"What other good things do you have to sell besides horses?"

Xu Shisong smiled and glanced at the last row of Xu Shiyang's team, where there were five men with dejected heads and gray faces.

These five men did not grow their hair, and only had a short layer of stubble on their heads, as if they had just returned to the vulgar monks. It can be seen that the physical fitness is good—at least it used to be good, but now it is tortured and weak, and it looks like it may die at any time.

Each of them carried a few pieces of cloth, and was pressed by the fifteen men with knives and sticks, and knelt honestly on the side of the road, without saying a word.

"Are you going to sell someone?"

The Great Zhou Dynasty forbade human trafficking, but now that the Great Zhou Law could no longer control the area north of the Yangtze River, it had degraded to the point where it only had to obey the law of the jungle.

"If the eldest brother wants, it's okay to sell these to you, but they are no longer what they look like now, and they probably won't be able to do any heavy work." Xu Shiyang smiled and said, "I came this time, mainly to sell the little silk I got last time." ”

Xu Shisong's question was meant to be a joke, he knew what the third child in front of him did after the autumn harvest, to be honest, he admired it.

With 150 militiamen 20 miles out of the dock fort, fight a field battle with a Tartar of Mok!

If it weren't for the facts, Xu Shisong would never have believed that this kind of thing could really happen.

That's an invincible Jurchen Tartar! In the face of them, it would be a big victory to be able to hold the dock fort, let alone fight in the field!

Xu Shisong prides himself on being brave, and when dealing with bandits and outcasts, he has always been the main battle faction of the Xu family, but if he thinks about it, he will definitely not dare to take the initiative to attack the Tartars.

And Xu Shiyang not only did this, but also won the battle! Not to mention the seizures, 15 captives were captured!

What's even more exaggerated is that his fifteen tun casualties are much smaller than those of the Tartars!

When did this tartar go so unbeaten?

Of course, it's not that the Tartars have become weaker, just the third brother killed this Mouke, and before he broke through the dock fort belonging to several big families in the west, in terms of people, wealth and the thickness of the dock fort wall, those families are not weaker than the Xu family.

However, they were all breached by the same gang of Tartars.

In other words, Tartar is still as strong as before, but the third brother of his family is stronger than Tartar!

This can be confirmed by the fact that Xu Shiyang didn't care about those Tartar captives at all - it is said that 21 prisoners were actually captured at that time, and after returning to Wubao, Xu Shiyang killed 6 on the spot!

Xu Shisong didn't dare to fight with the Tartars like his third brother for the time being, but he really wanted to buy a few Jurchen prisoners.

Although in a short period of time, they were tossed by Xu Shiyang as honest as little lambs, but after all, they are tartars, they are kept by their side and raised for a few days, and they are still very strong warriors, and they must be very useful to use to deal with bandits and outcasts!

Listening to Xu Shiyang's tone, there seems to be a door to this matter?

So, Xu Shisong suddenly had new expectations, and he said tentatively: "The third brother said that he laughed, the Tartars are the best soldiers, if you give it to me, I am not willing to waste it like the third brother." ”

"Big brother, that's not right." Xu Shiyang shook his head slightly: "The best soldiers in the world are us Han people, but many times, we don't use these good soldiers." ”

Xu Shisong smiled and did not continue the topic, he did not plan to quarrel with the third brother over such a trivial matter.

"Third brother, if you don't want it, how about selling me three stones of grain for one person?"

Xu Shiyang shook his head.

"Five stones!" Xu Shisong took the initiative to increase the weight.

Xu Shiyang still shook his head: "I don't want food." ”

"What does the third brother want?"

"People."

"Didn't you save a lot of people from the Tartars?" Xu Shisong asked strangely: "There is still a shortage of people?" ”

"Population is never enough." Xu Shiyang said with a smile: "But what I want this time is a craftsman, any craftsman, of course, it is best to be a blacksmith." ”

"Artisans ......."

Speaking of this, Xu Shisong hesitated.

Craftsmen are all skilled people everywhere, especially blacksmiths, and in today's Jiangbei, the number of qualified blacksmiths is probably not as large as the number of Wubao owners.

Blacksmith or good soldier, who is more valuable, is really worth considering.

"If the eldest brother is reluctant, I have another plan here."

Xu Shiyang could understand his brother's hesitation, if he were to do this kind of multiple-choice question by himself, he would definitely not choose any bullshit Tartar soldiers, but Xu Shisong, or other Dock Fort Lords, might be more inclined to a few Tartars who were loyal to him.

It's just that these Tartars have little loyalty to the Han castle master, which is a shortcoming that people have to think about carefully.

Therefore, Xu Shiyang gave another choice at the beginning: according to his standards, he ordered from other castle owners of the Xu family, and the craftsman himself was still attached to the original castle owner, but he needed to take out their time and raw materials to help Xu Shiyang produce the weapons he urgently needed.

The technology of the musket is not complicated, in essence, it is a bamboo iron pipe, the tail hammer (that is, the place where the bracket is inserted), the length ratio of the firing chamber to the chamber is 1:2:3, which is 50 mm, 100 mm and 150 mm respectively, in order to ensure the power, the caliber is more than 17 mm, and the barrel thickness is 8 mm.

In previous lives, a musket of this class could easily penetrate 20 mm steel plates (with a charge of 4.5 grams of black powder) at a distance of 2 meters.

Of course, Xu Shiyang's gunpowder cannot be compared with modern black powder, and the power will inevitably be much weaker, but if the caliber and charge are guaranteed, there is no problem in penetrating the Tartar armor within 10 meters.

Another advantage is that the production of the barrel of the fire door gun, which is the most headache for Xu Shiyang, can be passed on to others, and he is only responsible for receiving the goods.

Even, in terms of technology, as long as the "imported" product can ensure the basic value, a little error in other aspects is acceptable.

Xu Shiyang's bottom line in his heart is: The thickness of the barrel must be guaranteed, only thick and not thin, otherwise it will be funny if it explodes.

The caliber can be relaxed to 15 to 20 mm, and even larger, as long as it is not too small. The other values are the same, after all, now, the fifteenth tun is in a state of human equipment, and he can even equip each musket with suitable ammunition.

"It looks like ......, third brother, you just want to buy some iron pipes?" Xu Shisong took the drawings given by Xu Shiyang (there was only one) and asked a little inexplicably.

"Yes, just don't get through, this position leaves me a partition." Xu Shiyang pointed at the design drawing, and then said: "A Tartar soldier for 5 such iron pipes, I can give you people first, and then you slowly return me." ”

"4." Xu Shisong didn't know what this thing was for, but it didn't prevent him from bargaining.

"Okay, I still have 15 Tartars in my hand, 4 barrels each." Xu Shiyang said with a smile: "This matter is the same for all brothers and uncles, see who still wants it, come to me directly." ”

"So this thing is called a gun barrel." Xu Shisong smiled, a little unimpressed.

4 iron pipes, about the amount of iron used for two large knives? It seems like a good deal.