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Chapter 48 Chili Harvest

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    Xiaobai came in from outside and saw Zhu Zhanji staring blankly outside with a telescope, so he snickered and brought the tea to the table, and then said in Fang Xing's ear: "Master, is he stupid?  ?¡±

    When Fang Xing saw Zhu Zhanji looking outside, he slapped Xiaobai's buttocks. When her face turned red, he whispered: "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and get someone to prepare lunch."

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

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

    Zhu Zhanji finally put down the telescope and asked with shock in his heart.

    "certainly."

    Fang Xing played with the toy car and said: "The Europeans, that is, the Thais, have already made great strides in industry. Now they only have these things. But when they make cannons bigger and bigger, when they make muskets  When it is accurate and convenient, Taishun, tell me, does Ming Dynasty still have a future?"

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

    Fang Xing didn't want to provoke him further, so he just said like a prophecy: "Do you believe it? In a few hundred years at most, people at that time can talk to people thousands of miles away with just a small thing.  ."

    "Is that a god?"

    Zhu Zhanji felt that this was a magical method, probably imagined by Fang Xing.

    Fang Xing did not defend himself, but simply said: "Thousands of years ago, who would have dared to think that there would be a telescope?"

    After sending away the worried Zhu Zhanji, Fang Xing realized that this guy had taken away the telescope.

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    "Master, the peppers are all red."

    The peppers in Fangjiazhuang have had a good harvest, and they are all red.

    Ma Su took a bite of the pepper while recording the output, and the result

    "Water, I want water"

    "Hahahahaha! Mr. Xiucai wants to drink water. If any of you have milk, give him a sip!"

    Seeing Ma Su fall into the trap, the dealers laughed at him.

    A woman who was picking peppers with her child on her back took a puff and said, "Go find the cow!"

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

    Fang Xing handed the scene to Fang Jielun and went to the kitchen with more than ten red peppers.

    Hua Niang was startled when she saw Fang Xing¡¯s appearance, but was driven aside by him.

    "Fried pork with chili pepper!"

    ¡° Fang Xing¡¯s favorite dish in the factory was this. It was delicious and easy to eat.

    The non-polluted red peppers were just washed casually in water and then cut into long slices.

    ?? Heat the oil in the pan, first add ginger and garlic and saut¨¦ until fragrant, then slide in the oiled meat slices, stir-fry, add chili, and add stock

    A few minutes later, a steaming hot chili fried pork dish is ready.

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

    Chun Sheng saw that Fang Xing was enjoying his meal. After he left, he ate the remaining chili peppers and then drank water like crazy.

    Li Mao has been studying at Zhuang Shang recently since he was admitted to Juren this year.  After hearing the servant's report, he put down his book and took a stroll to take a look.

    "Lijiazhuang is a little quiet. The farmers have no work to do, so they can only go to the mountains to find some wild food in preparation for the cat winter.

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

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

    Li Mao looked at those red things suspiciously, and remembered the last time his father told him about the near-failure experience with Taisun Tao. His heart moved, and he took advantage of the opportunity when a daughter-in-law from Fangjiazhuang came over, and asked in an elegant manner.  : "Little lady, may I ask what that is?"

    The young daughter-in-law blushed at Li Mao's handsomeness, but when she saw Chili Pepper in the direction of the folding fan, she squinted at him and said, "That's something from our village. Why are you asking about this?"

    Li Mao didn't expect that his appearance had no effect, but his wife had already taken a few steps back vigilantly, raising the clothes-beating stick in her hand high, ready to run away at any time.

    This damn thing is even stricter than the management of the military camp!

    But the more this happens, the more interested Li Mao becomes in this pepper.

    Amidst the sound of horse hooves, Zhu Zhanji came back.

      Fang Xing looked at Zhu Zhanji with a strange expression as he hung the telescope on his chest. It looked out of place.

    "Brother Dehua, I have already informed my father. My father hopes that Brother Dehua will take control of the craftsmanship site and at least get this telescope out."

    Zhu Zhanji¡¯s eyes were a little swollen, which was the result of playing with telescopes along the way.

    When Fang Xing heard this, he shook his head and said, "It's not appropriate for me to take charge there. Without this name, the people below won't listen to me."

    This is a problem. The original person in charge of the craftsmanship site, Li Qi, is still a seventh-grade official, and he is dispatched by the Ministry of Industry, so he is justified!

    "It's a bit difficult to ask those people to obey the orders of a white body.

    Zhu Zhanji asked without giving up: "Isn't it okay to have my father as a guarantee?"

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

    Zhu Zhanji frowned, this posed a problem for him.

    According to the laws of the Ming Dynasty, if a private person forges weapons, the consequences will be that his family will be destroyed.

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

    Zhu Zhanji patted his palms lightly with a riding crop, and finally said with emotion: "Brother Dehua, don't worry, I'll write a letter to Grandpa Huang right away and file it in advance."

    As he said, Zhu Zhanji immediately wrote a letter and had someone send it to the capital at once.

    If it was Zhu Gaochi who wrote the letter, then Fang Xing could pack up his belongings and prepare his family to flee overseas.  But if the letter was written by Zhu Zhanji, Zhu Di's favorite grandson, then he thought he could wait and see.

    Since he had written the letter, 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 when Fang Xing called him, he came with some trepidation.

    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, Ming, kneel so much that I have lost all the blood of a good man. Kneel to the sky, kneel to your parents, kneel to the king. You are not allowed to kneel in Fangjiazhuang from now on."

    Zhu Zhanji was dumbfounded listening to these words. He knew that Fang Xing was expressing his dissatisfaction.

    Zhu Fang stood stiffly and saw Fang Xing take out a blueprint.

    This is a drawing of a musket, using a trigger to control the match rope, and the medicine chamber is not large.  And it can be clearly seen that the rear of the barrel, where the powder is loaded, is thicker than the front.

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

    Fang Xing explained that he had racked his brains to come up with this drawing, and also made reference to the current shotgun structure.

    Zhu Fang said hesitantly: "Master, it's just that the barrel of this gun is too thick. I'm afraid it will be difficult to make."

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

    Fang Xing said confidently: "Fifteen pounds at most. If the soldiers are allowed to practice raising their guns and aiming regularly, I don't think this weight is a problem." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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