Zhu Shun looked at this ordnance line, and his mood was extremely excited, he had finally achieved something after coming to the Ming Dynasty for so long.

Zhu Shun, who was wearing a quail complement green robe, called a small craftsman from the assembly line and asked him to bring a Taishi chair.

He sat down in a big way, holding the coarse porcelain teapot in the public hall in his hand, drinking tea, and admiring the hot ordnance line: "Fortunately, it's just a smoothbore gun, and the requirements for accuracy are not too big. ”

"If this is replaced by a rifled gun, it will be completely different, the rifled gun requires a close combination of projectile and rifling, and has high requirements for accuracy."

Zhu Shun put down the coarse porcelain teapot on his mouth and began to think about the establishment of the rifled gun line: "This involves one of the most basic requirements of industrial society, standardization. ”

"Only if all the lead bullets are the same size and the rifled guns are of the same caliber, so that any lead bullet can be applied to any rifled gun."

"The lead bullet is too big to fit into the rifled gun, and the small one can't effectively hold the breath, causing a dumb fire."

"If the caliber of rifled guns is not uniform, it is easy to cause the problem of not being stuffed or dumb fire."

"With this hydraulic drilling machine, the standardization of the barrel caliber has a certain guarantee, after all, it is not the kind that relies on manpower to beat, but fixes it little by little and drills into a barrel."

"It's just that even if you use a hydraulic drilling machine, there is a certain amount of error, well, you should create basic measuring tools such as vernier calipers and micrometers to standardize the production of barrel caliber."

"Those that meet the standards are used to make rifled guns, and those that do not meet the standards cannot be wasted and used to make smoothbore guns."

As for the standardization of lead bullets, it is difficult, there is no steam engine, there is no mechanical punch, it is difficult to standardize lead bullets.

If there really were a steam engine and a mechanical punch, Zhu Shun would not have used it to standardize lead bullets, but would have used it to make the pinnacle of black powder muskets, the Migne-style rifle.

This kind of rifle that uses conical bullets is almost the same as modern firearms, with fast loading speed and long range.

Zhu Shun had read a lot of historical novels before, and the protagonist in them actually used a handicraft workshop to make a large number of high-standard Migne-style rifles.

It's just nonsense, this is also the hard wound of many novels, come up and start to make this kind of Minne-style rifle that can be called a plug-in, who knows, how high the technical standards involved behind the Mine-style rifle are.

If nothing else, without a mechanical punch, not even the Mini bullets used in the Minie rifle could be made.

Zhu Shun said that more than 30,000 flintlock guns were delivered a year, but they were only smoothbore guns, let alone Mine-style rifles, and it was impossible to manufacture rifled guns on a large scale at the current industrial level.

Without an Iowa rifling machine, it is impossible to complete it without a month or two of hand-carved rifling, and if there is a slight mistake in the middle, you have to change the barrel and start all over again.

Zhu Shun also knows the manufacturing method of the mechanical punch, but there is no steam engine, which is the power source of the industry, and it is useless to build it.

As long as he survives this month, Zhu Shun will start training these young craftsmen, first instilling in them the units of measurement such as decimeters, centimeters, and millimeters, and then giving them how to use vernier calipers and micrometers to prepare for the future.

In the Ming Dynasty, there was something similar to a vernier caliper, a bronze engraved line ruler, but with lower accuracy.

Measuring the caliber of the barrel can't tolerate a little sloppiness, Zhu Shun is ready to personally make several vernier calipers with high accuracy, and the micrometer is used as a template.

In the evening, without Zhu Shun taking the initiative to arrange, in order to increase production, several young craftsmen took the initiative to go to the shed where Wang Gong Factory stored dry firewood, brought a pile of dry firewood and put it next to the shed where they were, and lit a bonfire.

The allure of the craftsman is greater for the young craftsmen than the top brand in the green building, and now they have the opportunity to realize their long-cherished wish day and night, and in order to surpass others, they must work more hours.

With these young craftsmen taking the lead, the others did not leave, and also ran to bring a pile of dry firewood for lighting.

The craftsmen couldn't understand what kind of mess Zhu Shun was doing, so when the time for the yamen was up, they ran to the nearby market, ate something casually, and went back to sleep.

The next day, they gambled in Wang Gong's factory as usual, and went back to sleep when it got dark, and after a few days, the craftsmen suddenly couldn't sit still.

They found that the flintlock pistols were fully made and sent to the storehouse without stopping, and in the past half a month, more than 500 flintlock pistols had been piled up in the storehouse.

In the past, these 500 or so flintlock pistols alone would have been their output for five months.

The craftsman was no longer in the mood to gamble money, and he didn't even have a taste for eating, and they couldn't figure out what kind of immortal means Zhu Shun used to conjure so many muskets out of thin air.

Zhu Shun happened to be not here today, so the craftsmen moved their minds, thinking that they would quickly pass the news to the Yellow Paste Factory to see if they could get some reward.

As for the gambling game that the people of the capital talk about every day, it doesn't matter who wins and who loses, they didn't bet anyway.

The general banner responsible for the safety of Wang Gongchang, the elders of the family are members of the Donglin Party, although he was not fortunate enough to enter the Donglin Party, but he has always regarded himself as a member of the Donglin Party.

Seeing this situation, he was sorry for his identity, and Zongqi also wanted to make a great contribution with this matter, so that he could have the honor to join the Donglin Party.

Either you don't do it, you can do it ruthlessly, and the general flag asked the fifty sergeants under his command to hold a pile of dry firewood and pile it next to the storeroom.

The general flag held a torch in his hand, looked at the treasury with a smile, and as long as he threw this torch over, he made a great achievement.

"Bang!"

Just when the general flag was about to throw out the torch, Zhu Shun raised his hand and shot it, right in the back.

"Ahh Zongqi fell to the ground with a painful wail, not hurting the vital point, but the sharp pain of the lead bullet penetrating his body made him unbearable, and he lay on the ground and rolled on the ground.

The sergeants under the general banner immediately drew their Yanling knives, and when they turned their faces to see the group of people behind Zhu Shun, this group of soft eggs who had never been on the battlefield, all the knives in their hands fell to the ground in fright.

Flying fish suit, embroidered spring knife.

Zhu Shun had long expected today's scene, and knew that Wang Gongchang's sergeant was not credible, so he went to Wang Chengen's mansion.

Rifled guns, incorruptible officials, hydraulic drilling machines, Wang Chengen, who witnessed this thing with his own eyes, knew that Zhu Shun's weight in the mind of the Son of Heaven was not light.

Wang Chengen, a big celebrity in the dynasty, repeatedly explained that as long as Mr. Zhu comes, he must serve well, and if anyone dares to snub Mr. Zhu, he will sink him into the Yongding River.