Xishan made steel and made weapons, Yang Meng thought it was a surprise, but he didn't expect that after the sword was presented, he was greatly disappointed.

Five or six swords were lined up in one go, and at first glance they looked very ordinary, the dark blue blade was completely dull, and the handles, hilts, and accessories were all extremely rough, and at first glance they were in a hurry.

Yang Meng tried these swords, and the performance was quite good, much stronger than the wrought iron knives used by the Yang family's swordsmen before, but compared to the ghost head knife on his waist, these were garbage.

Ge Shiyang is a person who does things and pays attention to practicality, it seems that these swords are also built under this guiding ideology, but these things that can't be put on the table obviously can't make Yang Meng feel satisfied.

"Isn't there any other use for steel in the iron works? For example, to make gun barrels, to cast artillery, or to make machinery? ”

"My lord, the process of muskets and artillery is still being explored, manufacturing machinery, we don't have drawings and mother beds yet, these steels can't be used in large quantities for the time being."

Although there are some English technicians, they have made a lot of barrels and parts in the past six months, but the quality is far from meeting the requirements.

The explosion rate of the barrel is ridiculously high, and although some parts are not bad, the assembled guns cannot be used at all, which is also a big problem that plagues Ge Shiyang. Obviously, some of the key techniques for making muskets were unknown to these English craftsmen.

"Can't figure it out for more than half a year? You integrate the process, and I'll let people try it! ”

This is another problem that Yang Meng himself ignores, and there is no way out on the English side. Try the Millican side of Nyres. He promised himself a revolver. There should be almost a letter, just let him get some more gun-making and cannon-making skills.

"My lord, can such a sword continue to be made?"

"What do you say?"

Although these things are practical and low-cost, Yang Meng is very dissatisfied.

"I don't know! It's up to the lord to decide! ”

Ge Shiyang adheres to the consistent style, does not know the way and does not understand things, and never speaks indiscriminately, but from Yang Meng's tone. Ge Shiyang can still hear the dissatisfaction.

"Since there is no suitable use for these steels, you can make swords first! But these swords must be of the highest quality and be mass-produced.

During this time, Xishan gathered a lot of blacksmiths, and then set up a Xishan sword factory, don't be in a hurry to build swords, you contact Steward Ding, and ask him to invite some famous teachers who cast swords to come over, and Xishan Academy also needs to find a way to cast swords.

Once you have the technique, don't rush to build it in batches and present the sample. I nodded and said.

Then there are the techniques found in the process of forging swords. We also have to see if we can use it in other aspects, although the Western techniques are good, don't forget to combine them with some ancient methods of the Qing Dynasty. ”

The change of the original cast iron formula, the current ink-making and tobacco removal method, and many of the techniques of the predecessors, do not seem to be backward, but they have not been promoted, Yang Meng wants to design a road for Yunnan, that is, the road of combining China and the West.

"Good! We will definitely do it as soon as possible. ”

"Fast doesn't have to be good! I want something fast and good! ”

Just as Yang Meng and Ge Shiyang were studying the development direction of Xishan, a knife hand, holding a small piece of paper, quietly handed it to Wei Zhiqing.

"The Third Master ......"

After reading the contents of the paper, Wei Zhiqing's face changed, and then she shouted Yang Meng with a worried face.

"What's the matter?"

"More than 100 people from the Liangguang Elder Association arrived in Kunming Wuzhuang, and just now Xishan received a message from the old man's flying pigeon, saying that he wanted to let the third master go over."

"The two Guang elder brothers? Good! I don't go to your trouble, but you knock on the door, okay! ”

Hearing that it was Brother Liangguang who would go to Wuzhuang to find trouble, Yang Meng instantly became a little cold.

"Master Ge, the skills and equipment that are lacking here in Xishan should be drawn up as soon as possible. The sword should also be built as soon as possible.

Brother Gui, you can stay here! After handing over the matter, I went to Minghu Academy.

Zhiqing drafted an order for Wei Huozi to send 3,000 new troops to the Yunnan-Guizhou border to station, and always be ready to go down the Pearl River waterway, so that Wei Huozi had enough ammunition.

Let's go back to Wuzhuang! ”

The group, after getting the horses, hurried to Yangjiawuzhuang in Kunming, fortunately the horses were transported with the ship, otherwise it would be delayed again.

Yang Meng's size is large, so far there is only one mount, and the eldest brother Yang Yong has also spent a lot of money to buy a lot of good Tibetan horses, and there may still be no horses carrying Yang Meng to move forward normally.

Hequ horses, Mongolian horses, without such good horses, the cavalry of the new army is also a shortcoming! But things are not coincidental, the next governor of Yunnan and Guizhou is Lin Zexu, the tiger minister of the Qing Dynasty, and Yang Meng has to delay the pace of the Tibetan side.

Lin Zexu's arrival, although Yang Meng lived in a hurry for a while, was not without benefits, the officials in western Yunnan and the ink and tobacco removal method in Xishan were all promoted under these pressures.

I don't know if Lin Zexu is here, whether he can make a breakthrough on the Shaanxi-Gansu business road. Seeing what he thought, Yang Meng, who was riding on a horse, was still thinking about the development of Yunnan, and he didn't care very much about the elders of Liangguang.

"Third master, are you going to make a big fight again?"

Yang Meng doesn't care, but Wei Zhiqing cares! Wei Zhiqing didn't know what kind of character her man was, but when it came to the New Army, the first thing she thought of was killing.

According to Yang Meng's previous words, Wei Zhiqing felt a little uneasy, no matter how she said that she was also a woman, her heart was full of sorrow at the thought of killing.

"Not necessarily! How? Scared? ”

Looking at Wei Zhiqing, who had a sad face, Yang Meng smiled slightly and asked softly.

"It's a bit ......"

"It's good to get used to it, there's no way! I don't want to kill people, but there are always bastards who don't have long eyes, and they have to hit Lao Tzu's knife, since they are not afraid of death, Lao Tzu is not afraid to see them die. In the Qing Dynasty, you want to do things. How can you do it without killing people? ”

Count the past two years. or directly or indirectly because of their own death, almost tens of thousands or tens of thousands, but after killing so many people, there are still people who don't open their eyes, and there are still people who want to find trouble for themselves, it seems that this person still kills less.

"People are not pigs and dogs, how can I get used to it?"

Wei Zhiqing is a serious reader, Yang Meng's argument. It was very inconsistent with what she had learned, and listening to Yang Meng's statement that human life was like a mustard, Wei Zhiqing's brows also furrowed.

"Isn't it okay when they're pigs and dogs? The third master acts, those who follow me prosper and those who disobey me die, those who stand in the way, I have never regarded them as people, no matter how much I kill, I don't have the feeling of killing, you can try it in the future. ”

"How do you try, let your woman wield a knife to kill?"

"No, no! The way of the world is like this. You don't kill people to kill you, so that you can live well. Killing is the skill of living well.

What are you telling you about this! Come, as soon as you arrive, let's talk about what is in our hearts. ”

Yang Meng's cold-bloodedness made Wei Zhiqing very uncomfortable, and when she saw her tightening her clothes, Yang Meng wanted to ride a horse with her.

"No ......"

In the past month, Wei Zhiqing has seen Yang Meng's good deeds of living people in Yiliang in Yunnan, but Yang Meng has killed a lot of people, these things have been left behind these days, and now that I think about it, Wei Zhiqing is also a little at a loss.

Good people do good deeds, regard human life as a mustard, these two are in Wei Zhiqing's heart, so they can't be connected together, the subset of scriptures and history she reads mostly talks about benevolence, righteousness and morality, Yang Meng's words just now are too subversive for her.

"Let's get used to it!"

Seeing that Wei Zhiqing's brows were furrowed and her little face was pale, Yang Meng did not force it, and continued to fight the horse, and in a short time, the Yang family Wuzhuang was already in sight.

When the group arrived at Wuzhuang, the door was a little cold, and they entered Zhuangzi, and under the guidance of the servants, Yang Meng and his party arrived at the martial arts arena behind Zhuangzi.

Okay! That's not all! It has already been handed over, Yang Shiqin, the old man of the Yang family, is sitting at the top, his group of old brothers are sitting on the side, and behind them is the Yunnan New Army with a musket on his back.

On the side of the elder brothers' association, there are also many people, there are men and women, old and young, monks and Taoists, like the legendary martial arts conference.

In the martial arts arena, the two people who were competing skills, one was a gray-robed Taoist priest with a slightly gray beard, and the other was Yang Meng's eldest uncle, the eldest brother Sun Shun of the old man Yang Shiqin.

The two of them are extremely slow, one is older, and the other is that the two of them are all killing moves, and the time for vigilance and defense is far more than the time to do it.

"Old man, why did you let the eldest uncle go?"

Sun Shun's health is not very good, Yang Meng knows the way, and there are more than 60 people, what if there is a good one?

"No way! The rivers and lakes are in trouble, since they are coming to the door, we have to face the battle, the opponent is good, we people, just what your uncle can take, the elder brother will be menacing! ”

The Yang family is half of the Jianghu people, Yang Shiqin is also a little helpless, the rules can't be broken casually, since people come according to the rules, the Yang family can't be unruly.

But these old brothers are not young anymore, at the age of fifty or sixty, if they go on the field again, they will lose their lives if they are not good!

While the two fathers and sons were talking, Sun Shun missed the defeat there, not because of his fists and feet, but because of his body bones, he really took a kick, and Sun Shun was defeated.

"Ahem...... Alas...... No, the third child, if you go up, don't kill you. ”

Ambition can't withstand the years like a knife, Sun Shun, who is in his sixties, coughed a few times, instructed Yang Meng, and quickly sat down.

Even so, Yang Meng saw a touch of red in the palm of the eldest uncle's hand, this is coughing up blood, although the eldest uncle said that there is a disease on his body, but eighty percent of this coughing up blood was beaten.

"Take! Who's on the second game? ”

The half-old Taoist priest on the stage was killed just now, and when it comes to killing people, there are not many people in the entire Wuzhuang who can catch up with Yang Meng, and the eldest uncle can't do it, and everyone else will go up for nothing.

"I'm coming!"

After answering gloomily, Yang Meng began to change his clothes, took off the armor on his body, Yang Meng changed into the outfit of a new army, and walked to the edge of the ring.

"The Third ......"

"When you go to the ring, you have a destiny, and if you die, you blame them for their bad skills!"

The old man Yang Shiqin wanted to say something Yang Meng knew very well, it was nothing more than to keep his hand, the Taoist priest who had just fought against the eldest uncle did not keep his hand, and he didn't have to do this, so as soon as the old man opened his mouth, he was blocked back by Yang Meng.

"Contemptible ......"

"Don't say it, don't die later, let's sign up again! When you get into the ring, you will divide life and death, Lao Tzu Yang Meng followed the following, and if you don't want to die, get out of Yangjia Wuzhuang. ”

As soon as Yang Meng said a word, the camp of the elders' association was in chaos, although it is not taboo to be a killer, but these are all private ways, and it is not good to put them on the surface.

"Yang Shiqin, is this true?"

The old Taoist on the stage did not answer Yang Meng's words, but directly turned the spearhead to the old man of the Yang family.

Yang Meng is also a person, the lackey of the Zhujiang Estuary Bandit Court, the culprit of the Pearl River Eight Boats Mystery Case, the mastermind of the Lingdingyang Slaughter Island, the person of the Yang family holding the knife handle, the elder brother will go to Yunnan to fight, that is, he is afraid of the Yang family's practice of bravery, and this time he came to Yunnan mainly to find some face.

Yang Meng at the mouth of the Pearl River killed all the way, and directly picked up the face of the elder brother, mixed with the rivers and lakes, what he cared about most was face and reputation, and the elder brother would come from afar, but in fact, he didn't want to make things out of control. (To be continued......)