Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

The military supplies were collected in just three months, and now Lin Yuan's execution ability is unprecedentedly strong, and everyone believes that Lin Yuan will lead them to a better life, with sufficient food and weapons, not only In this way, the weapons are all excellent.

Lin Yuan has weapon arsenals and factories in every city. The daily work of blacksmiths is to forge weapons. The better the quality of weapons, the more monthly salary they can get. Quality represents commission, so even if blacksmiths don’t eat Not drinking, but also thinking about how to forge the weapon to be sharper, more resilient, and not easy to break.

Looking at the long knives in front of him, Lin Yuan thought of the weapons of the enemy army that had been confiscated in several battles. Before troubled times and in peaceful times, the number of weapons was almost certain. If there is a knife, then the police probably will go to his house to greet him.

So in troubled times, when you open the arsenal, most of the weapons are rusted. Due to technical limitations, there are many long knives that are sharp, but they will break when they are folded.

It's like a more modern utility knife, if it's not sharp anywhere, just smash that part with a stone and continue to use it.

The consumption and wear and tear of weapons is enormous, as is the cost involved.

Lin Yuan sometimes regrets that he didn't study science and engineering. He really doesn't know how to make steel.

Except for Lin Yuan, the weapons of several rebel armies are not very good. The cost of making weapons is too high. For them, it is better to fight a few more battles and capture more, which is convenient and cheap.

Anyway, the battle will definitely be fought, and it is a surprise to be able to gain something.

After Lin Yuan inspected the random batch of weapons, Chen Bosong asked someone to carry them down.

These knives will still break, but they are much better than before. In fact, sometimes Lin Yuan feels that people are degenerate in some aspects, such as the forging process of the Bronze Age, and the toughness of the bronze swords unearthed in modern times can even be comparable to weapons made by modern technology. It is more than a little bit ahead of the European Middle Ages.

Many of the swords used by Europeans in the Middle Ages were made of cast iron, which would break with a little force.

This situation lasted for a very long time.

However, the bronze forging technology has not been handed down, and the weapon forging has fallen into a bottleneck.

Lin Yuan picked up the long sword carefully crafted for him by the blacksmiths - the sword is not very practical on the battlefield, it is easy to break, it is not easy to use, and it is difficult to operate, so the sword is generally a symbol of status, and it is considered an ancient sword. Men's "luxury".

Since the craftsmen dared to send it to Lin Yuan, it proved that this was their most proud work.

Lin Yuan first picked up the long sword to weigh the weight, and then lifted the sword and slashed at the wooden table next to it. It was not easy, but in the end he cut off a corner of the wooden table, and Lin Yuan pointed the tip of the sword to the ground again, slowly press down.

The sword body bent more and more, and when it reached less than half of its original height, the sword broke.

"Let them try again." Lin Yuan said to Chen Bosong, "It can be even better."

Chen Bosong was expressionless, bleeding from his heart, such a good sword...

Lin Yuan sighed, he didn't see the regret in Chen Bosong's eyes: "Are Song Shizhao and Luo Ben?"

Chen Bosong: "It should be on the way."

Lin Yuan nodded and said, "I can relax when they come."

At first, Lin Yuan was worried that Song Shizhao and Robben would not deal with each other, but in fact their relationship was not bad. Lin Yuan was a little surprised by this. After all, Song Shizhao was wary of those who did not have real talents, let alone Robben. This kind of person really has real materials.

Although they are not close friends, they maintain a good relationship on the surface. I heard that they chatted and drank together when they had the opportunity. Song Shizhao pretended to be drunk and refused to pay for the drinks.

Chen Bosong also knew how busy Lin Yuan was recently, and Lin Yuan hardly had time to sleep. He also had dark bags under his eyes during this period of time when he was with Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan yawned. He felt that he should catch up on some sleep, but he was a little excited.

Lin Yuan said softly, "I don't know what happened to Ni Wenjun."

Ni Wenjun, who was far away in Hanyang, sneezed. The counselor beside him was taken aback, and quickly said concerned: "Last night there was a cold wind, the general needs to take care of his health."

Ni Wenjun waved his hand. He was tall and tall, with a square face, big eyes, and a loyal look. He said to the people around him, "It's nothing serious, but a little cool breeze, what can I do?"

The adviser saw that there was nothing wrong with Ni Wenjun, so he was relieved.

Ni Wenjun asked, "How's the food?"

"It's all ready," said the counselor.

Although there are a lot of old sesame seeds and rotten millet, they are still food and can fill the stomach.

Ni Wenjun asked again: "Where are the weapons?"

There was a smile on the counselor's face. He has been busy with this recently. If a worker wants to benefit from his work, he must first sharpen his tools. Although food and grass are a big deal, what can soldiers not eat?It's fine if you don't die from food or starvation, but weapons are different. He feels that he has done a good job, and he can't help but show it on his face: "The confiscated loss was a lot, so my subordinates sent someone to buy some more. When they come back, they are all unparalleled in sharpness, which will surely make soldiers move forward indomitable."

Ni Wenjun was about to praise him, but the servant outside the house said: "General, Zhou Jianjun asks to see you."

The Supervising Army is the person sent by the emperor to monitor in the barracks, but now that the government is under the control of Ni Wenjun, the Supervising Army naturally loses its original function.

"Zihao is here." Ni Wenjun smiled a little, "Tell him to come in."

Zhou Zihao's name is Zhou Zheng, his character is proud, he looks like a scholar, he looks like a modest gentleman, Ni Wenjun thinks that he is the material to be an emperor, aren't all the ministers around the emperor such literati?So he has always treated Zhou Zihao with courtesy.

The counselor standing aside saw Zhou Zihao and wanted to kick him out.

Those of them who followed Ni Wenjun wanted to win Ni Wenjun's favor.

Ni Wenjun has only one person, and the seats around him are full of carrots and pits. They are all pursuing greater interests, occupying a place next to Ni Wenjun, in order to become Ni Wenjun's most valued person, if they kill Only those who work with themselves can climb up, and they will also raise their butcher knives at each other.

Ni Wenjun himself was a fisherman with little education, and most of his counselors were monks halfway through, with no family inheritance, which made Zhou Zihao come out.

But as soon as Zhou Zihao came in, his face was dark, and it was obvious at a glance that he was not in a very happy mood.

Ni Wenjun himself was in a good mood, and asked, "What's wrong with Zihao? What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Zihao snorted coldly. He has always been like this in front of Ni Wenjun. He knows that Ni Wenjun admires the character of a literati, so no matter whether he has this thing or not, he must have it in front of Ni Wenjun. He waved his sleeves and said, "General Why don't you ask Brother Wu what absurd thing he did? What is the great cause of the general? Is it because he is anxious about the general, or is he trying to assassinate the general!"

What he said was too serious, Counsellor Wu blushed and said angrily: "You, you spit on you! You are relying on the general's love, and you are talking nonsense! Telling the truth! General! Don't listen to this person's nonsense!"

Zhou Zihao turned around and said coldly: "Brother Wu, boo! Someone Zhou doesn't want to be with wolves!"

"Hey." Ni Wenjun smoothed things over, "What is this for? It's just a discussion, but it's more tense than a war. Didn't Zihao tell me last time that it's better for colleagues to be harmonious?"

Only then did Zhou Zihao hold back his breath, and calmly said to Ni Wenjun: "General, in order to have enough food and grass, he replaced fine grains with old grains. Someone reported this morning, and those old grains can be turned into ashes if you pinch them with your hands. General, how can a soldier fight with such food? Since ancient times, soldiers and horses have not moved for food and grass, and without food and grass, how can soldiers and horses move?"

Ni Wenjun was taken aback, and he turned to look at Advisor Wu: "Didn't you just say..."

Counselor Wu gritted his teeth: "Zhou Zheng! You are exaggerating. Although it is old grain, it will not turn into ashes. Now that there is a war, where is there any fine grain? If there is fine grain, it will be bought up by the big households long ago, which is forced expropriation." I can’t afford to feed an entire army!”

Ni Wenjun nodded: "It also makes sense, Zihao, the output of the field is not very good now..."

Zhou Zihao said to Ni Wenjun: "General, I know he must be cunning and cunning, so I brought over the grain he put in the granary. Look."

He took out a small cloth bag from his pocket. As soon as the cloth bag was opened, a musty smell rushed to his face and filled the room.

Even Ni Wenjun couldn't help but hold his breath, this kind of old grain... How many years must it be?

Ni Wenjun also lived a hard life, but no matter how hard the life was, he never ate a pinch of chaff that turned to ashes.

Zhou Zihao clenched his fist and exerted a little force, the chaff turned to ashes, and as soon as he let go, the ashes scattered.

Slowly floating in the air, and then fell to the ground.

Ni Wenjun's face also darkened, and he turned to ask the counselor: "This is what you feed my general's soldiers? Don't your horses eat this? The soldiers are going to give their lives to this general. You It is to kill them!"

The counselor didn't dare to quibble anymore, he quickly knelt down, and said tremblingly: "General, you don't have enough money! The weapons are made of fine iron. If you don't have weapons, how can you kill the enemy in battle? General! The subordinates are also the same!" For you!"

Ni Wenjun also knew that there was not enough silver. Although he could use a lot, what is the price of weapons now?

Weapons are too expensive, so food will naturally be placed in the back row.

Zhou Zihao sneered and said, "I knew what you said. Brother Wu, the great general descended from heaven, and all the people of insight in the world are willing to attach themselves to the great general. A few days ago, a businessman came to my door and was willing to send food to him. General, what's wrong? Brother Wu never thought of this? He still wants credit, so he doesn't care?"

Ni Wenjun: "Wait, you said that a businessman wants to send food to this general?"

Only then did Zhou Zihao kneel down: "The Great General's destiny belongs to him! Even a businessman will naturally submit to the Great General."

Although what he promised Jiang Guang was to collect his grain, he didn't promise how much money he would give Jiang Guang.

As a businessman, can he still fight against the powerful?

The author has something to say: Jiang Guang: Damn it!He actually wanted to cheat me!

Fortunately, I must be bigger than him.