Although he didn't know Liu Huayun, his famous name Jing Yu had also heard of it, and he was so close to Yang Wenfeng, and he acted so unscrupulously, there should be no second person in the entire capital.

Knowing that he was deeply valued by the emperor and the crown prince, Jing Yu, who had no use in participating in him, was inferior in speech, so it was reasonable for him to leave angrily.

As for the participation in his mouth, whether it is useful or not, Jing Yu knows better than anyone else in his heart.

"Your Highness, let's keep up!"

I wanted to watch the lively Tokugawa Ichiro next to him, after listening to Jing Yu call out the name that he hated to the bone and was temporarily powerless;

hurriedly greeted Renhao Palace, and then, the team quickly followed the small sedan chair and went to the capital without embarrassment.

"Brother Liu, you are so powerful, the Guozi priest wine was dumbfounded by you, and the Dongying people left even more gloomy......"

Dafeng's social ethos was one of emphasizing literature over military force, as can be seen from the fact that the Chinese courtiers of the dynasty were able to form interest groups to compete with Emperor He Yu;

Today, Liu Huayun questioned Jing Yu in front of the Dongying Mission, and even belittled Tokugawa Ichiro and others, Yang Wenfeng, who was the son of Yang Yunzhao, the general who protected the country, couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

"Wen Feng, don't mention those people who are disappointing, come, you try the power of this musket, yes, just lift it like the eldest brother did before, just look ahead and pull here......"

Feng Yunyun waved his hand lightly, and Liu Huayun handed the musket that had been reloaded with ammunition to Yang Wenfeng, but he was secretly scolding in his heart:

"I'm here, it's this guy surnamed Jing who wants to match, my sorry baby and Lin Feng's kid......

Mo said that his performance today made me disdainful, so he rushed to his rival who wanted to help my brother and pry my corner, and left to count this guy's acquaintance, otherwise he would be disgraced. ”

When he heard Jing Yu report to his home, Liu Huayun remembered the calligraphy and painting that Lin Feng wanted to give to Liu Ruoxi in public on Old Man Liu's birthday, and he was very unhappy in his heart, so he used the topic to play a role.

Hearing what the eldest brother said, Yang Wenfeng was no longer entangled in this, smiled faintly, took the musket and began to look for the target.

Touch~~~, a moment later, a wisp of green smoke rose from the musket in the little guy's hand, and the big tree dozens of steps away trembled.

"Brother Liu, this musket is really powerful, if it can be equipped for my father's army, I will definitely be able to fight those Mongolian Tatars who will flee from the wind......"

Looking at the fallen leaves of the big trees in the distance, the charred and bare trunks where the bullets exploded, and the few small transparent holes on them, Yang Wenfeng happily stroked the smooth wooden seat of the musket, and said with a wistful face.

"Don't worry, Wen Feng, there will be such a day, Brother Ye, when will the musket be mass-produced?"

Smiling, Liu Huayun patted Yang Wenfeng on the shoulder, asked everyone to lift the cannon onto the cart, and looked at Ye Xunxi beside him while turning around the Shenji Battalion.

"That's the case, Brother Liu, the improvement of artillery and muskets requires a lot of steel and gunpowder;

If the artillery improvement plan you are talking about is successful, and there is a continuous supply of materials, our craftsmen in the Shenji Battalion will be able to build at least dozens of cannons and hundreds of muskets in a month. ”

Ye Xunxi said it very tactfully, in fact, the meaning of his words is not that there is a lack of corresponding funds;

The musket is directly managed by the crown prince He Jin, and if you want to build it in large quantities, you must continuously invest money and materials.

Hundreds of muskets a month, but also equipped with corresponding guns and ammunition, a year is only thousands, want to replace the repeater, become the standard weapon of the Dafeng army, this is far from enough.

"Brother Ye, how many people are there in your Divine Machine Battalion?"

Liu Huayun frowned and thought for a while, then opened his mouth and continued to ask.

"The Shenji Battalion is directly under the royal family, and there are more than 9,000 people in total, including the training of various armies and the craftsmen who build repeaters......

"If everyone builds muskets, how many ...... can be produced in a month?"

"It should not be less than three thousand, it's just Brother Liu, can the emperor and his old man agree?"

"This shouldn't be a problem, I'll talk to the old man when I go back, but I don't know how much a musket is equipped with corresponding ammunition according to the current price?"

"This, I don't know the specific number, it will take about thirty taels ......"

While the two were talking, everyone had returned to the Shenji Camp.

Thirty taels, twenty thousand muskets are worth six hundred thousand taels, which is not too expensive;

If there is enough time for a year to build, thirty or forty thousand muskets into battle, and a few hundred new cannons, can easily deter any invading enemy;

As long as there is enough time to recuperate, let yourself improve the grain and wheat, and prosper the commerce of various places, it is not impossible to build an invincible army in the future and sweep the surrounding countries.

However, I can't make my own decisions about this matter, I still have to consult with Brother He Jin, fortunately, I got so many silver taels today, and it shouldn't be a problem to let the old man allocate hundreds of thousands of taels;

No matter how bad it is, in order to equip me with 30,000 Zhejiang garrisons in order to build an invincible fleet and drive away the Dutch occupying Taiwan, Lao Tzu will go to several places in Jiangsu and Zhejiang to force donations.

"Brother Ye, have the drawings been drawn? The problem of artillery should be these......

Oh yes, Brother Ye, if you have time, make me a few short firearms, get more ammunition to use, and notify me when you're ready, Wen Feng and I will leave first. ”

Liu Huayun, who was thinking about finding He Jin tomorrow and persuading him to make a musket with all his might, stayed in the Shenji camp for more than half an hour, took out hundreds of taels of silver tickets from his arms, and handed them to Ye Xunxi in front of him.

For Liu Ruolian, Dong Xiaowan, Liu Ruoxi, Lei Tingting, Liu Qingfu, Meng Yushi and other relatives and lovers who don't know martial arts, creating a few firecrackers for self-defense is the ultimate purpose of Liu Huayun's here.

Of course, without his relationship with Ye Xunxi, the only one who can build a fire gun, and the crown prince He Jin, no matter how much gold, silver and jewelry he takes, he can't think of getting this absolutely awesome self-defense weapon.

"Brother Liu, there are still many materials in the camp, which are enough to make a fire gun for you, how can my brother ask for your silver ......?"

"Alas, Brother Ye, if you say that, you will see the outside, brother, I am here for your younger brothers and sisters to use for self-defense, it belongs to their own private use, these silver taels are counted as the hard work for everyone."

After stuffing the silver taels to Ye Xunxi, who refused to collect them, Liu Huayun and Yang Wenfeng left the Shenji Camp and went back to the Shilang Mansion.

"Sugar gourd~~~"

"Come and see, come and see....."

"This gentleman, you are eye-catching, I have a plaster that has been passed down from my ancestors for three generations, specializing in treating bruises and bruises......"

After tossing back and forth, when he returned to the Shenji Camp before, he and Ye Xunxi carefully discussed the improvement plan for the new type of artillery for a long time, and when the two of them walked to the Shilang Mansion, there were still about three miles to go;

The sun above the head has set in the west, the bustling capital is full of people, and the juggling and selling on both sides of the street are endless.

"Big brother, look at the group of people in front of you, are they also foreign missions?"

Just when Liu Huayun looked at the lively scene in front of him, he recalled that he and Liu Yuehu and Jiang Sisi were two little ghosts, visiting the West Lake Lingyin Temple Fair, and Jiang Sisi was touched by being taken away when he was leaving to pursue him;

Yang Wenfeng pushed him, pointed to the team in front of him and spoke.

"Oh, this should be the Goryeo mission."

Glancing up, Li Chengzan and his party, who were following behind a sedan chair and walking towards him, Liu Huayun smiled coquettishly and retreated to the crowd next to him with Yang Wenfeng.

The one who welcomed the Goryeo delegation to Beijing was Fan Jian, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites;

The reason why Li Chengzan, the prince of Goryeo, has such an honor is because of the friendly relationship between Goryeo and Dafeng for generations, and in the years when Taizu was alive, he paid tribute to beauties or something.

"This son is with Yang Wenfeng, is he the Liu ...... who caught the little prince He Yunchu, the little prince, and caused a series of disasters?"

Although Liu Huayun consciously got out of the way, the official uniform he was wearing was still quite eye-catching, and when he passed by him, Fan Jian in the sedan couldn't help but snort coldly, his face was full of disgust.