At night, the bright moonlight shines through the thin window screen into the private room of Tongfu Inn, the largest inn in Zunhua.
A large wooden barrel was steaming, and a beautiful young woman in her twenties was leaning on the sloping back of the barrel, enjoying the comfort of the hot water.
Holding something called soap in his hand, he put it to his nose and smelled the faint fragrance of gardenia.
This was what the young Yang Jun gave her.
Use this thing called soap, rub it with your hands, and it will create a lot of foam. After applying it on the body, wash it off with water, and the body will feel refreshed instantly.
The whole person becomes fragrant.
It’s such a good thing that people can’t put it down.
"Madam, this is our new product. It's called soap. It's specially designed for ladies and ladies of noble families to bathe. It can also be used to wash their faces. The ex-factory price of each piece is one tael of silver. Madam, you can try it out. Here are a few pieces. I made it myself. There are five kinds: rose scent, mint refreshing, gardenia scent, jasmine scent, and milk rejuvenation. If you think it is good, I can give a batch to my wife and take it back to Japan. You can use it as a gift. To the distinguished ladies and ladies.”
When the soap slid over the smooth skin, Sakurai Momo (Masuda is her husband's surname) blushed a little. This was made by Yang Jun himself.
I remembered the scene in the afternoon when Yang Jun held him to help him correct his short-fire musket shooting posture. Her cheeks turned red again.
There was a bang from the fire gun, and I felt a heavy impact on my wrist. I was caught off guard and stepped back. The skirt of the kimono was very short, and the distance that my legs could move was limited. Fortunately, Yang Jun blocked it behind me and avoided falling. Make a fool of yourself.
The moment he hit Yang Jun's chest, his heart seemed to suddenly stop beating. Yang Jun was so strong. He looked thin and black, and the muscles on his chest were as hard as steel. He had a faint masculine aura on his body. I felt like I was in a trance, and time passed so slowly at that moment.
Yang Jun is so tall, slender, graceful, and humorous.
Taozi couldn't help comparing herself to the men in her life, and then she frowned.
Her father, husband, and son (well, he was still young) were short, bow-legged, with a big face and narrow eyes. He also has a bad temper and always looks condescending and annoying in front of women.
Alas, I'm going back soon. It's a long way to go, and I don't know when I will see Yang Jun again.
Sakurai Momo sighed softly.
The business of the Huomen gun was concluded in the afternoon. Yang Fan immediately began to count the inventory and collect the weapons in the hands of the regiment. The various shortcomings of the Huomen gun were undoubtedly exposed on the battlefield. Yang Fan was ready to completely clear out the stock this time. The sharp gun and the previously produced Huomen All guns are retired.
In addition to those for export, the remaining equipment is for military households and guards of various factories and mines.
In the future, the army will be equipped with better weapons. This kind of cast repeating fire door gun is not completely useless. First of all, it is cheap and can be produced quickly. It can be mass-produced in an emergency and is of great value as an emergency weapon.
In combat, when the enemy attacks within thirty meters, the impressive reloading speed of the matchlocks and flintlocks means that when there is no time to reload, they can still hit their faces with a row of continuous muskets, and the troops can still retain 10 of them in a squad. A repeating musketeer.
However, this kind of fire door gun needs to be redesigned. It should no longer have a weird bamboo shape, and the weight should be greatly reduced, and the thickness of the barrel should be reduced. Don't use it as a nunchuck or flail, just install the bayonet in the sheath, and eliminate the middle-of-the-road design of installing a spear head in the muzzle.
Although the bayonet has high requirements for steel, it is not difficult. Erluzi collected a lot of scrap steel and just made it directly. For example, spring steel sheets used for automobile shock absorption are very suitable for making bayonets.
The toughness and sharpness meet the requirements.
In the future, civilians will also be able to widely hold weapons.
Yang Fan has always believed that the reason why the gentry, officers, eunuchs, nobles, and scoundrels of the Ming Dynasty dared to bully the people to this extent was because they had no weapons in their hands.
In every family, men, women, the elderly, and children each hold a firecracker to see who dares to treat them like pigs or dogs.
Rabbits will bite people when they are anxious. Yang Fan never thought that the bloody nature of the people of the Ming Dynasty had been completely wiped out, but they just did not have the ability to resist.
When they are cornered and forced to the edge of a cliff, they will understand that it is like this anyway, and resisting is not an option.
Under Yang Fan's sphere of influence, people will be allowed to freely hold fire gate guns.
No matter what you do, whether you are farming, raking manure, doing business, or working as a craftsman, you are allowed to possess a firearm with a firearm license.
Of course matchlocks and flintlock muskets were strictly prohibited.
These firearms must be numbered when leaving the factory. When purchasing, they must be registered under their real name with their household registration. They must be good citizens with no criminal records.
The management still needs to be managed.
As for whether this will be criticized by scholars in the future for saying that social security is unprecedentedly chaotic, folk customs are becoming increasingly violent, and people's hearts are not ancient, this is not Yang Fan's responsibility.
If you are the one who sets the fire, do you care how big the fire is?
It was already late at night when I got home at night.
Yang Fan walked into the nave of the north room and saw the lights inside. The carbide lamps were burning brightly, illuminating the room brightly.
A familiar figure was wearing a pair of pure cotton pajamas, with a ponytail, and a pair of pink slippers on her white feet. She was leaning on the table with one arm and was yawning.
Why is the little girl here?
Still wearing Yaoguang's pajamas and slippers.
"Why did you come back? You're so sleepy." Xiao Niangpi said dissatisfied. "Didn't I tell you that we will leave for the capital in five days? We will leave tomorrow."
Only then did Yang Fan remember that he had indeed agreed to go to the capital with Niangpi in five days to do business. He said a little embarrassedly: "I have something to do today, please excuse me."
"Forget it, you're too lazy to tell me." The little girl put her hand on her mouth and yawned again. "Tomorrow I will mix with you on the boat transporting the Japanese and set off with you. After you finish delivering the goods at Beitangkou, you and I will change boats and take the Dagukou along the Haihe River to Zhangjiawan in Tongzhou and ride to the capital. This is better. Be more secretive.”
"You haven't told me what you are doing in the capital this time." Yang Fan asked dissatisfied.
"I'll tell you more on the way. You hurry up and pack up. I'm going to bed. I'm so sleepy." After finishing speaking, Xiao Niangpi put on Yao Guang's slippers and went to the west room to sleep with Yao Guang in her arms.
Not long after Tu Shanyue left, Xiang Yi and Xiang Ying came over with hot water. After this period of observation, Yang Fan completely trusted these two maids and asked them to move back to the west wing of the inner courtyard. .
When they saw Yang Fan coming back, they hurried over to help him wash his feet and rest.
Yang Fan sat on the bed, enjoying Xiangyi's white and tender hands massaging the soles of his feet. He closed his eyes and let Xiangying wipe her face with a hot towel.
"Master, that new pillar is really powerful," Xiang Yi said while washing Yang Fan's feet. "Yesterday he negotiated for the entire iron stove in Tianxiang Tower, and received more than one thousand three hundred taels yesterday."
Yang Fan suddenly became interested. This brat actually had such a mind, and asked, "This pillar is very clever. How did he get up to the Tianxiang Tower?"
Xiangying wiped Yang Fan's face and said, "Isn't that right? He found Miss Lin's maid Hong'er in Tianxiang Tower through some connection, and met Miss Lin through Hong'er."
"This kid must have gotten lucky," Yang Fan said with a smile.
Xiang Yi also said: "Then who knows how he coaxed the maid? The pillar looks pretty good, but the way the slave girl Hong'er looks at him is a bit wrong."
Yang Fan didn't speak, and the atmosphere was somewhat silent.
"What's wrong, sir?" Xiang Yi asked.
"It's okay, it's getting late, you should go back to bed early." Yang Fan said.
"Yes, master, please go to bed early"
Xiangying and Xiangyi packed up their things and left.
Sister Lin, you are still really interested in me.
