The negotiation with Houjin ended quickly.

Sonny may have been here for a long time and has experience in bargaining, but there is a tireless Abatai who is there to make a big deal out of the scenery, so the negotiation is perfectly concluded, of course, for Daqin.

Zhang Hongbin didn't need to pay for the iron ore, coal, gunpowder and tea that Houjin needed, the only thing he needed to pay was 2,000 poles of the most advanced firearms. Yes, it is the Lu Mi Gong produced by the system.

Come to think of it, the drawings Huang Taiji has already gotten in his hands, but their technology is still inferior to that of Daming, and it is naturally impossible to create this kind of high-grade firecracker. Since there is no way to get it through guò self-production, you can only buy it. Originally, they didn't expect that Zhang Hongbin would sell this kind of firecracker, but who knew that the result would be okay, but the price was a little more expensive. It's just that for the sake of Houjin's combat effectiveness, they also allowed it.

It's just that Sony is a little unhappy, if it weren't for Abatai's gag on the side, I'm afraid the transaction price should only be 2,500 strokes, which is still the least situation.

Forget it, 2,000 strokes has already exceeded Huang Taiji's expectation of 1,000 strokes, otherwise there is no reason for Abatai, the seventh elder brother, to agree so quickly.

Nearly 10,000 slaves were exchanged for only 2,000 firearms, which is really aggrieved to think about. But fortunately, Zhang Hongbin was not too immoral, and gave them a batch of bullets and gunpowder, as for what to do when they ran out, it was not within the scope of his consideration. Big deal, spend money to buy it!

Abatai took his New Year's goods, with two thousand firearms, and began to return to Houjin.

And the two grand blind date conferences also became the hottest topics in the early 1853 of the First Emperor's calendar. A large number of bachelors are out of singles, and they are naturally more grateful to Zhang Hongbin, who has given them happiness and family, and they can't wait to die for him.

Officers and high-ranking civilian officials were somewhat complaining, after all, they did not have their share. However, if they can be officials, one does not dare to resist the orders of their bosses, and the other is that they will not be stupid when they become officials, and if they are not stupid, they will naturally know the intention of Zhang Hongbin's arrangement.

In addition, a large number of foreign girls, in addition to being able to experience exotic styles without language understanding, are basically goods that are lost after being fresh. Many of them don't know that Korean concubines were very popular in the Ming Dynasty, at least since Emperor Yongle, concubines from Goryeo frequently appeared in the harem. Of course, others have some marriage factors, and they are also nobles, unlike most of the people who are now from ordinary people.

Everyone is happy, and Zhang Hongbin is also busy for the start of the new year.

Before this, some people reported that the fire gun is a weapon of the country, especially the one sold to Houjin is also a relatively advanced fire gun in Daqin, is it worth it?

Zhang Hongbin smiled, and could only emphasize the issue of science and technology and productivity again.

A Houjin can't produce such firearms, and there is not even the possibility of repairing them, and these firecrackers are directly purchased in the system supermarket, and there is a certain damage rate in the store. That is to say, when the other party is using it, there will be a certain probability of exploding, and this Zhang Hongbin is not responsible; Second, new breakthroughs have been made in the steelmaking and coking technology of the recent territory, and the new steel has made the combo firecracker lighter, and the output has begun to gradually increase. Therefore, changing clothes is an inevitable result, Zhang Hongbin has already begun to think about trading all the old firecrackers in the warehouse, but he doesn't know who will take over.

Why not go back to the furnace? This requires some calculations, for example, if the furnace is returned, labor costs are required, and the steel produced after the furnace is limited, and how much is the steel worth? At least, it's not too valuable here in Daqin, it's just not for sale.

On the other hand, there is no problem of labor costs for recycling old firecrackers, and even if they are sold at eighty percent, the price of recycling is much higher than that of simple steel. If it is said that the steel of a 100-pole firearm is worth a firebolt, and a 100-pole old firearm is sold, Zhang Hongbin can exchange it for the manufacturing funds of 500 firearms. Monopoly is so terrible.

So in general, it is more valuable to sell than to return, especially when the army has been fully reequipped and uses more powerful firearms.

Speaking of firearms, the first thing Zhang Hongbin thinks of now is the problem of primer. If a primer can be made, then a more modern firebolt can be put on the stage of history. When the time comes, not to mention the singles, what Hanyang made, the G98 Mauser rifle or something can also be made one after another, and even a box gun or something can also be made.

Primer is the invention of making hot weapons truly replace cold weapons and let cold weapons sit on the cold bench.

It's a pity that there is no manufacturing process for primers in the book area on the fifth floor, and Zhang Hongbin has been depressed for a long time.

At this moment, he had already spent enough money to open the new area, and the two areas he wanted to open the most in front of him were the medicine area and the other was the weapons area. He wanted to know what kind of surprise the weapon area would bring him this time.

After weighing the pros and cons, he chose the weapons zone.

With a shake, the new area finally opened smoothly, and Zhang Hongbin naturally couldn't wait to walk over.

Compared to the previous floors, this time there is a relatively small area. There is only one type of artillery, and that is the French 75mm rapid-fire gun during World War II, which can fire fifteen shells per minute, and the limit can fire thirty shells. For France at that time, this was a dream lover-level cannon, which was kept secret.

The shells used the most advanced type of the contemporary era, shells with a primer...... Zhang Hongbin is entangled.

The musket is a rifle, mainly the original model of rifling rifling, that is, the so-called rifle, and the bullet used also has a primer...... continue to be depressed; There were also rifled rifles, the earliest shotguns, that used bullets that also had primers...... Deep depression.

It can be said that there may be few new firearms, but it represents the arrival of a new era.

In medium-range warfare, the addition of shotgun cover can inflict greater casualties on the enemy; Rifles with new cartridges, with a five-round magazine, can be fired five times in a row, and there is no need to clean the barrel at all, just return the cartridge case. In this way, the firebolt can harvest the lives of the enemy with maximum efficiency. Also, there is a 75mm rapid-fire gun at a long range! There is no need for more, only ten guns are needed to shoot in formation, and the enemy is afraid that he will not expect to advance in this life.

"This, this is going to be invincible rhythm!" Zhang Hongbin was overjoyed, if he didn't care about the problem of the bottom fire.

Primer, yes, Zhang Hongbin is really entangled in the problem of primer, but chemistry and physics have not been able to go up, the technical conditions are backward and the equipment is lacking, there is no way to make a primer, and naturally there is no replacement of the fire.

With complicated feelings, Zhang Hongbin walked out of the supermarket, but he didn't want Zhu Cunyuan, a guy who had locked himself in the study for more than ten days and had not fulfilled his wife's obligations, but at this moment he came to him with great interest.

Looking at her unkempt hair, Zhang Hongbin knew that she had not rested well for more than ten days, and even her personal hygiene was very sloppy.

"What the hell is please, so that our little county lord can lock himself up for more than ten days?" Zhang Hongbin hugged her, but I had to admit that the smell on her body was indeed a little choking.

"Look at this, I know you need it!" Zhu Cunyuan handed over a manuscript.

Zhang Hongbin also looked at it perfunctorily, but he couldn't take his eyes off it.

This is a book about how to make a primer in the simplest and most primitive way. It is not denied that this is costly, polluting, and output. But it's the technology that exists, the technology that can make a primer and put it into military use.

Zhang Hongbin slapped his forehead violently and said secretly: Why did you forget that this girl has future knowledge?!

Immediately, he picked up Zhu Cunyuan suddenly, spun around in the air a few times, and shouted: "You are really a treasure given to me by God!" ”