Chapter 13 Plans for the Musket

After the county leader Zheng Jimin and others were beheaded by Du Sheng by thunder, Ninghai County immediately filled with a strange atmosphere.

Those well-informed local heroes are all cautious.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the conflict between the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion and the imperial court will break out sooner or later.

Even the county lord of the Qin king's royal pen was punished by the nine clans, and the news will inevitably lead to a great earthquake in the Qin country.

In the Huang family's mansion, which covers an extremely wide area in the east of the city, the sixth master of the Huang family, who was in charge of Ninghai's business, sat in the first place with an ugly face, and looked at his subordinates with a gloomy face.

"Are you dumb? Aren't you all very talkative? Even Zheng Jimin was killed by the Du family's child, who will be next? ”

Huang Ping suddenly roared loudly.

The death of Zheng Jimin and his party gave him a great shock.

In his mind, without Du Huaiyu, the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion is just a plate of dishes on the table, and he can eat it whenever he wants.

With his old man's status in the court, coupled with the Huang family's power in Lingnan County, after getting rid of the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion, the benefits of Ninghai County will be at least 30% for the Huang family.

Once this major event is completed, his status in the family will inevitably rise to several higher levels.

But in the blink of an eye, things were completely beyond his expectations. Huang Ping never dreamed that the little marquis of straw bags in the eyes of the world would dare to do such a thing as respecting the nine clans of Zhuxian County.

"Sixth master, the meaning of the court is already very clear, if anyone destroys the Du family, the king will definitely be happy! In the villain's opinion, he simply didn't do anything, and directly sent people to destroy the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion. ”

There was a moment of silence in the hall before a middle-aged man with a goatee took the lead in proposing.

"Destroy the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion? What do you want to destroy, do you use the eight-room concubine in your house to destroy it? I really thought that the Du family's two thousand Dragon Flame Army couldn't be put on display! ”

Huang Ping slapped the table violently, spitting and scolding loudly.

Goatee shrank his neck in fright, and didn't dare to speak anymore.

"If the hard one doesn't work, let's come to the soft one, and send the dead to infiltrate the Hou Mansion at night......"

In addition, someone stood up and made a proposal to measure the test, and at the end of the day, he made a motion to wipe his neck.

"I heard that last night, that kid from the Du family transferred three hundred elites from the Dragon Flame Army outside the city into the city, and he was stationed in the Hou Mansion. To carry out the assassination under the escort of the Three Hundred Dragon Flame Army, you tell me how many people I should send? ”

"Three hundred? Five hundred? Or a thousand! ”

Huang Ping stared at the steward who stood up with idiot eyes, his teeth gurgling.

"This ...... That little bastard was too cunning. ”

The steward smiled wryly, and sat back a little.

Next, a few more people put forward different suggestions, but they were all rejected by Huang Ping.

The more Huang Liuye said it, the more irritable he felt in his heart.

The fact that he secretly sent people to intercept and kill the city guards yesterday morning has always been haunting him. If you have the heart to track it down, it won't be long before you can find out about the Huang family.

At that time, once Du Sheng treats Zheng Jimin with the same means as he treats him, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"No! Ninghai can't stay for the time being, and the best way at the moment is to return to the county town first, and then come back to reap the benefits after the imperial court has completely taken action against the Zhenguo Marquis' Mansion! ”

Huang Ping frowned and quickly made a decision in his heart, in his opinion, the imperial court would inevitably take the opportunity to make trouble this time and completely eradicate the roots of the Marquis of Zhenguo.

Neither Huang Ping nor the stewards in the hall noticed that one of the maidservants who made tea for them found an opportunity to pass on the content of their conversation to a Qinglongwei in the blink of an eye.

When Du Sheng asked Li Mu to pay close attention to the Huang family's every move last night, this guy led people to investigate all the subordinates of the Huang family overnight, looking for and excavating all those who had the opportunity to develop into eyeliner.

After screening out suitable objects, Li Mu coerced and lured unscrupulously and secretly controlled two maids and a Xiao Si.

The maidservant girl who made tea for Huang Ping today happened to be one of the eyeliners secretly controlled by Qinglongwei.

Du Sheng didn't know Huang Liuye's plans for the time being, and after watching Zheng Jimin and others be beheaded, he personally visited several famous old blacksmiths in the city under the leadership of Fu Bo.

The actual ruler of Ninghai County, the Marquis of Yipin Town, personally came to the door to invite him, and most of those blacksmiths burst into tears of excitement. Without thinking about it, he immediately packed up his things and went back to the Hou Mansion with him.

Even if a few people didn't want to, they didn't dare to be disobedient, and under the cold gaze of Qinglongwei, who was wearing a flying fish suit, he had no choice but to pack up his things and be invited back to the Hou Mansion.

When the seven best blacksmiths in the city were invited back to the Hou Mansion, everything that Du Sheng had ordered in advance was also ready.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you are all the best blacksmiths in Ninghai County. Ben Hou invited you here today to ask you to create a gadget for Ben Hou. ”

Du Sheng stood in front of these old blacksmiths and put his posture very low.

Every craftsman with real skills deserves to be respected.

Whether he can survive the current life-and-death hurdle depends on the ten old blacksmiths in front of him.

"Dare to ask what object does Master Hou want Xiao Lao'er and others to create?"

A small old man who was not tall, with calluses on his hands and a thin body, asked with some curiosity.

Du Sheng recognized the little old man's surname as Lu, and everyone he knew called him Lu Blacksmith.

This person is the recognized number one blacksmith master in Ninghai County. It is said that he spent some time in the Foundry Division when he was young, and was later demoted back to Ninghai for unknown reasons.

Du Sheng learned from the secret investigation that the origin of the blacksmith Lu was not simple. His ancestors had made a living by striking iron for generations, and his grandfather was once the chief foundry supervisor of the Wu Dynasty.

Legend has it that the sword of the fallen king of the Wu Dynasty was forged by the grandfather of the blacksmith Lu.

"Master Lu, this is the object that Ben Hou wants to create."

Du Sheng respectfully took out the design of the musket in his arms and handed it over.

Blacksmith Lu raised his eyes and subconsciously exclaimed, "What a delicate design!" ”

"It is called a musket, and it consists of a barrel about three feet long, a trigger, a firing pin, and a butt. After the bullet is filled, you only need to gently pull the trigger on the enemy or prey, and the bullet will shoot out instantly, killing the enemy invisibly! ”

Du Sheng pointed to the design drawings and explained the structure, parts and working principle of the fire gun little by little. Try to express what you want to say in the most understandable language.

It is not accurate to use a musket to describe the gun he wants to build, Du Sheng actually built a backyard shotgun.

The front gun is too weak in terms of ignition, firing distance, rate of fire, and power.

Especially the arquebus, which made him really powerless to complain.

Du Sheng once served in a naval unit, and when he first came into contact with the double-barreled shotgun that the company commander had quietly collected, he fell in love with this weapon with a very violent beauty.

For this reason, he also studied all the techniques and principles of making shotguns. Not only that, he once built a double-barreled shotgun by hand, and even the bullets were filed with a file one by one.

The casting process in this world is relatively developed, and in Du Sheng's view, as long as the craftsman's skills are exquisite enough, coupled with good steel, he will be on the side to guide him.

Building the simplest shotgun shouldn't be a problem.

With Du Sheng's explanation, Lu Blacksmith's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he kept asking one question after another while holding Du Sheng's design drawings like a treasure.

Several other old blacksmiths also quickly surrounded them, all of them breathing quickly and excitedly.

As Du Sheng took the trouble to answer one question after another from Blacksmith Lu, others also put forward their own questions and opinions.

Du Sheng did not refuse to come, and patiently answered the doubts of these senior blacksmiths.

The ancestor of the blacksmith Lu is worthy of being the master of the foundry who once forged a sword for the emperor of the Wu Dynasty, and every question he asked was on the point, if it weren't for Du Sheng's own shotgun, I am afraid that he would not be able to answer his questions.

"Incredible! It's incredible! I didn't expect there to be such an ingenious thing in this world! Master Hou, can you tell Xiao Lao'er which master designed this musket? If I could ask that master for advice in person, my life would not be in vain! ”

After discussing with Du Sheng for nearly two hours, the little old man admired the design of the musket.

"Yes, yes, we want to meet this master too."

"That's right, such an ingenious thing, I'm afraid only the legendary Divine Craftsman Ancestor can create it."

The rest of the people also looked at Du Sheng with a blank eye, wondering who designed the musket.

"This ...... Ben Hou also doesn't know who designed it. About seven or eight days ago, Ben Hou had a dream in which a dragon spat out words and told me how to forge a musket. Let Ben Hou use this thing to protect the peace of one party and keep one side safe. When Ben Hou woke up from the dream, he had this design in his mind. ”

Du Sheng opened his mouth and made up a very mythical nonsense, and the faces of these old blacksmiths changed at the same time, and they bowed down to the design in his hand.

"Lord Shenlong has finally appeared!"

"Thank you, Lord Shenlong, for your blessing!"

"Thank you, Lord Shenlong, for protecting me in Ninghai County."

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Except for Du Sheng, everyone at the scene kowtowed and bowed religiously, and their old faces were excited like blooming chrysanthemums.

Du Sheng didn't expect that the nonsense made up casually would cause such consequences, and he was embarrassed for a while.

The most important thing is that he is really worried that Blacksmith Lu, the oldest old man, will accidentally pull it over because he is too excited.

If that were the case, Du Sheng would probably vomit more than three liters of blood in depression.