Chen Mu did not forget to use the Guan family gun to find a few guns outside where no one was found. The flint of the gun string was very effective. It was not until he fired the twelfth gun that he did not get angry once.

Moreover, the efficiency of loading is a little faster, after all, the action of loading a fuse is reduced.

The cost of a new gun is two cents and seven cents of silver more expensive than the old gun. In fact, his own craftsman uses materials to choose materials and the cost of a gun is less than two taels of silver.

If you don’t actually understand the process of making guns, ordinary people will not be able to see through the craftsman’s lies. Instead, the fallacy that forty kilograms of iron is made into eight kilograms is widely circulated.

Iron ore can produce at least 30% of the iron yield rate when it is refined into iron. Forty kilograms of iron are made into eight kilograms. Is it better to have Fujian iron? There are still 10% of the impurities in the iron, so where does the remaining thirty kilograms of iron go?

Eated by borers.

Apart from reducing the range and power to negligible, as a rifle, this is a good new gun shape.

If it is a cavalry gun, it is perfect.

The shorter gun barrel can ensure that it is convenient for riders to use on horseback. Just stick a thin layer of short velvet leather with a slightly smaller circle to ensure that the lead balls are inserted into the gun barrel and will not leak even if they bump.

But it is too early to think about this trend now.

Chen Junye couldn't even get twenty war horses, let alone a superb rider who could ride horses and had superb riding skills and could load medicines.

It does not exist.

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

If the subsequent skills are not changed, the more mature spring flintlock may eventually be used, but at least in the past few dozens or hundreds of years, the firing rate and trigger of this set of guns will be better than the immature flintlock gun.

Guan Yuangu was really talented and actually added the structure of the crossbow machine to the bird gun. Chen Mu thought about it himself and would not have figured it out for a hundred years.

"Build twenty more shots and make more small flag arrows, which may be used in a few days."

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

Chen Mu was eager to try, suppressing the rebels, suppressing the miners, and bullying the refugees who could not survive. These Ming Dynasty troops were used to orders that he felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

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

Seeing the flintlock gun made Chen Mu feel a big deal. His family soldiers would be better armed with firearms. This was the only good news he saw in the Qianhu, Xiangshan, which was in a mess.

After Shao Tingda was arranged to train with more than 100 flag troops in the garrison, Lou Qimai commanded Yu Ding to prepare for transplanting rice seedlings, Chen Mu had time to meet the two translators.

Fu Yuanying got out, and not long after, he took a man and a woman into the front hall.

The woman was naturally the prostitute Fu Yuan found from Hao Jingao. She wore a green scarf and a silver hairpin, a soap-colored half-shirt, and a silk dress embroidered with butterflies. She was over thirty years old and had ordinary face, light makeup, and her eyes were charming. She had a small mouth and slender waist. She could tell that she had a good appearance when she was young.

Neither like Chen Mu saw those young wives and girls in Qingyuanwei in the past, nor was he dressed fresh like Yan Qingyao. He could tell at a glance that he was not a good woman.

The man was even more unexpected to Chen Mu. He was an old man over 50 years old. His skin was dark, his fingers were thick, and he was exposed to the wind and sun. He was a person who made a living on the sea. He was wearing a worn monk's black robe, a cross on his chest, and a thick book in his hand. He stood in the hall without being humble or arrogant.

But his hands were shaking.

"I have a visit to Lord Qianhu, what's the matter with calling the girl from the village!"

The prostitute's words meant to be teasing. Perhaps it was because he had long lived in Macau and had forgotten Wang Hua, or it might be because of his profession. He still didn't forget to give Chen Mu a charming look.

The words of the Ming monks became a little stiff, as if they hadn't spoken Chinese for a long time, and they spoke with a word as precious as gold, "Go to the common people, thousands of households."

Chen Mu sat on the chair, leaning back slightly, his eyes focused on the monk's hands and waist. His hands had calluses formed by holding swords for a long time, and his waist had a buckle of a sword.

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

"I am Chen Mu, Qianhu, Xiangshan." Chen Mu sat upright, holding one knee and putting the other hand on the tea table, and asked the two of them: "What are your names, where are you from, and what are your identities?"

Seeing that Chen Mu didn't eat this, the prostitute bowed and said softly: "My name is Die Niang, a native of Quanzhou, Fujian. He makes a living in Haojing, and of course he is a good woman."

Look how much I believe in you!

Chen Mu ignored her and raised his hand to let her sit aside. He turned his eyes to the Ming monk and signaled him to speak.

"I am Anthony, a Jesuit monk, who served Father Shappelly, lived in Haojingao for more than 20 years and has been to many places." Anthony, a Ming monk, arched his hand and said, "Your Excellency Qianhu, I heard that you want to manage Haojing, Father Peleth can help you, and he is waiting for you in Haojingao."

After saying that, the old man also swung the cross on his chest and wrote it down with a good look, which looked much more decent than asking him to bow.

Chen Mu really wanted to ask whether this old monk, who didn't even have a name in the Ming Dynasty, still regarded himself as a citizen of the Ming Dynasty, and it would be useless to ask.

Anthony gave him a strange feeling, as if their status was equal, but in fact their status was never equal.

In this era, whether in the East or the West, whether in Buddhism or Catholicism, there is no equality.

Therefore, Chen Mu is more likely to regard this expression as a sense of superiority, and he doesn't like this feeling of superiority.

Like a colonist facing the colonized.

"I understand. I will let him come in a while. Please stay here first during this period."

Chen Mu had many questions about Hao Jingao. The Jesuit monks were undoubtedly the ones who lived in Australia for the longest time and the most suitable candidate.

But he also believes that it is not a good time to get in touch with missionaries now.

When he knew Hao Jing as if it were white paper, he would have preconceived ideas if he listened to anyone first. If he had to take preconceived ideas, he would rather listen to the prostitutes in the Ming Dynasty than accept the crazy believers who filled their minds with religion.

The monks who can persist in spreading across the ocean to the East to preach mission are naturally all crazy believers, and the servants taught by crazy believers are of course also crazy believers.

But Chen Mu admired the monks who were blessed with faith and were calm about their situation.

Anthony seemed to have expected this result. Even if he was called, he would linger and leave without any surprise. He nodded and followed the flag army and walked out in a step, still stalking with his head held high.

"Hmph, fake aphrodisi!"

As soon as Anthony left, Die Niang ridiculed Anthony's back with disgust. She turned her head and looked at Chen Mu with a smile on her face, and said, "Oh, Lord Qianhu, why do you want to find someone who speaks a foreign language? Can he have the same heart as the imperial court? The foreign language slaves will do it. You know everything about Hao Jing'ao, so you are not waiting for you to ask."

Chen Mu exhaled a breath of turbid air, leaned against the back of the chair, and looked at the carved beams for a moment.

"You said he was a fake fanatic, and then Chen could believe you, the wife of the Japanese pirates?"
Chapter completed!