Lord of Ming Dynasty

"Okay, you have [-] point of mental power." The system said to Zhang Qiang again at this time.

"I have [-] point of spiritual power?" Zhang Qiang didn't know what to say.

"Yes, after this exercise, you have gained a little spiritual power, let's practice slowly in the future."

"How do I cultivate?" Zhang Qiang didn't know how to cultivate at all, and he didn't know how this mental power would help him.

"Exercise your body and improve your physical fitness. When your physical fitness improves, your stamina will increase, and your mental strength will naturally increase," the system seemed to say carelessly.

"Isn't this nonsense?" Zhang Qiang was very puzzled by the system's perfunctory. Could it be that he was fooling himself just because of such a thousand matchlock guns?

This is not a pseudo-system, or I can't bring him any benefits here at all, and the system despises me.

"You guessed it right, you are indeed of no benefit to the system, your time travel was an accident," the system said.

"Why was my time-traveling an accident, that time-traveling was not an accident, but I have to live a good life, but I have to come to this place that is hundreds of years behind, is it just to satisfy my own vanity? I would rather not, you Let me go back?" Zhang Qiang was furious.

"Stop arguing, a thousand matchlock guns will be exchanged for a little spiritual power in the future." The system said angrily.

"Just a little bit." Zhang Qiang is a very nice person, he is very generous and tolerant of his inability to mess with people and things.

"What use is this mental power to me?" Zhang Qiang asked.

"Didn't Zhu Dadian, and even You Haibo and others bow down to you when you first crossed over? That's because when you crossed over, you brought a lot of spiritual power cultivated by the lord himself. Only strong spiritual power When you are strong, you can even entrust some people out of the lord world and obey your management. When you are a little bit stronger, didn't Wei Wuji and others also submit to you?"

"That's true." Zhang Qiang looked back on the past. When he first came, he was full of confidence and seemed to have endless energy. Now he always feels bored, bored, confused, and doesn't know what to do every day.

"Now you don't have this kind of spiritual power, because when you just crossed over, it affected your own lord character in the game and took away a lot of his spiritual power, but this kind of his own spiritual power evaporates in the real world. Soon, you also used this mental power to rapidly promote the growth of the commanding skills and coaching skills given to you by the system in the early stage. Now your commanding skills are at full level, although the coaching skills are not at full level, it’s not bad.”

Zhang Qiang followed the system, agreeing one by one in his heart.

"In the future, you will have to rely on your own mental strength to upgrade your skills and practice," the system said.

"What do you need to practice here?"

"I just need to have historical memory, and then find some good people to help me." Zhang Qiang said indifferently.

This is not a game world, and he still has mental power. He has no mood to do these things at all. Although the system hints that the mental power is strong, it can influence others and make them accept their heads, but he thinks that he can use other methods to obtain this. This kind of recognition, such as making the territory of the Jinhua Rebel Army a stable life, economic prosperity, and strong military strength to attack the enemy after repeated battles and failures. .

Demonstration points are powerful.

When he builds the territory into a beautiful and positive place, with rapid technological development and talents everywhere, many people will come here naturally as if attracted by a magnet.

Just like the United States, our great dynasty has worked hard to train generations of talents, but those who can stay in the motherland are hopeless talents. All high-end scientists and rich people have gone to other people, saying that they are overseas Chinese. The second generation became yellow-skinned and white-hearted Americans.

You say Americans, let the family hold their heads high, very proud.

You say Chinese, people are not happy, your family is Chinese, your whole family is Chinese, I am an authentic American.

Zhang Qiang also wanted to achieve this effect.

"Hey, don't be sloppy, what are you thinking, your reputation is only useful in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Fujian in the south, and far away in the Yongli court, you are not a person." The system poured cold water on Zhang Qiang.

"He dares." Feeling humiliated, Zhang Qiang shouted angrily.

"Why don't you dare? At what time is it now? Traffic basically depends on walking, and communication basically depends on shouting. Some people spend their entire lives in a radius of more than ten miles from his house, and when they go to a town to go to the market, they feel that it is too beautiful. Silk cloth, I feel that life is better, your thoughts, what is the attraction to those people, the only way you can do it is to call and let them know your existence."

Zhang Qiang understood.

"But in the past, these soldiers and horses alone can't do it, and matchlock guns alone can't do it. Cannons, cannons are needed. He remembered, thinking about it day and night, and thinking about it gave him a headache. He just wanted to build cannons."

"Hey, system, how about the cannon, is there any good way?"

The system said: "This is what I asked you for. When you crossed over, you left some memories on the character in the world of riding and cutting. There is an article about making these low-level cannons that you looked up when you were writing the novel. Since you gave him a thousand arquebus guns, and I told him that he also agreed to meet some of your requirements, then I will leave this article to you."

Zhang Qiang's eyes widened and he walked around. He never thought that the system owned by a traverser would actually help the traverser in this way.

"Bring it." Zhang Qiang said.

"This is the parchment scroll he copied, you have finished it." The system suddenly presented a page that looked like a parchment scroll in front of Zhang Qiang.

Zhang Qiang opened it, but this time he didn't let him merge into his body like learning spiritual power, and disappeared without a trace. It felt like Zhu Bajie ate the life fruit and didn't feel the taste.

This paper is like a real medieval parchment. I don't know if it can be sold as an antique in Europe.

Shaking his head to drive away distracting thoughts, Zhang Qiang looked down at the things on the parchment, unexpectedly he could understand it,

There are many things that he cannot turn into actual steps and things, but it is estimated that Sebastian can.Just leave it to him.

Chapter 163 Iron mold building artillery method [-]

After finding Sebastian, Zhang Qiang took out the scroll and handed it to him, "Sebastian, take a look, is there any help for you?"

Sebastian held the parchment scroll given by Zhang Qiang, looked up at Zhang Qiang in confusion, then lowered his head to carefully examine the contents of the parchment, and did not speak for a long time.

After a while, he started talking to himself, frowned, pondered carefully, his expression was unpredictable, and finally turned around the room with the parchment roll behind his back, even talking to himself, saying something that Zhang Qiang didn't understand. if.

"it is good,"

"Great,"

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency Governor, with this method, we can increase the production of artillery, and with this method, according to my estimation, the scrap rate will be greatly reduced, and even a [-]% yield can be achieved."

He was overjoyed, and circled around Zhang Qiang, regardless of whether Zhang Qiang understood it or not, the appearance of that kind of technical talent with good methods and skills was completely displayed, and he completely forgot that the person standing in front of him could make decisions. The governor of his life and death.

Zhang Qiang is also very happy. He still likes such a person very much. He once wanted to be such a person. When he was a child, people asked him, what do you want to be when you grow up?What is your ideal?

He opened his mouth and said, I want to be a scientist, because he read books, movies, and TV all praised these people in this way.

Later, he wanted to be an artist. These guys are people who turn on the road that others don't take, and tell others that he is better than you and superior to others by being different from others.

Later he wanted to be a writer, because the books of Jin Yong, Chen Qingyun, Wo Longsheng, Wen Ruian, Huang Yi, etc. accompanied him through his childhood, youth, and even youth, but he was too stupid, let alone a writer , a writer is not good.

He wants to be a soldier in the future, because he can wipe out the Japanese devils, but our Celestial Dynasty, let alone destroying the Japanese devils, will only scream when he hears the Japanese devils, and even more fierce when he hears the American devils, but he has never sent soldiers to teach him a lesson. he.

Later, he thought that being a soldier is worse than being a gangster, because as a child from the countryside, he entered the city and was bullied by those local hooligans and school gangsters. His pride and patience, fist and stick told him, boy, you alone, a group of us, you will never be able to beat us.

In the end, he had no choice but to drift with the tide, hang around the construction site as a scholar, wear a pair of glasses, and while being laughed at as a scholar, he sweats profusely and earns hard money. At the same time, like them, he dreams of getting rich one day and changing his life Life.

At this time, he was far from his original dream. If he tried harder, he could no longer rely on what Ma Yun said. A person must have a dream. If it comes true, this sentence can make him realize his dream. It's time.

Back to reality, he coughed a few times, pulling Sebastian back from his fantasy.

"Sebastian, is it really possible with our current technology?"

Sebastian nodded vigorously, "Yes, my lord, this is not a problem at all, although it is a bit difficult, but I think I can overcome it, with this method, we can increase our cannon output from monthly to Ten doors, increase to ten doors a day."

Zhang Qiang's previous cannons were all captured or dismantled from other city walls. Although there were many, they were very miscellaneous and the quality was worrying. Moreover, many cannons, such as tiger crouching cannons and Franco cannons, even if they belonged to the Portuguese, It can only be used as waste, and it can be recast. After having Sebastian, he has been bombarded by Zhang Qiang in the past two years. Inside the coastal fortifications.