The domestic guard is a little sweet

After the two finished their meal together, Zhao Jin and An Shier sat in the study together, drinking green tea.

Zhao Jin looked at the big and small things in Beijing and China that his subordinates handed over. Although he was not in Beijing and China for the past two months, the bottom reports from various places and things in Beijing and China would be summarized and sent to the palace.

The little son of the Fu family is finally getting married, but he is not marrying his childhood sweetheart, but the daughter of the right servant of the Ministry of War.

But who would have known that the girl from the Gong's family that night when Mr. Fu got married took medicine and committed suicide. Fortunately, she was found and rescued by the mother-in-law at home. The reputation of other women makes it difficult to marry in the future, so they are sent to Taoist temples in the suburbs of Beijing to spend their lives.

Zhao Jin smiled sarcastically, thinking back to that day, that young master Fu had said with certainty that he wanted to stay with his childhood sweetheart, but now he was just being trained and served by the elders in the family, ruining a woman's reputation in her life.

"Young Master Fu is newly married, with flowers in the bridal chamber, but I feel sorry for that infatuated woman. Send someone to spread the news. Since it is a childhood sweetheart, I will naturally cry. This is worthy of that woman's friendship."

"Yes."

An Twelve stopped his hand with the long sword in his hand, nodded and wrote it down, and now the two get along more and more harmoniously, usually An Twelve no longer serves Zhao Jin tremblingly like in the past, but sits beside him , do something you like to do, occasionally practice martial arts, polish weapons, and the two sit together and chat, but it complements each other.

Zhao Jin took a sip of his tea and said, "It's been difficult for Mr. Fu to be an official recently. The one above was very unhappy because he concealed the marriage of his youngest son last time. Now he has to go to the military department in order to keep his position. Right servant, but it's all in vain."

An Twelve nodded, and took away the shiny soldiers in his hands, returned them to the scabbard, and washed his hands in the copper basin.

"Recently, there has been news from below that a team of people has been sent to the direction of Zhejiang Province. Presumably the one above became suspicious and went to the hometown of Mr. Fu to investigate."

Zhao Jin nodded: "This Mr. Fu is not an upright person. After so many years, it is natural to leave the beginning and the end. Let us come back this week and hand over the found evidence to the people in Beijing who come to investigate. Don't be found out."

"Yes."

Putting down the news after Beijing, Zhao Jin took out a brocade box and opened it. Inside were pearls of various colors and foreign gold and silver ornaments, which were very exotic. The black pistol among them was of particular interest.

Take out the pistol and place it carefully on the table.

"Feng Ruiyang made a lot of money in these few trips by sea. You see, this thing is called a hand gun. It is filled with gunpowder and shoots out metal marbles. It is extremely powerful. It is easy to kill a person from a few hundred meters away. Bows and crossbows are much more powerful."

An Twelve curiously took the hand gun and looked around. He heard Zhao Jin talk about the power of the hand gun before, and he sighed in his heart, but he had never seen it before, and he was still a little surprised.

"Master, did you ask the people below to make this thing? This metal object is only half the length of an arm. Is it really so powerful?"

Zhao Jin nodded, took the pistol, and dragged An Twelve to open the dark room of the study, which can isolate the sound.

Zhao Jin took out a medicine bottle from the brocade box, which contained black gunpowder. He filled the gunpowder with gunpowder, reloaded the bullet, and then pointed at the hollowed-out wooden door in the distance, pulled the trigger, and only heard the tom With a bang, the bullet flew out, hit the wooden door heavily, brushed the Dongchuan wooden door, and hit the bronze tripod behind the wooden door. The huge impact made the bronze tripod shake and fell down in response.

Dark Twelve's pupils shrank, the power of the hand gun was so great, he hurriedly got up to check the bronze tripod, only to see that the bullet made a deep depression in the bronze tripod.

From such a long distance, bullets passing through the wooden door can still leave such deep marks on the bronze tripod. If it hits a person, the power can be imagined.

This has completely exceeded his cognition. If anyone has such a powerful weapon in his hand, even if he is a top expert, he may be killed if he is accidentally hit.

The pistol that the master mentioned was truly terrifying.

This old-fashioned hand gun needs to be reloaded every time. After each shot, the barrel will heat up slightly, and it is very easy to catch fire.

Zhao Jin waved the smell of gunpowder in front of him, put the handgun on the table next to him and said: "This is the prototype of the handgun. According to the letter from Feng Ruiyang, overseas countries already have such weapons, and we Let the people below build something better than this one, and it can fire continuously, but the power of gunpowder is huge, and the requirements for the barrel and body of the gun are strict, and it is not a one-off thing."

Although the Great Qi Dynasty did not exist in the history of Zhao Jin, it is a parallel world, but the development process of this world is similar. Now overseas countries have already begun. The first industrial revolution, hand guns The rudiment of the human body was gradually invented and created by people.

Whether it is for self-defense or protection, Zhao Jin must build up his anger.

He sighed, put down the teacup in his hand again, and looked at Dark Twelve worriedly.

"When cold weapons evolve into hot weapons, human flesh and blood are no match for these firearms. I don't know whether to be worried or happy."

An Shier stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Jin's right hand, put it in his palm to warm him, and said firmly, "Twelve believes that the master has his own reasons. Although Twelve doesn't have much knowledge, he understands one truth. If others have When you have strong force, you must also have force that can fight the enemy equally, otherwise it will lead to killing and fighting."

Zhao Jin looked at An Twelve and nodded with a smile. The two of them kept everything in silence. Although Zhao Jin is now sending people to develop the burst fire handgun, it will take time after all, and the things Feng Ruiyang brought back from overseas The pistol was secretly sent by Zhao Jin to the coast, and then the fishing boats were salvaged near the coast, so that the preliminary form of the pistol was sent to the current emperor.

As for how much the emperor attaches importance to, whether to use the existing hand guns to carry out.The production is under Zhao Jin's control. After all, he is the emperor, and he has countless skilled craftsmen in his hands.

Zhao Jin stayed in the capital honestly every day, attacked from time to time, went to serve the Empress Dowager Dong, and went to various villas in the suburbs of Beijing to relax in his free time.

It wasn't until the corn planted in the villa matured that the drought in various places spread to Beijing.

Sure enough, there was not much rain this summer, and we encountered a severe drought that had never happened in decades. The food harvest this season was also poor. Many places were starving and dying, and there were countless refugees.