Jiannu is already planning to establish a country, and the Australian empire plan of the prince of Fu Wang is still far away, and it is said that the empire is established in Australia, and the rubber plantations in Java are a little unpreservable.

The Helan people, who were more like Haikou than Haikou pirates, often raised an army of thousands of men and disguised themselves as Haikou to attack rubber plantations.

From the heavy lifting gun that every two pirates control, who doesn't know that it is a sailor of the Landong India Company, the heavy lifting gun can shoot a horse at a distance of 400 paces, where do ordinary pirates have this kind of firearm.

If it weren't for the slower rate of fire of the heavy lifting gun, according to Zhu Shun's words, there were only 1~2 rounds per minute, which was much slower than the rate of fire of the flintlock smoothbore gun, and the rubber plantation would have been robbed by the Helandong India Company.

The prince of Fuwang, who was waiting for the arrival of the winter monsoon, heard that Zhu Shun and a Francophone businessman had opened an arms company together, and he was overjoyed, and he must have invented something good, so he took his dog legs and hurried to the arms company.

It is the spring season, and the weather is warmer.

What was supposed to be a heavy snowfall turned into a light rain.

Fuwang Shizi came to the south gate of the industrial city in a sedan chair, and through the sedan window, his eyes were attracted by the solid wall that resembled a whole mountain wall, and he was just about to enter, but several riflemen stopped him.

If this was the family of the bureaucratic squire's family, the prince of Fu Wang would have been whipped by him, and the guards and sergeants guarding the palace gate of the Forbidden City had all been whipped by him, not to mention these family members in front of him.

The group of dog-legged people were about to ride a horse to kill these family members, and the prince of Fuwang actually smiled and said to this group of mud-legged people: "As soon as the trouble is spread, it will be said that the prince of Fuwang visited Zhu Shun." ”

When the squad leader heard that it was the prince of King Fu, he immediately took the riflemen to salute and get out of the way: "Little prince, please come in." ”

"Uncle said, the king of heaven and Lao Tzu will be stopped when he comes, but the little prince is his brother and can come and go at will."

The prince of Fuwang had heard too much flattery, and he had long been disgusted by all kinds of flattery, and when he heard that he could enter and leave the industrial uncle at will, his face was immediately red.

With a wave of his hand, he led the dog-legged men on horseback into the new Zhuangzi that the industrial uncle was building.

Entering Zhuangzi from the steel gate, the Liaodong horse slowed down and walked on the cement road, kicking out a crisp and loud 'da-da' horse's hooves.

King Fu looked at the industrial Bo Zhuangzi in front of him, and couldn't help but be stunned, the area occupied was okay, it could only be regarded as average.

Not to mention the Zhuangzi of the Duke of Dingguo and the Duke of England, that is, the Zhuangzi of the Marquis of Huaiyuan, the buildings are connected, the door is closed, and there are various workshops and markets in the Zhuangzi, and you can be self-sufficient without going out.

It's just that I've never seen such a neat and clean Zhuangzi.

There was a light rain in the gloomy sky, and the Zhuangzi of any of the princes and nobles of the Ming Dynasty and the relatives of the emperor was already muddy, and there was dirty muddy water everywhere.

In this rainy weather, many of the alleys in Jingshi are also dirty, full of watery puddles, and stepping on them brings out thick silt.

Many princes were very disgusted with rainy weather, which would make their Zhuangzi dirty.

The Zhuangzi of the industrial uncle is a completely different world, but it is cleaner and tidier on rainy days, and the wide road can be said to be dusty and dusty, without the slightest bit of mud.

The light rain fell on the concrete road, and the water formed flowed to the floor drains on both sides of the road, making the concrete floor cleaner than usual.

The prince of Fu opened the curtain on the west side of the sedan chair, and on the west side of the wide and tidy road, there was a large empty wasteland, which was like the Zhuangzi of the noble family, full of mud.

When the curtain on the east side is lifted, it is different, and the ground on the east side is also clean and tidy, but there are no thick lines drawn on the road under your feet.

There was a thought in the mind of King Fu, Brother Zhu is my good brother, and he must be asked to help this prince build such a clean and tidy Zhuangzi.

Seeing the 'whooshing' flowing water on the road and the hard ground, King Fu couldn't help but be interested: "Bring an oil-paper umbrella." ”

The family quickly opened an oil-paper umbrella, and originally wanted to hold an umbrella for the little prince himself, but the little prince took the oil-paper umbrella, and some children ran around on the hard ground by a child, and also kicked the water with expensive golden python boots.

It was early morning work time, and many workers walked on the cement road to their respective steam factories, and saw a scene not far away, and their hearts were amused.

I think that when I saw this kind of cement road, I also looked like I had never seen the world, and I made a lot of jokes.

The first time the prince of Fu came to the industrial city, he didn't know where the arms company was, and he was about to stop a person to ask, when a greeting came from behind him.

"I've seen the little prince."

The prince of Fuwang turned around and saw that it was Zhao Doumi, the fourth disciple of Zhu Shun, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and saluted him without humility or arrogance.

Among Zhu Shun's many disciples, the favorite of the prince of Fuwang is this Zhao Doumi, who was born in poverty, and he has always been generous in his words and deeds, with a calm and calm attitude.

When the ordinary bureaucratic squire saw the prince of Fuwang, he had already nodded and bowed flatteringly, but Zhao Doumi, who was born in poverty, did not grovel at all.

King Fu Shizi walked over and patted Zhao Doumi on the shoulder, and asked with a smile: "Where is the arms company, take this prince to take a look." ”

Zhao Doumi knew that his mentor had a good relationship with this prince who was second only to the emperor in the world, and he was one of the magnates who could enter the arms company that his mentor had personally explained.

Zhao Doumi rode a little donkey to lead the way in front, and led the prince of Fuwang, who was looking around with a curious face, into the South Industrial Park.

The northern, central, and southern industrial parks are all very large, much larger than the average county seat, and these industrial parks will be expanded with a large number of steam factories in the future.

The group sped up the speed of their mounts, and it took more than a stick of incense to reach the munitions company.

The secrecy level of the arms company belongs to the highest level, and only the prince of Fuwang is allowed to enter.

Entering the arms company, the tall chimney reached into the sky, emitting a large amount of black smoke.

The boiler room next to the steam workshop spewed out a large amount of white gas, and the steam workshops emitted a harsh sound of sawing wood and metal impact.

The parts of the musket were transported backwards through a conveyor belt, and finally converged on the assembly workshop not far from the prince of Fukuo.

The finely crafted birds were assembled in the hands of skilled workers, placed in boxes, and carried away by other workers.

The prince of Fuwang looked at the steam workshop in front of him, which was like flowing water, and continued to make muskets one after another, and he had only one thought in his heart.

Or pretending to be a mountain bandit and forcibly kidnapping Zhu Shun and tying him up in Luoyang to make a village... Ahem... The Industrial Revolution began in Luoyang.

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