The three months passed quickly, and after a year in Fuzhou, ignoring the emperor's decree, Zhang Ru lived extremely comfortably every day.

Nanzhen Fu Si Tiqi, who had already undergone strict training, was familiar with the training of the sailor, and it was easy to stand out.

Of course, after being disrupted and integrated into the team, no matter how good their performance is, it is impossible for them to lead a group of veterans.

They just lurked, and basically no one doubted their identity.

In the past three months, Zhang Ru has lived very comfortably, with two big girls who are like flowers and jade, in addition to visiting the mountains and rivers every day, he is also inspecting the people's feelings.

I don't know how many people are following him to protect him openly and secretly, but few of them show up. Because the people of Fuzhou are grateful to him, Fuzhou is a rare pure land.

If you want to kill Zhang Ru, you have to have someone, and it is impossible for Fuzhou locals to get involved in this kind of thing, and once there are too many outsiders, it will become very troublesome to find a place to live. Even if they find a place to live, it is basically impossible to keep the slightest rumor from leaking out.

In three months, five unjust cases were settled, and more than a dozen beggars were given a place to live. He spent more time going into the weavers' homes to watch the spinning going on, and sometimes he would go to the craftsman's camp to see what was going on there.

There were a few Francois people in Fuzhou, and these people were brought back by those maritime merchants who had gone out. It may be that Daming's life is better than that of Franco, so these foreigners are obviously a little unhappy.

A few of these people know some knowledge of firearms, and now these people are all officials who take the imperial court, and their official ranks are not high, but they are enough to let them live a rich life in Daming.

Zhang Ru had no other requirements for them, the only requirement was not to divulge the secrets of any craftsman's camp.

In fact, few people in the local area can understand these Franji people, and even if they can speak a few words of Ming official language, most of those people will not pay attention to these red-haired ghosts.

On this day, Zhang Ru took Su Qiqi and Jiang Caiwei, whose lower abdomen was slightly bulging, to the craftsman camp, compared to the manufacture of big ships, Zhang Ru was more interested in these things that could kill people.

"Bang!"

As soon as he walked out of the craftsman's camp, a loud noise suddenly came from inside.

Zhang Ru subconsciously turned around, and saw a mushroom cloud rising not far away, and then, a noisy and chaotic shouting sounded, and many people hurriedly rushed towards the place where the accident occurred.

"You two stay here, I don't come back, don't go anywhere." After admonishing the two girls, Zhang Ru pulled his legs and left.

The craftsmen in this craftsman's camp are all treasures in his eyes, and any accident that occurs to anyone is not what he wants to see.

Originally, the Ming Dynasty didn't attach much importance to things like Gewu, after all, this was a feudal dynasty based on agriculture. In times like these, it's not easy to find a few people who are very interested in Gewu. It can be said that the craftsmen of the craftsman camp, if one dies, there will be one less, and one less is a huge loss for the Ming Dynasty.

Halfway through, I saw Franco Blanco, whose entire face was burned black, and the hair on his head was basically burned. The little old man was very happy when he saw Zhang Ru, and opened his mouth to say in a not very pure Ming official language: "Dear Zhang, look at it, my masterpiece." Haha, I knew that I was the smartest scientist in the world. ”

Blanco's words are very novel, if it weren't for Zhang Ru, a traverser, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to eat in Daming.

Zhang Ru frowned and looked at the excited little foreign old man: "Are you okay?" What the hell did you get out? ”

Blanco wiped the black ash on his face, and directly pushed the two assistants who were holding him away, regardless of what clothes Zhang Ru was wearing, he grabbed Zhang Ru and said, "Zhang, you may not know what a great discovery I have made this time." I found a gunpowder recipe that burned three times faster and five times more powerful than the previous gunpowder. If this gunpowder can be used in a musket, it will greatly increase the kill rate. ”

Thrice? Five-fold?

The first thing Zhang Ru thought of was not whether these things could bring greater damage to the enemy, but whether the current level of craftsmanship of Ming to make muskets could withstand the burning of this kind of gunpowder.

He immediately asked, "Blanco, have you ever tested your great invention?" This is not a joke, these things are used in the new musket of the Ming Dynasty, will they explode? ”

Blanco shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands: "It must be blown up, otherwise I wouldn't be like this." ”

Zhang Ru shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's not a word, can you not be surprised, I thought you had succeeded in the test and could be equipped on a large scale." ”

Blanco said very seriously: "Dear Zhang, I swear, I will definitely be able to perfect this gunpowder, and one day, this gunpowder will be able to be used in the new musket." ”

Zhang Ru smiled: "Well, I believe you have such ability." Now, you should go down and heal your injuries right away, or I'm afraid you won't survive that day." ”

Blanco shrugged: "Oh, okay, dear Zhang, do you still have any wine you brought from the capital, if so, for the sake of me inventing such an important weapon for the Ming Dynasty, give me a few jars!" ”

Zhang Ru laughed and said, "It turns out that you are doing it regardless of your injuries, just for my wine." But I'm sorry, Mr. Blanco, I don't have much wine, and if you like, I'll give you a jar. ”

Blanco had a look of loss in his eyes, and walked past Zhang Ru expressionlessly, leaving a sentence of really stinginess.

Zhang Ru couldn't help but wonder, although this foreigner is weird, sometimes it's really funny.

After instructing the soldiers of the Craftsman Battalion to strictly investigate all potential safety hazards, especially after inspecting Blanco's residence, Zhang Ru left the Craftsman Camp with his two daughters.

The road was bumpy, walked for about two hours, and there were brocade guards behind to erase all the rut marks, and when I returned to the prefect's yamen, it was already sunset.

At the door of the prefect's yamen, a man in coarse cloth clothes was walking back and forth, and several yamen officials looked at the man very vigilantly, with their hands on the handle of the waist knife at their waists.

Seeing Zhang Ru's car, the man stopped the car with an arrow step, and then, without waiting for him to speak, the two officials quickly pulled out their waist knives, and cut off the man's head without saying a word.

In their view, as long as there is any tendency to suggest that these people are going to be unfavorable to Zhang Ru, they must eliminate all these non-security factors.

At the critical moment, Zhang Ru, who happened to lift the curtain, spoke out to stop the impulsive actions of the two officials: "Stop, my own people!" ”

The two officials put away their knives and returned to their original positions, Zhang Ru said to Su Qiqi: "Qiqi, I have something to do, you take Cai Wei to go first." ”

Su Qiqi nodded obediently: "Xianggong, be careful." ”

The car left, Zhang Ru got out of the car, and Su Qiqi and Jiang Caiwei entered the house hand in hand.

The two walked to a secluded place, and the man knelt on one knee and kowtowed: "The last general will see the general!" ”

"What's the matter?" Zhang Ru asked.

"Back to the general, the ghosts in the Fuzhou Navy Division have been ascertained, the tentative number is 17, 14 are officers, and the other three are unknown. The general banner asked the lowly post to come to ask the general whether to do it. The man said quickly.

Zhang Ru frowned and said, "What I will ask for is the exact number of people, and I will talk about it after you count the exact number of people." If you do it now, you will only startle the snakes, and I am afraid that it will make those inner ghosts hide deeper. By the way, do you know who they are? ”

The man said: "General Hui, three people are from the Baoguo Mansion, four are guests from the Wei Mansion in Nanjing, two are internal guards arranged for His Majesty, four are protégés of Li Min, the secretary of the household department, three are under the cabinet scholar Qiu Jun, and one is unknown. ”

After hearing that Zhu Youzhu had also stuffed people into the Fuzhou Naval Division, Zhang Ru couldn't help but feel a little unhappy in his heart, after all, this Fuzhou Naval Division was nominally the emperor's troops, and Zhu Youzhu actually stuffed people into the Fuzhou Naval Division without telling himself.

It is understandable that others stuffed people with the Fuzhou Naval Division, after all, it is impossible for a political enemy like Li Min to let him run the Fuzhou Naval Division in a monolithic manner. The old master like Qiu Jun in the court will naturally not sit idly by and watch the military generals sit big. The people of the two national mansions, of course, are for that little benefit.

However, there is another person who can't even find any fault with Nanzhen Fu Si Tiqi, who only knows that this person's origin is unknown, but he doesn't know who this person is, which makes Zhang Ru can't help but be vigilant.

He thought for a moment and said, "After you go back, focus on the person who is not of unknown origin, and be sure to find out who he is." ”

The man hesitated: "General, this may take a lot of time. ”

Zhang Ru said happily: "Time could have been given to you, before the new batch of sailors is recruited, you just need to find out the people." The others should not move for the time being, and find out what the origin of the spies buried by His Majesty in Fuzhou is the sailor. ”

The man arched his hand and said, "The last general will obey the order!" ”

With that, he turned and left.

Zhang Ru pretended to walk slowly, but in fact he was full of concerns.

It seems that Zhu Youzhang's trust in me has begun to waver, otherwise he would not have stuffed people with Fuzhou Sailors at this time, and he wouldn't even greet me.

He understood Zhu Youzhang's approach, but he couldn't tolerate it. He felt that anything could be said, and hiding it like this made him feel uncomfortable.

At the same time, the officer of unknown origin also made him feel palpitations, and he always felt that this person was not as simple as he seemed.

In the next few days, Zhang Ru began to arrange for people to go to Xiamen Port. Now there are more than fifty ships that can be launched, barely enough to form a fleet.

However, due to the limited production of artisan campfirearms, he planned to wait another two months.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is May of the fourth year of Hongji.

The weather is gradually warming, Jiang Caiwei's belly is getting bigger and bigger, and the Fuzhou Navy Division is almost time to recruit new soldiers.