Early in the morning, Zhao Ta walked around the garden for more than half an hour according to the custom, and he was already sweating, returned to the courtyard where he lived, washed his hands and face, first saluted and kowtowed to the north, and greeted his emperor's father and concubine who were hundreds of miles away.

Zhao Ta cleaned his hands again, sat down at the dining table, and looked at the things on the table, all kinds of silver plates were piled up with fragrant balls, real oranges, pomegranates, oranges, and some fried ring cakes, oil cakes, jujube towers, and hu cakes. But it looks very good, but he doesn't let him eat it, these are all for the sake of looking good, all he can eat is a small bowl of mutton porridge and a bowl of mutton noodle soup, after seeing the joy of tasting, it is his turn to eat, and he can't eat them all, the rules in the house are like this, to prevent children from eating too much 'support', most of the days after he crossed are spent in this half-starved and half-full, it is pitiful to say, a prince to eat a full meal is a luxury!

After the meal, Zhao Ta reluctantly left the dinner table, followed Jianxi to the big study in the front hall, the teacher was already waiting there, the teacher first asked him to memorize the "Hundred Family Names" he learned yesterday, and then led him to read a new paragraph, after repeating it three times, he studied by himself, and then he looked at his own book and no longer cared.

Zhao Ta will memorize these things in kindergarten, I didn't expect to learn it again now, it's really boring, but now the crisis is lurking, I can only forbear, 'rising' my own life will only lose faster, pretending to be stupid is the king. Zhao Ta pulled his throat and read it twice, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he gradually lost his voice. If this one-on-one teaching in his previous life is definitely the dream of many parents, but Zhao Ta feels boring, in the past, he lived a collective learning life of forty or fifty classmates from kindergarten to military school, and now he faces this old man who is over fifty years old alone every day, and it is already very good if he does not fall asleep.

The old gentleman sitting in front of him is going to participate in this year's autumn festival, 30 years ago he has been lifted, I thought that I could live a life of 'eating mutton' after winning the jinshi, but I didn't expect to fall off the list again and again for so many years, and now I can't even live the days of 'eating vegetable minc', so I had to find a teaching errand. The salary given by the family is not low, eight yuan a month, and they are also in charge of food, so they teach one student, and the student is not in good health, so he only teaches half a day's class, and the money is like picking up for nothing. I originally wanted to teach this student well, but I didn't expect this unlucky child to be too lazy and stupid, and he didn't want to go to class for half a day.

"See, I let you get everything?" Zhao asked the 'scholar' who was dozing off on the side.

"Second master, I've found it all, I've worked hard, none of the people you want have seen it, if it weren't for the more wages given, they wouldn't be willing to do it!" Seeing that he heard this, he came to the spirit, and posted it and said, these things he looks useless, but the money is really not spent, those things are an old craftsman with good skills, and it takes more than ten days of hard work to do a good job, but the second master has a bad brain, as long as he gets it, he is happy, he never asks how much it costs, he can get some oil and water, so he has always been very attentive and positive.

"After eating, I sent it to the small study, how much money did it cost to go to the chief steward, how can I say that I don't need to teach!" Zhao Ta waved his hand and said, stopping his chatter, looking at the joy of seeing his eyebrows, he was the same as the logistics director who was sent to the prison for a long time on the spot, this kid took himself as a fool, but now there is no confidant around, he has eaten the benefits, and he doesn't dare to talk nonsense, just with his own mind, Zhao Ta will continue to be a 'fool'.

"Second master, rest assured!" Seeing that Xi was happy in his heart, he replied with a smile, this time he had ten times more money. From the palace was assigned to serve the second prince before he was just a handyman who swept the floor and sprinkled water, and the people in the palace said that the second highness was a disaster, and whoever was with him was unlucky. At first, he was cautious, but it didn't take long for him to find out that the prince was not a disaster star, but a lucky star, at least his purse sank a lot more than in the palace.

The old gentleman looked at the master and servant muttering below, and sighed softly, "Rotten wood can't be carved!" "I turned my face to look at my book, and I was out of sight and out of mind. Finally, until noon, the teachers and students all flew out of the study, and everyone was uncomfortable!

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Zhao Ta put all the things that Jianxi got these days on the bookcase, there are thirty or forty parts, large and small, he pieced these scattered things together, while sighing that he looked down on the ancients, these parts that are processed one by one are put into the modern era without the level of 'eighth-level workers' can never be made, it seems that although Jianxi is greedy for money, but the things he got are really good. ,

Zhao Ta just made a few changes with a file, and then put them together, and knocked the connected rivets together with a hammer, a thing that the ancients absolutely did not know, and a modern three-year-old child also knew the Tao appeared on the bookcase - it was a short revolver, the body of the brass gun was shining brightly, and the pineapple wood handle felt very good, Zhao Ta breathed a long sigh of relief, checked the gun in his hand, and pressed his hand heavily, but with a gun in hand, his temperament has completely changed, It's like a killing god who can burst out at any time and kill people.

"Shhhh Zhao Ta let out a long breath, restrained the breath on his body, and quickly assembled another gun with the remaining parts, his worries were a little redundant, in order to prevent deviations, he asked Jianxi to make two sets of each part for replacement, which can't blame him for being careful, every time he was able to retreat from the task in his previous life, it was inseparable from his cautious character.

Zhao Ta made the pistol not on a whim, but completely to deal with possible adverse situations for himself, and he did not want to put his safety in the hands of those who did not know it at all. There is no shortage of swords and swords in the palace, the problem is that he can't make it, and the best weapon is a small pistol, but this thing will not appear until seven or eight hundred years later, and there is nowhere to buy it if you have money. Thinking about it, he thought of the original black powder revolver, which was simple in structure and relatively easy to manufacture under existing conditions, and he took advantage of the fact that it took him nearly two months to get what he needed.

Zhao Ta pulled the trigger, the hammer hit the firing cap accurately, pulled up the hammer again, the magazine rotated, making a slightly crisp sound that made people feel intoxicated, and entered the firing state, he squinted one eye to check whether the lower barrel and the bullet nest matched, which was a key part of carelessness. He didn't expect much from this gun, and the copper body was made of ancient workmanship, which led to many defects in the gun. The texture of copper is relatively soft, the parts can not withstand the wear and tear caused by frequent firing, after continuous firing, the barrel and the nest will be expanded due to heat to produce gaps, and the seal is not good to produce air leakage, resulting in a decrease in power and affect the accuracy, the tension spring of the gun is definitely not at the current level of technology, he had to use substitutes, the bullet is even more extravagant, and the loading method can only be used in the earliest way when the revolver was just invented.

He moved a low stool, climbed up and took out a bookcase from the shelf, put it on the desk and opened it, took down the top book, took out a box and opened it carefully, and took out the contents inside. In my previous life, these were things that were available everywhere, but I had to work hard to get old! Zhao Ta first took off the bomb magazine, blocked the ignition hole with his fingers, and filled the bomb nest with a small silver spoon with gunpowder, each of which was half of it, and the ingredients of gunpowder were obtained by Zhao Ta from the medicinal material warehouse in the house, he didn't expect that fire and sulfur were all medicinal materials for curing diseases at this time, how could the formula be rare to pour a former special soldier who could make explosives with washing powder.

After filling the gunpowder, he put some pounded wheat flour and put a grain of lead bullet on it. He melted the lead bullet from a kitchen kettle, then sealed the mouth of the magazine with wax and oil, and reloaded the six magazines in turn, culminating in a primer in the ignition hole. The primer he used was the common modern starting paper, when he was a child, he could buy a large sheet for a dime, but today he was so broken that he could only make a fire torch caused by the fire rope without a primer, so the concealment and practicality will be greatly reduced. Speaking of which, thanks to Qingyun's bull's nose, in an explosion, he allowed Zhao Ta to get what he dreamed of--- red phosphorus.

With red phosphorus, he added realgar, charcoal and rice soup to make a relatively stable ignition device. Fill the primer in the firing groove at the tail of the magazine and reload the magazine to the gun. Zhao Ta carefully tied the gun to a chair, fixed a half-inch thick book four or five meters in front of him, Zhao Ta tied a thin rope to the trigger, and began the test firing after lying on the desk, everything was careful, because he didn't know whether the charge of gunpowder was appropriate, and what the quality of the ancient metal was.

There was a muffled sound of 'bang', and a choking smoke rose from the room, Zhao Ta saw that the gun was still on the chair, pressed down the hammer again, and pulled the trigger continuously, and after a few more muffled sounds, the room was already steaming. After the shooting, the gun was not blown up, but the book in front of it was smashed by lead bullets.

"Ha Luha, I made it!" Zhao Ta Da Yan smiled and shouted, the Long March of 10,000 miles has finally taken the first step. After reloading, he placed a teacup for drinking water on the bookcase, which is worth at least hundreds of thousands of dollars each in modern times, but now it has become his target.

'Bang Bang' Zhao Ta took a dozen steps back and fired two shots in a row, the bullet did not hit the teacup, but the sparks on the side of the pair of good inkstones were splashed everywhere, and the stone chips burst out, "Damn, the recoil is still a little bigger!" Zhao Ta scolded in a low voice, took a step forward, aimed again, the teacup shattered, and the next two shots he found the trick of this old gun, the washing on the bookcase, the pen holder has become a 'gun ghost', the last shot he fired at the pillar in the corner of the house, at this time the gun was already hot, and his wrist was also hurt by the recoil.

Putting down the gun, Zhao Ta checked the lower pillar, the bullet deviated from the carved flower he was aiming at several inches, but it also hit more than an inch deep, he made a preliminary judgment on the performance of this gun, the effective range can reach more than 20 meters, but the accuracy decreases, the distance can only rely on Meng, within ten meters if he hits someone, he will definitely not miss the target, and the protective armor and other protective armor will definitely not stop the bullet shot.

He checked the gun again, and sure enough, as he expected, the chamber had already been scratched. It seems that this gun is like the craft gun of the previous life, the appreciation of the component is greater than the practicality, can not withstand frequent use, can only be used at critical moments, but has also achieved its own purpose of self-defense.