Chen Mu didn't forget to use the Guan's Gun to find a place where no one was outside to shoot a few guns, and the effect of the Gun String Flint was good, until he hit the twelfth gun, there was no time when he didn't get angry.

And the efficiency of the charge is a little faster, after all, there is less action to load the fire rope.

The cost of the new gun is two dollars and seven cents of silver more expensive than the old gun, in fact, their own craftsmen, the selection of materials and materials, the cost of a gun is not even two taels of silver.

Without actually understanding the process of making guns, ordinary people can't see through the lies of craftsmen at all, but the fallacy that forty catties of iron is made into eight catties is widely spread.

Iron ore can be smelted into iron more than this, forty catties of iron into eight catties, or a better Fujian wool iron, counting that there are still one percent of impurities in the wool iron, where does the remaining thirty catties of iron go?

Eaten by moths.

In addition to the negligible reduction in range and power, this is a good new gun shape as a rifle.

If it's a ride, it's perfect.

The shorter barrel ensures that the rider can use it on horseback, and only a thin layer of short fluff leather is glued to a slightly smaller circle of lead to ensure that the lead shot is stuffed into the pipe and does not leak out.

However, it is still too early to think about this trend.

Chen Junye couldn't even get together twenty war horses under his command, let alone a superb rider who could ride a horse and had superb riding skills and could charge charges.

Inexistent.

For Chen Mu now, this gun is just a portable and safe short gun.

If the subsequent technique is not improved, it may eventually be necessary to use the more mature spring flintlock pistol, but at least for tens or hundreds of years, the firing rate and trigger of this set of guns are better than those of the flintlock pistol, which has not yet matured.

Guan Yuangu is really talented, and he actually added the structure of the crossbow machine to the bird gun, which made Chen Mu think about it for himself, and he would not figure it out for a hundred years.

"Build another twenty poles, make more small flag arrows, and you may need them in a few days."

The small flag arrow, a firearm that amazed Deng Zilong, has not yet been truly used on the battlefield, but Chen Mu estimates that it is not far from being used on the battlefield.

Chen Mu was a little eager to try, suppressing the rebels, impeaching the miners, and bullying the homeless people who could not survive, these missions that the Ming army was accustomed to made him feel disgusted in his heart.

"Fu Yuan, let those two translators come in and see me."

Seeing the flint hair, Chen Mu had a big deal in his heart, his soldiers would be better armed with firearms, which was the only good news he saw in the thousands of households in Xiangshan, which were in ruins.

After arranging Shao Tingda to take more than 100 banners of the guard to practice, and Lou Qimai commanding Yu Ding to prepare for rice planting, Chen Mu had time to meet the two translators.

Fu Yuan should get down, and it didn't take long for a man and a woman to walk into the front hall.

The woman is naturally a prostitute that Fu Yuan found from Hao Jingao, wearing a green scarf with a silver hairpin, wearing a soap-colored half-shirt, and a silk dress embroidered with dancing butterflies inside. Over thirty years old, the face is ordinary, with light makeup, the corners of the eyes are charming, and the cherry mouth has a slender waist, which can be seen to have a look when he was young.

Neither like Chen Mu who saw those little daughters-in-law and big girls in Qingyuanwei in the past, nor like Yan Qingyao, who was dressed freshly like Yan Qingyao, knew at a glance that she was not a woman from a good family.

The man was even more unexpected than Chen Mu expected, he was an old man over fifty years old, with a dark complexion, thick finger joints, and enough exposure to the wind and sun, and he was a figure begging for a life on the sea. Dressed in a worn monk's black robe, with a cross on his chest and a thick book in his hand, he stood in the hall without humility or arrogance.

But his hands were shaking.

"The slave family visited the Lord of a thousand households, what is the matter with summoning the people's daughters!"

There was a hint of ridicule in the prostitute's words, perhaps because she had forgotten Wang Hua after living in Macau for a long time, or maybe it was due to her profession, and she didn't forget to throw an old flattering eye at Chen Mu.

The words of the monk of the Ming people were a little stiff, as if he had not spoken Chinese for a long time, and he opened his mouth with words like gold, "See you in the small people, a thousand households." ”

Chen Mu sat on the chair, leaning back slightly, his gaze focused on the monk's hands and waist, his hands had calluses formed by holding the sword for a long time, and the buckle of the saber was on the belt around his waist.

This is not only a Ming monk, but also an old samurai.

"I'm Chen Mu, a thousand households in Xiangshan." Chen Mu sat upright, put one hand on his knee and the other on the tea table, and asked the two, "What are your names, where are you from, and what are your identities?" ”

Seeing that Chen Mu didn't eat this set, the prostitute bowed and saluted, and said coquettishly: "The slave family is called Dieniang, a native of Quanzhou, Fujian, who makes a living in Haojing, of course, she is a woman from a good family." ”

Look how much I believe in you!

Chen Mu didn't want to pay attention to her, raised his hand to let her sit aside, turned his eyes to the monk Mingren, and motioned for him to speak.

"The old husband, the Jesuit monk Anthony, who served Father Xavier, has lived in Ho Jing O for more than 20 years and has been to many places." The monk Anthony arched his hand and said, "Your Excellency Qianhu, I heard that you are going to govern Haojing, and Father Pelesi can help you, and he is waiting for you in Haojingao." ”

After saying that, the old man still took the cross on his chest and waved it from side to side to write it down, which looked much more decent than asking him to bow his hand.

Chen Mu really wanted to ask if this old monk who didn't even have the name of a Ming person still regarded himself as a citizen of the Ming Dynasty, but it was vain to ask.

Anthony gave him a strange feeling, as if they were equal in status, when in fact they were in no way equal.

In this era, whether Eastern or Western, Buddhist or Catholic, there is no equality.

Therefore, Chen Mu is more likely to regard this demeanor as a sense of superiority, and he doesn't like this kind of revealing a sense of superiority very much.

Like a colonizer facing a colonized.

"I know, I'll let him come later, so please stay here for a while, go down."

Chen Mu has a lot of questions about Ho Jing O, and the Jesuit monks are undoubtedly the ones who have lived in Australia for the longest time, and they are also the most suitable candidates.

But he also believes that now is not a good time to reach out to missionaries.

When he understands Haojing like a blank slate, whoever listens first will create preconceived notions. And if he had to be preconceived, he would rather listen to the prostitutes of the Ming Dynasty than accept the religiously filled fanatics.

The monks who can persistently travel across the sea to preach in the East are naturally fanatical believers, and the servants taught by fanatical believers are, of course, also fanatical believers.

But the monk's unfazed appearance of the blessed monk made Chen Mu admire.

Anthony seemed to have expected this to be the result, even if he was called to come and go, there was no surprise, nodded and followed the flag army to walk out, still strutting forward.

"Hmph, fake Fanyi!"

As soon as Anthony left, Dieniang sneered at Anthony's back with disgust, turned around and looked at Chen Mu with a smile on her face, and said, "Ouch, Lord Qianhu, if you want to find someone who can speak, why are you looking for him, can he be of the same heart with the court?" Fanyu slaves will too, and they know everything about Haojing Ao, so they don't wait for you to ask. ”

Chen Mu exhaled a breath of turbidity, leaned back in his chair, and looked fixedly at the carved beams for a moment.

"You say that he can't be trusted by fake Fanyi, so you can believe it, Chen Mou, the mother-in-law of the widow?"

Ordinary people can't leave their homes for a long time, and it is not difficult to imagine how this Fujian woman came to Haojingao.