Chapter 187: Press

Lu Wende also followed Li Xiang's father and son to Shaoxi Mansion, and this time he also wanted to go to the Sichuan Capital Courtyard to see how Li Xiang made this dilapidated Metropolitan Courtyard up. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Along the way, Li Xiang also briefly introduced his ideas, that is, to implement a new system in the capital, such as the reorganization of craftsmen, standardized manufacturing, of course, those machines that need to be printed, Li Xiang did not tell Lu Wende, that is his own secret weapon.

Lu Wende came to the long-abandoned capital again, but saw that it was now a new place, although it had not yet started large-scale weapons production, but the foundation was good.

Now, Lu Wende has been waiting for Sichuan's self-made artillery to equip the Song army! After all, the number of artillery sent by Lin'an is not large, and all places are waiting to ask for it, so it is good to get it, and it is the most reliable to be able to manufacture it in Sichuan Prefecture.

Of course, now Lu Wende also agreed, promising to provide sufficient funds for the Tosakuin, and recruit more craftsmen to manufacture artillery in large quantities to prepare for future wars.

Lu Wende stayed for two days and left, after all, he, the deputy envoy of the Sichuan system, also has a lot of official duties, especially at this time.

Li Xiang named the new factory building of the Metropolitan Artillery Factory, which was divided into three factories, an ammunition workshop for making gunpowder and shells, an artillery processing workshop with lathes and heat treatment equipment, and an artillery assembly workshop.

Under each workshop, according to the nature of the process, it is divided into different "work", such as turning, casting, grinding, etc.

Under "work", it is also divided into "groups" that make different workpieces, which is the most basic manufacturing unit in the workshop.

In the process of making artillery, craftsmen are assigned to different workshops, workshops, and groups according to their personal strengths and skills.

Originally, these craftsmen thought that they were all done, but after working for a while, this situation gradually changed, and after moving into the factory, everyone was assigned to different positions.

Although they had to work every day, it was not very hard, and they were even more surprised to receive a corresponding salary, which was much more generous than what most craftsmen usually earned, which surprised each of them.

As for the way of working in the workshop, they did not dare to imagine in the past, as long as each person according to the drawings, according to the requirements of the processing of a part, and finally unified assembly into the whole piece, after a few days of adjustment, the success rate of a assembly actually reached more than eighty percent.

In addition, those new equipment, they are all seeing it for the first time, but it is much better than the original manual method, both worry-free and labor-saving, and heard that this kind of artillery is the most powerful weapon in the Great Song Dynasty, they are so excited that they don't know what to say, to be able to make such an advanced weapon for the Great Song Dynasty, every craftsman is very happy.

After being busy for a while, Li Xiangcai finally arranged the affairs of the Duzuoyuan, of course, in order to make artillery, he even printed a generator, using the kind of natural gas found when Shaoxi Mansion drilled salt wells to generate electricity, for the use of the Duzuoyuan.

Of course, all the people didn't know that this generator existed, they just wondered how those machines could spin automatically, just press the switch, and of course they couldn't figure it out, it was because of the electricity.

When I got home in the evening, I saw Yuya's Yahuan Xiaoyu grinding ink on the side, Yuya held a brush in her hand and gestured on the paper, and when she saw Li Xiang coming in, she raised her pretty face and smiled sweetly: "Li Lang, you're back, I cooked fish soup, you can eat some!" ā€

"I've eaten it in the evening, why don't you keep this soup for me as a supper!" Li Xiang touched her stomach and walked over to stand behind Yuya, now she used her printed pen to draw some delicate flowers on the paper.

Yuya hurriedly opened her hands and wanted to cover them, and said hurriedly: "Li Lang, sister scribbled." ā€

Li Xiang grabbed Yuya's little hand and chuckled: "Painting it is for people to see, I didn't expect our Yuya to have the talent to draw with a pen!" Come, let me see how the painting goes. ā€

The tip of Yuya's heart seemed to have been hit by a hammer, and it actually beat faster, with a hint of shame on her face, she lowered her head and gently pulled out her hands, hid them under her body and twisted them together, a little overwhelmed.

Li Xiang didn't notice Yuya's strange performance, reached out and picked up the white paper on the table, and saw that the paper was painted with a pattern of acacia flowers, arranged in a staggered manner: "Hehe, it's amazing, it's still a pattern design!" ā€

"What, people paint casually," Yuya lowered her head and whispered, a little afraid to look at Li Xiang.

Li Xiang thought Yuya was shy, and reached out and patted her shoulder: "It's so good to draw casually, if you get serious, wouldn't it be even worse?" ā€

Yuya seemed to be very unaccustomed to Li Xiang's jokes, and twisted her body uneasily, wanting to get up, but Li Xiang stretched out her hand and held it down: "Yuya, this one you painted, if it is woven into silk or cloth, it must be very beautiful." ā€

"Really?" Yuya raised her head happily, blinked her cute crescent eyes, and quickly flashed away.

"Of course it's true," Li Xiang nodded seriously.

Li Xiang's heart moved, and he picked up the fountain pen from the table: "Yuya, seeing that this fountain pen is not, do you think it is more convenient and easy to use than a brush?" ā€

Yuya nodded, and quickly shook her head, and the two small crescents glanced at Li Xiang quickly: "It's much more convenient, but it's still not as easy to use as a brush when it is used for painting and writing, and the words written don't have much sense of calligraphy and painting." ā€

"You can't say that, anything, the inside is important, the outside is equally important, it's like cooking should also pay attention to the color and flavor, not just the deliciousness," Li Xiang smiled and said to Yuya: "Yuya, I think you draw well, help me do one thing, I'm going to publish a novel, you help me draw some illustrations, and then help me publish it, okay?" ā€

"I—I don't understand anything!" Yuya's eyes lit up suddenly, and she shook her head quickly.

"As long as you think it's good-looking," Li Xiang touched her thick black bun and encouraged: "If you think of something good-looking, draw it, and this release of a novel, it's not a big deal, if you really don't understand it, you can learn it." ā€

These days, Yuya is really a little unaccustomed, suddenly from a girl in the Qinglou to a woman in Li Xiang, and Yu'er is also in charge of the work at home, Yuya is idle, and it seems that she is still very unaccustomed.

Li Xiang also didn't want Yuya to become a "young lady" who had nothing to do and was raised in the boudoir, of course, he didn't want Yuya to show up again, but she was a girl similar to a female star in later generations, and it was difficult to find something suitable for her for a while. However, now that Li Xiang has an idea, he decided to set up the first publishing house in the Great Song Dynasty, and printed and published those novels of later generations, especially novels like fantasy romance, it is estimated that the women of the Great Song Dynasty must love to read them, and women's money is relatively easy to make. (To be continued.) )