"See Bi Maokang, who presented this memorial, to the palace."

After saying that, Zhu Youxiao began to think carefully.

After watching the military camp at the martial arts stage, Zhu Youxiao felt a little more confident. Now, he finally had such an absolutely loyal army in his hands.

The regime came out of the gun, and none of the people who came here in later generations did not understand this truth. The 6,000 people's courageous guard camp was just the beginning.

Soon, Bi Maokang, with a nervous face, came.

Now he is just a small Shandong Yan Censor, a seventh-rank official. Although he has heavy local powers, he has no say when he comes to Beijing.

This time, he just returned to Beijing to report his work as usual at the beginning of the year, and he would set off to return to the Lianghuai office in a few days.

Since the Ming Dynasty, the Yan Censor of the Lianghuai Yanshu was summoned by the emperor of the dynasty, so I am probably the first person!

Thinking of this, he took two steps forward, did not dare to look at it, but just bowed respectfully and said, "I am the inspector of the salt censor Bi Maokang, please see the emperor."

"No gifts, and give them to sit."

While talking, Zhu Youxiao lay on the couch, holding the book of Zhao Gao in his hand, looking up and down at the powerful man in front of him.

Do you know that you are a priceless treasure here in me!

Although salt management is also a big deal for making money, there are top scorers in every 360 industry, and you are not the material for salt inspection.

Merchants say that the world's huge profits are all based on tea, horse, salt and iron.

Tea, horse, salt and iron, can make people get rich overnight, but because they are explicitly prohibited by the court from private trafficking, it can also cause people to search and destroy their families.

Among the thirteen supervising censors of the Censorate, those who specialize in inspecting salt affairs are called the Censor of the Censor of the Salt, one in the Huai River, one in the Zhejiang River, one in Changlu, and one in Hedong.

The main responsibility is to collect salt tax and supervise the sales of salt merchants.

Shandong has a inspection department, which is transferred to the official offices of the Salt Transportation Commission and other real powers. It was originally a temporary dispatched position as the Censor of the Salt Inspection Censor. After Emperor Yingzong, it gradually became institutionalized and surpassed the local salt inspection offices.

Nowadays, the selling of private salt that the court explicitly prohibits has long become an important part of bad businessmen becoming rich.

Thinking of this, Zhu Youxiao felt a little sad.

When it comes to private salt, the emperors of the Han Dynasty were simple and crude, and directly decided on the "salt and iron specialty". Since salt affairs make money, the money must be earned by the state!

Zhu Youxiao also wanted to do this, but now the gun barrel and knife handle are not hard, and the steps are too big and it is easy to pull the eggs.

Bi Maokang is now in his life, but his eyes are bright and energetic, and he looks so handsome that he looks good.

After the palace people who had just packed up the Xuande furnace lifted the chairs, Zhu Youxiao looked at him carefully and asked with a smile:

"I heard that you and your brother Maoliang are both good at firearms?"

If Bi Maokang was uneasy about why he asked him to come before, now he would be relieved.

It seems that my memorial played a role.

"The emperor is too proud, and I dare not call him good." Bi Maokang's words were low-key and unruly.

After living for fifty years, he is now only a seventh-rank salt inspector.

Bi Maokang originally thought that he would not have the fate of the word "天天天" in this life, but he did not expect that there would be a day when he could see Longyan with his own eyes.

When he received the news, Bi Maokang was a little excited and walked steadily on the way he came. Today, he was so wise and happy for the Ming Dynasty.

"The most feared by the Yilu is the firearm." Zhu Youxiao picked up his memorial and smiled and said, "This is your original words, and I also agree with it."

Bi Maokang could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart and shouted: "The emperor is wise, our dynasty is the indispensable firearm!"

He has been studying the self-generated bird gun. If it can be really built, the combat performance of the Ming army on the battlefield will be greatly improved.

Many people who hear this are dissatisfied with their lifelong efforts. Now that someone finally realizes the power of self-generated muskets, and they are still the emperor, how can he not be excited?

But the next moment, Zhu Youxiao's problems made him feel like he was poured with a basin of cold water on his head.

"How long does it take to build a self-generated bird gun now and how much does it cost?"

Zhu Youxiao's words are very simple and realistic. The self-generated bird gun in the words is the name of "Suiqiu" in the Ming Dynasty.

How do you build it without money? How do you build it without technology?

Bi Maokang pondered for a while and said, "The self-grown bird gun is just my guess. I have not yet made a real gun. The specific price and manufacturing time are only estimated..."

"Then you just estimate that I only have a rough idea." Zhu Youxiao said immediately.

"If a skilled craftsman can polish and manufacture a bird gun barrel, it will take more than one month to improve the self-generated bird gun after the firing device. If calculated based on a single blacksmith furnace, it will be at least two months."

"As for the price, it should be about three taels of silver per pole..." Speaking of this, Bi Maokang wanted to speak but stopped, and finally closed his mouth and stopped talking.

What he just said is just the ideal situation he guessed.

This does not count the time for making the spring material of the flintlock mechanism, and there is also the loss and waste time caused in case of a failed gun trial.

He was afraid that if he told everything, the emperor who had finally become interested in the self-generated bird gun would give in a temporary revenge.

"Well, it's twice as expensive than the bird gun, and it's twice as slower than the manufacturing..."

Zhu Youxiao was talking to himself, which made Bi Maokang feel a little worried.

Since he ascended the throne, Zhu Youxiao, in addition to practicing riding horses, read books and calligraphy, was also once a day and never stopped.

After reading the classics in the palace, I learned that in the 48th year of Wanli, the manufacturing time of a bird gun used by a guard was about more than one month, and the price was less than two taels of silver.

According to Bi Maokang's estimate, it will take at least two months for a skilled craftsman to make a gun.

As for the cost, it even reached one pound of three taels.

What if it explodes and is not made?

Wouldn't all this money be wasted...

At this moment, Zhu Youxiao sighed again. He used to think that if he became an emperor, he would not have to worry about food or drink. The whole world is his own and he is the richest.

Now let’s take a look at it again. Apart from the lower class, the poorest one is himself.

Why is everyone in the world doing better than me?

In fact, although Bi Maokang's concerns are reasonable, they are completely unnecessary.

Zhu Youxiao was a time-traveler in later generations. In this era, he naturally knew what was the most powerful, and he could not be scared.

No matter how much the price you pay, you must make a gun. You must know that training a qualified musketeer is much easier than an archer and a cavalry.

With this thing, the next step is to build Napoleon cannons. If the brass is really not refined, then it is okay to build twelve-pound infantry cannons in the second place.

When there are guns and cannons, it is so sour to deal with cavalry cluster charges like Jianlu.

Specific examples have already appeared in later generations.

In the Battle of Bali Bridge, the famous general of the late Qing Dynasty, tens of thousands of cavalry of the Qing Dynasty continued with their heroic and unyielding fighting spirit, and finally achieved a brilliant record of thousands of casualties without hurting the enemy.

Zhu Youxiao believed that such a record would be enough to be recorded in history.

Thinking of this, Zhu Youxiao gritted his teeth and stomped his feet.

"I plan to build a military weapon department, with one civil servant in the military weapon department, and the subordinate officials are assistant managers, assistant secretary, chief officer, supervisor, etc., and you will arrange the details."

"The emperor trusts me so much, I can't repay you!" Bi Maokang burst into tears, looking like he couldn't believe it.

"I haven't finished speaking yet, please get up." Zhu You corrected his words: "This military weapon bureau is not affiliated with the Ministry of War and does not belong to the inner court. From then on, I will be your immediate superior."

"I will first grant you 50,000 silver taels to select a site to build the official office and the blacksmith house. If it is not enough, I will ask for it again. If it is made by foreigners, I will be fine in the Ming Dynasty!"

"But listen well, I only give you three months to build a self-generated bird gun. I will withdraw you and replace you. Do you understand?"

Hearing this, Bi Maokang felt that the task was arduous and the journey was long, and his passion turned into three powerful words.

"I obey the order!"
Chapter completed!