It was afternoon, the spring breeze was warm, and the tender grass on the roadside outside the city also sprouted, and Liu Hongjian and his party hurried unhurriedly.

"Hammer, have you really thought about it? Don't let the emperor down! Liu Hongjian suddenly said to Niu Zhuang behind him.

Niu Zhuang carried the AKM and followed closely behind Liu Hong's horse, and then there were four Guogong Mansion family members with long knives at their waists.

"Master, what did you say? I didn't get it! The bull mallet rushed forward and asked, squinting at the noon sun.

"You guy don't pretend to be confused with this master, the emperor didn't say that if you are interested in the Beijing camp or the border army, you can be a general and an earl of Jinjue.

This is a good opportunity to shine on the lintel, and you should take advantage of it. Liu Hong said softly.

Since Liu Hongjian fought the peasant army on the city wall of the capital, he met with Niu Zhuang and became a family member, and the two went through the offensive and defensive battles of the capital, the bloody battles of Shanhaiguan, and the offensive and defensive battles of Linxian......

Wherever Liu Hong has been to the battlefield, this guy has not been left behind.

Only Liu Hong gradually understood that Niu Zhuang seemed to be reckless, but in fact, he was coarse and fine, and he would definitely be able to defend one side if he went to the army to exercise and exercise.

It is a bit unfair to follow him as a housekeeper, so Liu Hongjian still has to persuade him.

"Oh, the master is talking about this, if I don't go to the Beijing camp, I just want to follow the master." The bull mallet replied very simply.

Although he is uneducated and doesn't even know a few big characters, he knows the most about Entubao.

In his opinion, the reason why everything is now is the blessing of his master.

If the old man hadn't accepted him as a pawn, maybe he would still be guarding the city walls, oh no, maybe he would have died in battle, where would there be so many rewards now.

It is precisely because he has no culture and is illiterate, and he knows that those who are officials are full of twists and turns and bad stomachs, even if he really goes.

It is estimated that it will not be long before someone will put on countless small shoes and then beat back to its original shape.

Instead of being angry in the officialdom, it's better to follow the master!

Besides, didn't the emperor reward him with a viscount? Ten generations of poor peasants from his old Niu family, but when he came to him, he got a knighthood!

What else do you want? I can wake up laughing when I dream! Man, learn to be content!

"Hmph, this is something you thought of yourself, don't regret it in the future." Seeing that Niu Zhuang didn't care, Liu Hong gradually had no choice but to give up.

Fortunately, he still has the name of the superintendent on his head now, if he suddenly figures it out after the big stick mallet, it's nothing, it's a big deal for him to go to the emperor and go through the back door.

The group walked to the armory, which was slightly crowded because it had been levy.

Ammunition workshop, musket workshop, gunpowder workshop, artillery workshop......

In addition to their respective research rooms, people from various departments come and go, which is particularly lively.

It seems that we have to find a way to move the musket and artillery workshops, which occupy the most manpower and space, out of the armory, and at least set up a separate arsenal outside, and the armory is only responsible for scientific research.

Alas, that group of poor migrant workers, endless construction work, alas, he is also pitiful, and he has to spend money everywhere.

Originally, arms could make a lot of money, but it was not easy to increase the price when they were sold to his own army, and it was wartime, so Liu Honggradually sold them mostly at cost price.

And if you want to export to make some quick money, it is estimated that at least rifled guns can be mass-produced and replaced with the whole army!

Now, the only thing that can earn him some money is the coal mine that the Gu family father and son in Shanxi take care of for him.

It's hard, it's spending money everywhere, it's beyond its means, it's beyond its means!

"My lord, the old man just has something good to tell you, but why are you so sad?" Song Yingxing's face was full of red light, as if he was several years younger.

In the first twenty years of his life, he struggled for the imperial examination, but he didn't even get into the Jinshi.

In his middle 20 years, he joined the officialdom for the sake of the people, but he only became a county magistrate for so long.

When he was discouraged, he resigned and returned to his hometown to concentrate on writing, thinking that life would be like this.

I was getting old, but I didn't expect the dead wood to meet the young god in front of me!

Yes, it is indeed a man of God, otherwise where would he get so many drawings?

The details of those drawings and drawings, the meticulous explanations, and the neatness of the prints have never been seen in his life, although there are more wrong (simplified) and other (style) words, but it is harmless!

He never asked Liu Hongjian about the source of these drawings, just as he didn't see the AKM that Niu Zhuang was carrying, and not asking what should not be asked is the principle he adheres to the most.

Now he is not only the second-class head of this armory, but also in charge of thousands of craftsmen and countless resources under his command.

He can do whatever he wants, and all the costs are free.

Moreover, he was rewarded by His Majesty and was awarded the title of Captain of the Fifth Grade!

God is pitiful, he has been mixed with officialdom for nearly 20 years as a lifter, and he can be worthy of being a seven-grade county commander.

Now he just took the drawings given by the adults in front of him, and developed two or three weapons according to the maps, and he won the martial arts of the fifth grade.

He still remembered that when the palace came to read the holy decree, Zhang Feng, the cannon developer who was named the captain of the Liupin Wu Cavalry, fainted directly.

And he was stunned for a while before he reacted.

Knowing the grace of encounter, if a person can meet a noble person in this life, it is really a happy thing.

Obviously, the young man in front of him is his nobleman.

"Oh? What good things does Song Lao have to tell this official? Letting go of the heartache of spending silver, Liu Hong gradually cheered up and asked.

"The glass in our glass workshop has been successfully developed!" Song Yingxing handed over his hand to report to Liu Hongji.

"What? Glass? Oops, I'm the next Ao! Liu Hong clapped his hands excitedly, and all the unhappiness just now disappeared in an instant.

Glass, one of the three major pieces that the traverser earns money!

He Liu Hongjian can finally sell glass!

Song Yingxing knew that although his adult was a genius, he was inevitably emotional because he was young, and it was not surprising.

"Let's go, Old Song, take my father-in-law to take a look!" Liu Hong gradually pulled Song Yingxing's arm excitedly and walked towards the glass workshop outside the ordnance station.

The glass workshop now has nearly 20 old glazers and 50 or 60 workers who are responsible for hard work.

These old glazers have been refining glaze for a lifetime, and they have been bullied and oppressed for a lifetime, and they are all poor and have no temper.

When I arrived at this glass workshop, I entered heaven, not only with high salaries and good treatment, but no one came to shout at them.

They cherished this task and worked very hard to develop this thing called glass.

The difference between glass and glass, the production process is similar, but the materials are different, in the "Light Industry Foundation", the production method is clearly written.

These glazers are also experienced, studied all night, and soon succeeded in developing.

A glass about a foot long and wide lay flat on the wooden table, and Liu Hong gradually stroked it gently, as if caressing the silver of the white flowers.

Where is this Nima glass, this is all silver!

"Rich!"

PS: There will be another chapter later, to fill in yesterday's vacancy, everyone will rest early, but you can read it tomorrow.