Although the land in the Wendeng area is barren, it is a rare stable place in this situation, and there are salt dings of the inspection department everywhere in the east of Ninghai, and Wendeng is guarded by four sentinels, and everyone is comfortable this year.

After eating, both the victims and ordinary people are accustomed to going out for a walk, or taking a nap, and after a few years of hard work, it is rare to live a good year of stability and prosperity, which can be regarded as comfortable.

I have to say that Dong Youyin's coming to eat is really a charcoal in the fire for Wang Zheng, this kid talks a lot, and with a thick Jiaoliao local accent, he is a good hand to drive the atmosphere, and his dead skin and bad face have become a living treasure.

A few days later, on the first few days of early February, a man who looked like a salt merchant walked into Wang Zheng's house with a long bag, and carefully closed the door.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Dong Youyin, who was stepping on a pair of bull's eyes, looking at him with fierce eyes.

Dong Youyin had just come back from Wang Zheng's meal, and he was full of food and drink to go back to his house to sleep, but he saw such a sneaky person.

Looking up and down, seeing that this person was wearing a long robe and seemed to be a knowledgeable person, Dong Youyin asked sullenly:

"What's the matter if you come in without reporting?"

The salt merchant was already silent when he saw that the other party was tall and strong, and he glanced at the hand on Dong Youyin's waist, and knew that it should be someone from Wendeng Camp.

But he wasn't sure whether this matter should be mentioned to Wang Zheng's subordinates, and he hesitated a little when he held the burden in his hand, and when he saw Dong Youyin's eyes gradually changing, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, at this time, Wang Zheng's voice came out in the room:

"Silver, who is here?"

Dong Youyin sighed, turned around and said, "I don't know, I didn't say anything when I asked him." ”

"Call him in."

At this time, Dong Youyin, who was in front of him, turned sideways and let go, and the salt merchant was also relieved when he entered the house, thinking that Wang Zheng's people were all like this.

As soon as he entered the house, the salt merchant saw an old woman beside Wang Zheng, and he also understood who it was, and he was trembling all over his body at the moment, and he was about to kneel down to say hello, but he was stopped by Yu'er just halfway through his knees.

I saw Wang Zheng holding the old woman's hand, turned around and said lightly: "It turned out to be a friend on the salt road, you don't need to be so restrained during the New Year, just say anything here." ”

"Hey, the small one is the merchant from the left of Jinshan, and he also reported his home in Chenghaixuan that day, and his rough name is Fan Ruohai."

Fan Ruohai didn't dare to hesitate when he spoke, and hurriedly handed over the burden in his hand, and seeing Wang Zheng dismantling, Fan Ruohai explained in a low voice:

"The little friend has crossed the sea to Liaodong a few times, and this is also an accident, thinking that it may be more useful for the adult to take it than to keep the small one, so I immediately sent it over."

As the baggage gradually opened, the instrument inside was revealed-a fire gun, which was actually a fire gun!

This was the first time he came into contact with the real fire gun at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and it came so suddenly that Wang Zheng felt his heart beating violently.

Since it was at home, Wang Liu was also present, Yu'er came over with footwashing water and asked curiously:

"Brother Zheng, what is this, it is long and pointy, and the front looks like a bird's beak."

The smile on Wang Zheng's face was obvious, this was a sharp weapon, Duan Ping Huoji tried it, nodded and said:

"Yu'er observe carefully, this thing should be a bird, but it's a baby."

The general shape of this bird gun is not much different from the devil rifle in the anti-Japanese drama, but the barrel is slightly longer, and the sharp head looks like a bird's beak at a glance.

Fan Ruohai was originally also in a worried mood, this kind of beak gun is actually very common in Liaodong, and the border soldiers in Liaozhen said that this thing does not obey the call, and the power is too small, even the cotton armor can't be pierced, and it is not as good as the bow and arrow of the Tartar.

Wang Zheng actually recognized the bird gun directly, and said that it was a treasure, but Fan Ruohai was a little puzzled at the moment:

"Have you ever seen a bird?"

Glancing at Fan Ruohai, Wang Zheng was thinking about how to tell him that there is a lot of information about this thing in modern times, and it is a big killer weapon against the Manchu cavalry.

didn't answer, Wang Zheng just ordered Dong Youyin, who had just walked in: "Youyin, go and close the door, and then call the two nearest soldiers to come over and look around the hospital, don't let anyone in without me." ”

When Dong Youyin saw Wang Zheng's serious expression, he also realized the importance of this matter, and hurriedly agreed to leave the house.

Seeing a few Wen Dengbing soldiers coming over and closing the courtyard door, Wang Zheng took the bird gun to the courtyard and handed it to Fan Ruohai, who took out a small black bag, took out lead and gunpowder from it, and skillfully filled the bird gun with medicine.

After the bird gun was filled, Fan Ruohai lit the fire rope with a flint, and put the fire rope at the end of the fire gun to ignite the primer in the medicine pool, which was respectfully handed over to Wang Zheng.

Wang Zheng took the bird's gun, his eyes narrowed, and he stood up in the posture he had used to do when he was training in the army, aiming at the earthen wall in the courtyard.

"Bang!"

The distance was less than forty paces, and the target was so big, it was naturally a hit without suspense, but Wang Zheng didn't feel the expected strong recoil, just his shoulders trembled, which was far worse than modern rifles.

At a glance, Wang Zheng frowned when he saw the lead embedded in the earthen wall, the excitement on his face dissipated a lot, and he looked at the bird gun in his hand.

This power is indeed a little too weak, the dignified bird gun, actually hit the earthen wall within forty steps and only penetrated about one-third, not to mention the power that can penetrate the Tartar soldiers in iron armor, and can only scare and scare the bandits and bandits.

So what's the problem?

Fan Chenghai had been paying attention to Wang Zheng's expression, and when he saw that his face was wrong, he immediately said in fear:

"My lord, this thing is really not very obedient, even the soldiers of Liaozhen rarely use it on the battlefield, that is, to shoot a bird on weekdays, or find some craftsmen who can make bows and arrows for adults..."

Wang Zheng measured the length of the bird gun with his arm and interrupted Fan Ruohai's words:

"Are all the birds in Liaozhen so slender?"

"Your Excellency, you don't know, this bird's beak is thin and long to hit far, if the craftsmen are more attentive when making it, it can be thinner and longer."

Looking at the bird gun in his hand, Wang Zheng finally understood what the problem was, in his previous life, he had seen the smoothbore gun in the museum, that thing was powerful, but it was not as thin and long as this bird gun.

"Can you recruit a Liaozhen craftsman who can make birds?"

Fan Ruohai smiled and said: "The craftsmen in Liaodong are detained by the guard, and it is not easy to solicit them privately, it is time-consuming and laborious. ”

Wang Zheng leaned the bird against the wall and nodded.

Fan Ruohai arched his hand and said: "Many of the victims in the Zhuangzi are from Liaodong, and there will be no fewer craftsmen who have fled, this is a profitable business." ”