"What other good things do you have to sell besides horses?"

Xu Shisong smiled and looked at the last row of Xu Shiyang's team, where there were five dejected and gray-faced men.

These five men did not grow hair, and only had a short layer of hair on their heads, as if they had just returned to secular life. It can be seen that they have good physical fitness - at least they used to be good, but now they are tortured and weak, and they look like they may die at any time.

Each of them carried a few pieces of cloth, and was pressed by the man from Shiwutun holding a knife and a stick, and knelt honestly on the side of the road without saying a word.

"Are you going to sell people?"

The Great Zhou prohibited population trading, but in this situation, the Great Zhou law can no longer control the area north of the Yangtze River, and it has degenerated to the point where only the jungle laws need to be followed.

"If you want to, it's okay to sell these to you, but they are no longer in shape now and probably won't be able to do any heavy work." Xu Shiyang smiled and said, "I'm here this time, mainly to sell the little silk I got last time."

Xu Shisong's question was originally intended to be a joke. He knew what the third brother in front of him did after the autumn harvest. To be honest, he admired him very much.

150 militias left the fort 20 miles and fought with a Muk Tartar!

If it weren't for the facts in front of me, Xu Shisong would never believe that such a thing could have happened.

Those are the invincible Jurchen Tartars! Facing them, if you can defend the fort, you will be considered a great victory, let alone a field battle!

Xu Shisong claimed to be brave and brave. When he dealt with bandits and refugees, he was always the leader of the Xu family, but if he changed his position, he would definitely not dare to attack the Tartars.

Xu Shiyang not only did this, but also won the battle! Not only did he capture a lot of money, but he even captured 15 prisoners!

What's even more exaggerated is that his casualties in the 15th trough are much smaller than those of the Tartars!

When did these Tartars become so careless?

Of course, it was not that the Tartars had become weaker. The third brother killed this Mouke, who had previously broken through the forts belonging to several wealthy families in the west. In terms of population, wealth and the thickness of the fort walls, those families were not weaker than the Xu family.

However, they were all captured by the same group of Tartars.

In other words, the Tartars are still as strong as before, but his third brother is stronger than the Tartars!

This can be confirmed by Xu Shiyang's lack of caring about the Tartar prisoners - it is said that 21 prisoners were actually captured at that time, and after returning to the fort, Xu Shiyang killed 6 on the spot!

Xu Shisong did not dare to think about fighting with the Tartars like his third brother, but he really wanted to buy a few Jurchen prisoners.

Although they were tortured by Xu Shiyang in a short time and were as honest as the little lamb, they were Tartars after all, and they were still very strong soldiers who were used to deal with bandits and refugees for a few days. They must be very useful!

Judging from Xu Shiyang's tone, there seems to be a way to do this?

So, Xu Shisong suddenly had new expectations, and he said tentatively: "The third brother is joking. The Tartars are the best soldiers. If they are given to me, they will not be willing to waste like the third brother."

"Brother is wrong." Xu Shiyang shook his head slightly: "The best soldiers in the world are us Han people. But many times, we don't use these good soldiers."

Xu Shisong smiled and did not continue the topic. He did not intend to argue with his third brother over such trivial matters.

"If you don't want it, how about selling all three stone grains to me alone?"

Xu Shiyang shook his head.

"Five stones!" Xu Shisong took the initiative to increase his bid.

Xu Shiyang still shook his head: "I don't want food."

"What do third brother want?"

"people."

"Didn't you rescue a lot of people from the Tartars?" Xu Shisong asked strangely: "Is there still a shortage of people?"

"The population is never enough." Xu Shiyang said with a smile: "But this time I want craftsmen, any craftsman is fine, of course, it is best to be a blacksmith."

"artisan……."

Speaking of this, Xu Shisong hesitated.

Craftsmen are all technical talents everywhere, especially blacksmiths. In Jiangbei today, qualified blacksmiths are probably not as many as those of the fort owners.

Which is more valuable to blacksmith or excellent soldiers is really worth thinking about.

"If my brother is reluctant, I have another plan here."

Xu Shiyang could understand his brother's hesitation. If he had done this multiple-choice question himself, he would definitely not have chosen any bullshit Tartar soldiers, but Xu Shisong, or other fortress owners, might be more inclined to a few Tartars who were loyal to him.

However, these Tartars were not loyal to the Han fortress lords, which was a shortcoming that people had to think about carefully.

Therefore, Xu Shiyang gave another choice from the beginning: according to his standards, ordering goods from other Xu family's fortress owners, and the craftsmen themselves still depend on the original fortress owners, but they just need to take out their time and raw materials to help Xu Shiyang produce the weapons he urgently needs.

The fire door gun technology is not complicated. In essence, it is a bamboo-joint iron pipe, with a tail (the place where the bracket is inserted), and the length ratio of the launch medicine chamber and the gun chamber is 1:2:3, which are 50 mm, 100 mm and 150 mm respectively. In order to ensure power, the diameter is more than 17 mm and the barrel is 8 mm thick.

In his previous life, this level of fire door gun could easily penetrate 2mm steel plates at a distance of 20 meters (the charge amount was 4.5 grams of black gunpowder).

Of course, Xu Shiyang's gunpowder cannot be compared with modern black gunpowder, and its power will inevitably be much weaker, but if the caliber and charge amount are guaranteed, there is no problem in breaking through the Tartar armor within 10 meters.

Another advantage is that the production of the fire door gun barrel that makes Xu Shiyang the most troublesome can be transferred to others, and he is only responsible for receiving the goods.

Even, technically, as long as the "imported" products can ensure basic values, some errors in other aspects can be accepted.

Xu Shiyang's bottom line is: the thickness of the barrel must be guaranteed, it can only be thick but not thin, otherwise it will be funny if the barrel explodes.

The caliber can be relaxed to 15 to 20 mm, even if it is larger, as long as it is not too small. The same is true for other values. After all, Shiwutun is now in a state of waiting for human equipment, and he can even equip each fire door gun with appropriate ammunition.

"It seems..., third brother, you just want to buy some iron pipes?" Xu Shisong asked inexplicably with the drawing given by Xu Shiyang (only one).

"Yes, just don't open it, leave me a partition." Xu Shiyang pointed at the design drawing, and then said: "A Tartar soldier replaced 5 such iron pipes. I can give you the person first, and then you can return it to me slowly."

"4." Xu Shisong didn't know what this thing was for, but it didn't prevent him from bargaining.

"Okay, I still have 15 Tartars in my hand, each of which will change 4 barrels." Xu Shiyang said with a smile: "This is the same for all brothers and uncles. Let's see who wants it and come to me directly."

"So this thing is called a gun barrel." Xu Shisong smiled, a little disregarded.
Chapter completed!