Maybe I drank too much wine at the banquet yesterday and my head was groggy all the time.

He Chong assembled the first bullet according to the structure I talked about earlier, and from a certain point of view, this is the first bullet in the world.

Since there was no gun, I thought of a simple way to test the bullet, which was to clamp it into the port of a cast iron pipe, and then fix the iron pipe so that it became a simulated barrel, and make a section of the long iron bar thinner, as thin as a hammer, and then hit the other end of the iron bar to fire.

Li Hammer volunteered to be the operator, and everyone else hid far away, only Brother calmly witnessed him opening a new chapter in human science and technology.

After a loud "bang", the iron pipe was blown apart.

"Mr. Zhang, your arm is bleeding."

I looked down and saw that the blood red was permeating the wide cuffs, and then I felt the pain in my heart, and my wine was completely awake.

The cast iron was even worse than expected, and it could not withstand the impact of a bullet explosion at all. Luckily, the scrap of iron only hit me in the arm, and if it had hit me in the head or chest, I would have hung up.

It seems that pretending to be forced regardless of the occasion is really dangerous!

Zhang Tong wrapped the wound with a strip of cloth, but the bleeding still did not completely stop. At this time, He Chong poured some wine on it, saying that it could not only stop bleeding but also disinfect.

I finally felt the pain of my skin, and I wondered if the old man was looking at me unpleasantly.

After inspecting my injuries, the prince instructed Lord Qian to invite the best Langzhong, and let me stay in the palace to recuperate with peace of mind.

Wu Debiao is not all nonsense, she is really called Ying'er. This is what she told me when she was feeding the medicine.

The prince may have understood who "she" I was talking about that day, so he specially arranged for Ying'er to serve me.

Who is the "she" that the prince said would not hesitate to punish the ten clans?

"Ouch! Ouch! It hurts, it hurts! ”

"Sir, ninja point! Changing dressings is a bit painful. ”

"Don't call me sir, call me viagra!"

"The prince is the prince, and the gentleman is the gentleman, the rules can't be messed up, and the title can't be messed up, otherwise Lord Qian will be to blame."

Ying'er applied ointment to my wound, as detailed as embroidering a lily. If every nurse were so attentive, there would be a lot less unnecessary pain in the world.

I looked at her delicate and thin face, like a clear stream, rippling in my heart.

She is just a maid who serves people, humble and lowly, and may be given to the prefect of Wu or some other prefect in the future.

I'm just a beggar on the street called Hanako, lowly and humble, and I may starve to death on the side of the road at any time in the future.

Love! How could I suddenly think of love? What a terrible thing.

When I was distracted, Ying'er had already wrapped up the wound.

"Ying'er, wait a minute......"

"Sir, do you have any more orders?"

I don't know why, so I subconsciously stopped her, so I had to make up a topic first.

"Ying'er, you've been in the palace for a long time, haven't you?"

"It's been more than ten years, and I've been ...... at a very young age What is the gentleman going to ask? ”

"Are the prince and the princess in love? How I feel that they don't have a good relationship. ”

"The master's affairs, the subordinates don't dare to talk nonsense, if there is nothing else, I will go out first."

This little girl is still talking in one set, she really has been around for a long time, and the little demon can become a Buddha. It seems that if you don't come up with a bit of a domineering president's posture, you really can't be suppressed.

"Stop, how did the prince explain to you?"

"The prince asked me to serve Mr. well."

"Okay, sir, my leg is a little sore now, come and give me a massage."

"Massage?"

"It's just beating your legs."

Ying'er obediently came over and thumped my legs. The feeling of a domineering beggar is cool! It's no wonder that the dicks are obscene all day long to be domineering presidents.

After more than ten years of submissiveness, she seems to have already become numb, and only the skill of beating her legs and her unsmiling expression remain.

Youth is not supposed to be like this, and like all maidens, she also has the power to be shy and fantasizing, to have a crush in the sun and the spring breeze, and to accept confessions by the moonlight and flower petals.

She shouldn't be like this, and neither should I.

"You pound your legs, the more you beat it, the more tired you get, come! Brother will show you how. ”

"Sir, this is unacceptable."

"Sit still and don't move, where is so much nonsense."

After rubbing it for a while, her stiff neck loosened, and I then massaged her arms and legs. At first, she was a little dodgy, but soon she began to enjoy it, because her brother's technique was absolutely professional.

For a while, tired of driving an excavator, I went as a massage apprentice for three months. Of course, I'm not going to tell anyone about that.

Pressing, Ying'er "giggled" and laughed, it seemed that she was a little afraid of itching.

"Do you feel comfortable? This is called professional massage. ”

She turned her neck back and forth, left and right, and said, "It's so comfortable, it feels like a new neck has grown." ”

"In the future, if you are tired, just come to me."

She laughed happily, like a blooming jasmine flower. I seem to have seen this kind of smile, when I was in junior high school, the girl sitting in front of me, her name is no longer remembered.

"Sir, you are really interesting, it is good that all the masters of the world are like you."

"I'm not a master, I'm just a little beggar. In a few hundred years, you will understand that everyone is the same, and you don't need to serve anyone unless you love him very much. ”

Ying'er asked me suspiciously but happily, "Will the world really be so beautiful in a few hundred years?" ”

"It's not all that beautiful, but you are such a beautiful girl that many people must like, as long as you don't dislike him for not having a car or a house."

"But in a few hundred years, I'll be dead and won't be able to see those good things."

Ying'er's face was a little lost.

Under her careful care, my injuries healed surprisingly quickly, and it didn't take long for me to feel less pain.

During the time I was recuperating from my injuries, Zhang Tong and Li Hammer had been trying to improve the strength of the barrel, but it had no effect.

Modern barrels are not made of cast iron, but by wrought iron drilling techniques. It was completely unthinkable for a craft blacksmith, but they decided to give it a try anyway.

Zhang Tong and Li Hammer used a primitive method to heat and roll up the forged iron plate to make a barrel. Not to mention, it's really a bit like that, the barrel made by repeated heating and forging has indeed increased its strength. The only problem was that the barrel was not round enough, and the inner wall was not smooth.

Given the lessons of the last blood, I can't trust these knockoffs anymore. After much deliberation, it was decided to go with a bronze barrel, which was important, but at least safer.