Chapter 48 Pepper Harvest

Xiaobai came in from the outside and saw Zhu Zhanji staring blankly outside with the binoculars, so he smirked and brought the tea to the table, then whispered into Fang Xing's ear, "Master, is he stupid?" ?”

Fang Xing saw Zhu Zhanji looking outside, so he slapped Xiaobai's buttocks, and when her face was burning red, he said in a low voice, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and ask someone to prepare lunch."

Xiaobai felt a numbness behind him, and hurriedly lowered his head and went out.

"Brother Dehua, this thing is so ingenious, is it also from overseas?"

Zhu Zhanji finally put down the binoculars and asked in shock.

"certainly."

Fang Xing played with the toy car and said: "The Europa people, that is, the Taixi people, have already made great strides in industry, and now they are only these things, but when they make the cannon bigger and bigger, when they make the musket When it is accurate and convenient, Taishun, tell me, does Daming have a future?"

Zhu Zhanji looked at the telescope in his hand, secretly shocked.

Fang Xing didn't want to provoke him further, he just said like a prophecy: "Do you believe it? At most hundreds of years later, people at that time can talk to people thousands of miles away just by holding a small object .”

"Is that a fairy?"

Zhu Zhanji felt that this was the trick of the gods, and it was probably Fang Xing's imagination.

Fang Xing didn't try to defend himself, he just said, "Thousands of years ago, who would have thought that there would be a telescope?"

After seeing off Zhu Zhanji, who had a heavy heart, Fang Xing realized that this guy had taken the telescope away.

...

"Master, the peppers are all red."

The chili harvest in Fangjiazhuang was bumper, and it was a piece of red.

Ma Su took a bite of the chili while recording the output, and it turned out...

"Water, I want water..."

"Hahahaha! Mr. Xiucai wants to drink water, whoever of you has milk will give him a sip!"

Seeing that Ma Su was recruited, the dealers all laughed.

A woman who was picking peppers with her child on her back snorted and said, "Go and find the cows!"

Every household came out, and even children joined in the work of harvesting.

Fang Xing handed over the scene to Jay Chou, and went to the kitchen with more than a dozen red peppers.

Hua Niang was taken aback when she saw Fang Xing's appearance, but he pushed her aside.

"Chili fried pork!"

This was Fang Xing's favorite dish in the factory back then, it was delicious and easy to eat.

The uncontaminated red peppers are just washed randomly in water and cut into long slices.

Heat up the oil pan, add ginger and garlic to sauté until fragrant, then slide in the oiled meat slices, stir-fry, add chili, add broth...

In a few minutes, a steaming chili fried pork is ready.

With a big steamed bun, Fang Xing squinted his eyes to enjoy it, and was soon sweating profusely.

Chunsheng saw that Fang Xing was eating happily, and after he left, he also ate the remaining chili, and then drank water like crazy.

Since Li Mao was admitted to Juren this year, he has been studying in Zhuangshang recently. After hearing the servant's report, he put down his book and wandered around to have a look.

Lijiazhuang was a little quiet, and the farmers had no work to do, so they could only go to the mountains to find some wild food to prepare for the cat winter.

The tall and handsome Li Mao was the focus of attention wherever he went. Standing at the border between his home and Fangjiazhuang, he watched the farmers happily picking peppers, and asked, "What is that?"

The servant scratched his head and said, "I heard that the villain is called chili pepper. As for what it is for, even the people in Fangjiazhuang don't know."

Li Mao looked at those red things suspiciously, recalling the last time his father confessed that he and his grandson almost failed in the match, his heart moved, and he took advantage of the opportunity when a daughter-in-law from Fangjiazhuang came over, and asked with a refined posture : "Little lady, dare to ask what is that?"

The little daughter-in-law blushed from Li Mao's handsome appearance,

But after seeing the chili pepper in the direction of the folding fan, he squinted at him and said, "That's something from our Zhuangzi. Why do you ask about it?"

Li Mao didn't expect that his appearance didn't work, but the little daughter-in-law stepped back vigilantly, holding the clothes-beating stick high in her hand, ready to run away at any moment.

This shit is stricter than the management of the barracks!

But the more this happened, the more interested Li Mao was in this pepper.

Amidst the sound of horseshoes, Zhu Zhanji came back.

Fang Xing looked at Zhu Zhanji hanging the telescope on his chest with a strange expression, it looked out of harmony no matter what.

"Brother Dehua, my younger brother has already informed my father. My father hopes that Brother Dehua will control the craftsman's land, and at least get this telescope out."

Zhu Zhanji's eyes were a little swollen, which was the result of playing with the telescope all the way.

Fang Xing shook his head when he heard that, "It's not appropriate for me to be in charge of that place. Without this name, the people below won't listen to me."

This is a problem. Li Qi, the original person in charge of the craftsman's land, is still a Genuine Seventh Grade, and he is still dispatched by the Ministry of Industry, which is justified!

And it is a bit difficult for those people to obey the orders of a white body.

Zhu Zhanji asked unwillingly: "Isn't it okay to have my father as a guarantor?"

Fang Xing threw the chili peppers he picked into the wooden basin, and said with a smile, "It's hard! But I want to try making muskets, and it's in Fangjiazhuang."

Zhu Zhanji frowned, which presented him with a problem.

According to the law of the Ming Dynasty, if a private person forges a weapon, the result will be the destruction of the family.

After Zhu Fang came to Fangjiazhuang, Fang Xing actually had this plan, but he was only worried about being reported, so he endured until now.

Zhu Zhanji patted the palm of his hand with a whip, and finally said with emotion: "Brother Dehua, don't worry, I will write a letter to Grandpa Huang immediately and file in advance."

Just do what you say, Zhu Zhanji immediately wrote a letter, and then sent someone to send it to the capital.

If it was Zhu Gaochi who wrote the letter, then Fang Xing would be able to pack up his belongings, and the whole family was going to flee overseas. But if Zhu Zhanji, Zhu Di's beloved grandson, wrote the letter, then he thinks he can wait and see.

Now that the letter had been written, Fang Xing called Zhu Fang.

During the half month that Zhu Fang lived in Fangjiazhuang, he really ate and drank well, and the injury on his knee had long since healed, so he came here a little anxiously when he heard Fang Xing's call.

Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji were sitting in the study, Zhu Fang hurriedly prepared to kneel down, but was stopped by Fang Xing.

Fang Xing helped Zhu Fang up, and said meaningfully: "I, Daming, kneeled too much, and I lost all the blood of a good man. I kneel to the sky, kneel to my parents, kneel to the king, and I am not allowed to kneel in Fangjiazhuang from now on."

Zhu Zhanji listened to these words with some dumbfounding, he knew that Fang Xing was expressing his dissatisfaction.

Zhu Fang stood restrained when she saw Fang Xing take out a blueprint.

This is a drawing of a musket, the trigger is used to control the matchlock, and the medicine room is not large. And it can be clearly seen that the rear of the barrel, where the powder is charged, is thicker than the front.

"This is to prevent the bomb from exploding, and what I am most concerned about is the drilling process."

Fang Xing explained that he racked his brains to come up with this blueprint, and also referred to the current shotgun structure.

Zhu Fang hesitated and said, "Master, it's just that the barrel of this gun is too thick, so it might not be easy to make."

Zhu Zhanji also felt that it was a bit thick, and at the same time it would increase the weight of the musket.

Fang Xing said confidently: "It's up to fifteen catties. If the soldiers are asked to practice raising their guns and aiming regularly, I don't think this weight is a problem."

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