Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

This was exactly what Zhu Yunhuan wanted, so he said directly: "Okay, you make the arrangements, and I will follow behind you and watch."

Fu Youwen hesitated and said, "But... wouldn't this be a bit unfair to Your Majesty?"

Zhu Yunhuan said nonchalantly, "The Minister of Revenue has a servant who is always by his side, but he has to arrange a special position and people to serve him. Isn't that true?"

Fu Youwen scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "I almost forgot, thanks to Your Majesty for reminding me, hehe."

"Today, regarding the etiquette between the emperor and his subjects, I will forgive you." Zhu Yunhuan showed a serious expression and said seriously.

"Your Majesty, I obey your command! I'll have to trouble Your Majesty to follow behind me." Fu Youwen naturally knew that Zhu Yunhuan was serious, so he immediately felt relieved and turned towards the door.

At the same time, his heart couldn't help but feel a little warm.

For no other reason - first of all, His Majesty came to see these things, obviously not just for fun and curiosity, otherwise he would not have to be so cautious to hide it from others; secondly, His Majesty's understanding of these things is far more and more profound than he thought, and he came straight for these things - this seems to further confirm Fu Youwen's previous bold guess.

As he walked outside, Fu Youwen couldn't help but secretly speculate in his heart, "Could it be that... Your Majesty really has a method to deal with the Huaixi nobles? And this method... is related to these fire guns and bowl-mouth guns!?"

He racked his brains and thought again and again.

I still couldn't figure out what the young emperor was planning, but the inexplicable sixth sense in my mind became more and more profound.

Various questions and speculations kept popping up in Fu Youwen's mind.

But there was no conversation along the way.

After leaving the warehouse, Fu Youwen first instructed the civil servants in the warehouse and said that he was going to conduct a random inspection of the preservation of the fire guns and bowl-mouth guns. Then he and Zhu Yunhuan took Zhu Yunhuan to a large open space, one in front and one behind.

Fu Youwen seemed a little awkward as he sat down on a stand next to the open space. He turned around and looked at Zhu Yunhuan worriedly, and when he got a look of affirmation, he felt a little relieved.

Zhu Yunhuan was a cautious person.

Nor do we rigidly adhere to the so-called hierarchy between the ruler and the subject. A person's sincere obedience to you is more real than any so-called false courtesy of hierarchy.

Fu Youwen's attitude is obviously very positive.

Therefore, Zhu Yunhuan pretended to be serious and stood behind Fu Youwen with his head slightly lowered.

I waited for about another stick of incense.

Only then did he see a team of warehouse staff lining up and taking the muskets and bowl-mouthed guns corresponding to the numbers Fu Youwen had just drawn. The muskets were smaller and lighter, which was fine, but the walls of the bowl-mouthed guns were all very thick and made of copper, so it was obviously very difficult to lift them.

"The smelting technology of this era was far less sophisticated than it is today."

"Even if it's made by the royal family, there are still some impurities that are difficult to remove. If there are too many impurities, the toughness of the material will naturally be reduced."

"If we want to carry more explosive force and thrust from the gunpowder, the only way is to make the tube walls thicker, thicker, and thicker..."

Zhu Yunhuan watched from afar as those people struggled to carry bowl-mouthed guns as they walked towards him, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he thought to himself.

At the same time, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After all, he has solved the material problem. Now the "Alchemy Department" on the outskirts of Yingtian Prefecture can produce steel stably, and the pipe wall material has made a qualitative leap.

While he was thinking, the muskets, bowl-mouth guns, and the corresponding iron bullets, gunpowder, and fuses were all ready.

Fu Youwen stood up and said, "Let's start the test, firing the gun first."

"Yes, sir." The person next to him responded, then trotted over to the person who was ready and started giving orders.

Following the man's order.

The men lined up in a row, each holding a musket in their hands, and immediately started to work. They first filled it with powdered gunpowder, and then took a wooden pole with a diameter similar to the musket and poked it in to compact the powdered gunpowder.

After the gunpowder powder is compacted.

Then they each picked up the iron bullet and put it into the gun barrel, and then used the wooden pole to press it in again.

Then he picked up the match, inserted it into the "fire gate (small hole)" at the end of the gun, and the guard lit the fuse.

After doing all this.

Only then did the ten experimenters lined up in a row take out fire sticks from their pockets and light the fuse that had just been inserted into the butt of the gun. Finally, all ten of them held the gun with both hands, with the butt of the gun against their shoulders or tucked under their armpits, and roughly aimed forward.

After about one or two breaths.

"boom--"

"Bang bang—"

"boom--"

The sounds of gunpowder being ignited were heard one after another on the field, and a thick smoke filled the air... As for the distant area where the target was being targeted, several small holes appeared irregularly on the ground at a distance of about ten to thirty feet (about fifty to one hundred meters).