Cao Wenyao arched his hand tepidly.

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