Zhu Biao said thoughtfully: "So Lao Fang, the best way is to let those clan nobles also pay taxes, so that even if the policy of military households is abolished in the future, the imperial court can pay the army without arrears." ”

Fang Jin nodded approvingly, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, you are right. The salaries of those officials can be in arrears, but the army's must not be in arrears, after all, as the saying goes, Xiucai will not succeed in rebellion for ten years. ”

"Wouldn't it be nice if a soldier was in arrears of his salary, and an ambitious general in the army had solved the problem...... Your Highness, you know! ”

Isn't this the Liaodong Guanning Army at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and the emperor can no longer command it.

"Old Fang, you are really talented, what you said today, Lone will put it in your heart, and you will tell your father when the time is right in the future. By the way, I'll take you somewhere. Zhu Biao stood up and clapped his palms.

"Your Highness, where are we going?"

"You'll find out if you follow me."

Zhu Biao carried his hands behind his back and led the way in front leisurely.

After he had walked for a while, he got into the carriage, while Fang Jin rode out of the palace on horseback and with a group of guards.

The wheels of this era are basically made of wood, and a few important parts are made of metal, and the bumps along the way are terrible, and Zhu Biao, who was shocked, was a little tired of it, and he couldn't wait to make an order immediately, so that people could go to Nanyang to find rubber.

Zhu Biao sat in a carriage and walked for a while before arriving at a place that covered a large area.

"Your Highness, this is here?"

"Baoyuan Bureau! A place that belongs to the Ministry of Industry! Zhu Biao pointed to the building in front of him and said.

The Baoyuan Bureau is the place where firearms were made in the Ming Dynasty, which was established by Zhu Yuanzhang.

There were two sergeants standing at the door, who seemed to be too idle, and they looked drowsy, and there was even a trace of saliva on the corner of their mouths.

Zhu Biao glanced at Fang Jin, Fang Jin immediately understood, cleared his throat and shouted, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has arrived!" ”

The two sergeants immediately wiped their saliva, stood up straight, and instantly became energetic and mighty, and one of them immediately went into the room to report.

Not long after, an official walked out of the room and saluted Zhu Biao respectfully.

"Old Fang, this person is Wang Shangde of the Ministry of Works, and he is responsible for supervising and managing the creation of weapons here." Zhu Biao introduced.

Wang Shangde glanced at Fang Jin curiously, and didn't speak, just nodded slightly, which was regarded as a greeting.

He can also be regarded as an old fox who is good at observing words and feelings, and knows that the person in front of him is a close confidant of the prince, and his official position is not as good as his own, but he still has to give thin noodles.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince here, I don't know what to teach here?" Wang Shangde asked with a smile on his face.

This location is too full of oil and water, and there are many red-eyed people. This old fox knew very well that he had to serve the person in front of him, otherwise he would go to the emperor's place to tell the truth and wrong for a few words, and a holy decree would be able to transfer him to those Qingshui Yamen.

The current emperor can't rub any sand in his eyes.

Zhu Biao replied with a smile: "Wang Langzhong, what is made here is the weapon of the country, and the weapons of my Ming soldiers who charge into battle are all from here. As a prince alone, he naturally has to pay more attention to it. ”

Wang Shangde hurriedly made a gesture of "please" and replied: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is here, and it is naturally full of splendor, please inside!" ”

Zhu Biao nodded, and walked in with Fang Jin and the others.

At this time, the craftsmen here have already started work, and the sound of beating is almost the main theme here.

In the hot shed, several craftsmen are making large knives, and there is a jar next to it, and a craftsman is beating with all his strength on the anvil.

The person in charge of the craftsman's place is called Shen Qi, and he said with a smile: "Your Highness, please see, after being wrapped in good steel, this knife is considered to be completed, although it is not said that cutting iron is like clay, but it is easy to cut off the head." ”

Of course, he was swinging the steel knife and kept a distance from Zhu Biao, and the guards around Zhu Biao tightly protected him from the left and right directions, and at the same time pressed the handle of the knife in his hand, once the other party moved, the sharp knife was unsheathed at any time.

Fang Jin glanced at it perfunctorily, then withdrew his gaze, he was a little interested in this kind of cold weapon.

In his previous life, when he fought the enemy, the cold weapons he used were basically short-bladed.

They then visited the place where bows and arrows were made, and the ...... where bowstrings were made

Fang Jin still looked indifferent, looking bored.

Seeing this, Zhu Biao was happy in his heart, so he pulled Fang Jin aside and asked in a low voice: "Old Fang, Lone knows that you know a lot about weapons, but looking at your appearance, can't the weapons built here enter your eyes?" ”

"Weapons are good weapons, but compared with previous dynasties, there is no progress, and it is impossible to deal with those nomads...... It means that the advantage is not obvious. ”

Fang Jin felt that Zhu Biao, an ancient, could not understand the words "dimensionality reduction strike", so he added another sentence.

Zhu Biao was happy in his heart, and pretended not to know anything on his face: "Old Fang, you naturally can't just rely on these swords to deal with people on the grassland, my Ming firearms are the best in the world!" ”

"Let's go, I'll take you to see those firecrackers!"

Zhu Biao pulled Fang Jin and went straight to the shed next door.

This is the place where the shotgun was made, and when Zhu Biao entered, he happened to see a number of craftsmen making gun barrels.

I saw that the barrels were fixed on the shelf, and the tail of the long quadrangular steel cone was a large wooden wheel, and the wooden wheel had a handle, and after shaking the handle, the quadrangular pyramid began to rotate slowly.

This should be the most primitive drilling machine.

After Zhu Biao and Fang Jin saw this scene, they couldn't help but think in their hearts.

In the distance, a craftsman was rolling with wrought iron plates, his cheeks covered with sweat.

Zhu Biao watched these scenes intently, although he came from modern times, he did not know how those firearms were made.

Fang Jin was also a little more interested, but his brows were slightly furrowed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Shen Qi was not very interested in this firearms shed, and he introduced casually: "Your Highness, these wrought iron plates will be rolled into a cylinder, then forged and welded, and then drilled and boring with a quadrangular pyramid to smooth the hole, and this barrel will be completed." ”

"There are still many kinds of firearms forging over there, Your Highness, shall we go over there and have a look?"

He was a little scared of the arrival of the crown prince Zhu Biao, and he was afraid that those craftsmen would suddenly lose their temper, and if this was the case, Shen Qi would lose face.

At this time, many craftsmen were living craftsmen. The so-called living as a craftsman is to let the craftsman temporarily attach himself to Yingtianfu.

But their treatment is not good, and they work long hours, and they have to endure beatings, scoldings and deductions from officials, which is really the lowest class.

Zhu Biao looked at it for a while, and suddenly thought in his heart, if the Ming army wants to reduce the dimension and attack those grassland people in the future, the improvement of firearms is necessary.

But he didn't know firearms and couldn't provide accurate advice, so he deliberately brought Fang Jinxiang here.

However, Zhu Biao also understands a truth, for example, if you want to make a flintlock pistol, you don't just know its principle, you also need to match the level of industrial manufacturing.

He glanced at Fang Jin, and sure enough, the guy had a good look, and the expression on that eyebrow was very serious.

"This guy is probably thinking about how to improve the performance of firearms, and I'll take his words."

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