Chapter 383

Weapons manufacturing is a systematic project, tinkering with firearms, even the most basic front-loading rifles, requires the support of a huge supporting system, gunpowder, projectiles, firearm parts and other supporting facilities, but can not be made by just pulling an iron stove and making a few empty rooms.

Yang Shangjing came to the back mountain of the Taoist temple to observe the progress this time, in fact, not to see how much progress has been made in the manufacturing efficiency and power of gunpowder, but to see if the purity of gunpowder can match the current metallurgical industry.

A few days ago, he asked the workshop to secretly roll a few barrels with wrought iron, and then asked the "old way" here to tinker with some parts - these people who were in charge of tinkering with gunpowder in the Yang family before, not to mention the fine workmanship, it is still no problem to get two shoddy goods.

Anyway, it is necessary to measure the current gunpowder chamber pressure, and then calibrate the gunpowder concentration, and then specialize in the production of gunpowder of this concentration for propellant use.

"Young master, if you go inside, you have to put on armor." A man with a dark face stood in front of Yang Shangjing, with a very respectful attitude, blinking a pair of black and white eyes, and a mouth showing a mouthful of snow-white teeth, if he didn't know that there were no Kunlun slaves in Huangyan County now, Yang Shangjing would definitely mistake him for a friend from Africa.

Obviously, this is a special way of letting the gunpowder smoke it.

Yang Shangjing nodded, took three sets of armor from the shelf next to him, and asked Yang Qin to serve him to put them on, in order to prevent his own precious craftsman who was tinkering with gunpowder from being blown into cripples, and went to patrol the Qianhu Institute to be a teacher with those craftsmen, Yang Shangjing also made a lot of money, and secretly smashed more than 100 sets of large, medium and small armor, and even wrist armor and gloves were smashed out, for fear of hurting a little.

"Why don't I see you wearing a mask?" Yang Shangjing asked in a deep voice while wearing armor.

The man scratched his head and showed a smile: "We see that the masks are all made of silk, and they are all five-layered, too expensive, so we don't even wear them, anyway, they are protected by helmets, and they can't blow us up." ”

"If you don't bring it, you will deduct three months' salary." Yang Shangjing glared.

Production safety can not be ignored, he is not a capitalist in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, not to mention a large number of skilled workers under his hands, there are more unemployed workers all over the world, and it is not distressing to die one or two, but there is still a large amount of wages left, and even the unlucky guy is bankrupt, he now has so many people on hand, and he is distressed when he dies.

After all, science and technology are the primary productive forces.

The latter laughed dryly, nodded, looked at his dark fingers, looked at the nail leaves on his body, and reached out to grab his hair: "Young master, let's change it when the lunch break is over, the nail leaves on this body are too thick to take out." ”

Yang Shangjing nodded with a dark face, put on the armor on his hands, and then grabbed a special helmet, and walked inside with some difficulty: "Let's go, go in and have a look." ”

In order to prevent an unlucky guy from being blinded by the iron piece of the bombing chamber, the helmet that Yang Shangjing is now tinkering with is also specially made, not only with a face armor, but also with a bunch of thin wires to isolate the eyes exposed on the face armor, anyway, it doesn't need any strength, let alone any vision, just block the scattered barrel fragments.

Anyway, he Yang Shangjing, a liberal arts student, doesn't know much, and now he has a workshop and raw materials in his hands, but he tosses it vigorously, and there is no need to worry about this thing at all, so people-oriented is the first priority.

The middle-aged man also walked with difficulty to lead the way in front, and after a short time he entered the inner courtyard, and saw several old men with gray hair tinkering with firearms, and one arm was wrapped in a discolored bandage.

"Where's your armor?" Yang Shangjing felt a wave of anger rise from his heart.

A few lightly armed old men were shocked, turned around, and smiled innocently: "The young master is here, we are working on the medicine bag here, and a few of the barrels made before have not exploded, we are thinking about how many times we can use it." ”

Yang Shangjing strode forward, and his right hand, which was still wearing hand armor, directly grabbed the bandaged old man: "I asked you to wear plate armor to work, why didn't you listen?!" ”

The old man said "eh", almost didn't fall down, and made a bitter face: "The young master's kindness, we have it in our hearts, but when we go to work, we wear too thick, and it is inconvenient to do things at all, we old bones are all acute ......"

The old man had a bitter face, and the more he talked, the more excessive: "What's more, when I made gunpowder at home in the early years, where was there any protection, didn't everyone survive like this?" Dressed like an iron pimple, this is not what the grandfather does, if you go home, you must not be poked in the back and scolded......"

Damn, is this hellish problem of military logistics passed down at this time? Isn't Tineema disgusting? Logistics support, what was sent to you is for you to use well, why are you putting it aside for you to do? After more than 500 years, I am afraid of being ridiculed for going into the security check without gloves or armor, and I can sell it to military lovers.

But Nima Laozi sent you all plate armor, plate armor! The concept of this is better than the crime of pouring guns and bullets out more than 500 years later, who can you sell it to?

"There are only a few of you who can do the work under the hands of this official, but the result is that one race is not worrying." Yang Shangjing's teeth were crushed, and he pulled the old man he grabbed out of his hand, "Yang Qin, take Lao Xu to see Langzhong, and rinse and disinfect the wound with spirits repeatedly!" ”

This craftsman named Lao Xu struggled again and again: "Young master, it's not necessary, this little injury ......"

Little injury fart, your wound is so virtuous, there are so many kinds of dust and bacteria here, in case of infection, let alone penicillin, I can't even find sulfonamides, you just wait to die.

So Yang Shangjing glared at him: "If you resign, you won't have to receive your salary in the future, you will always be cheap, and you will have to do much money!" ”

The craftsmen are good at this point, and in fact, when it comes to wages, they immediately coax, and the remaining two old men nod their heads and promise that they will definitely dress up before going to work in the future.

"Alas......" Yang Shangjing looked at the two old men who went out to wear protective gear, and couldn't help sighing, developing people's wisdom, it is really a long way to go.