How much you gain can also determine the height of your life and the so-called awareness of your family and country. In his previous life, Wang Busheng was just an abandoned person who was kicked out of his home by his loved ones. In order to survive, he lived a life of begging, in order to have something. Stuttering food worked as an apprentice in a tavern, and in order to be able to marry a wife and have children like a normal person, Wang Busheng left the tavern and looked for a life where he could make money. After living for most of his life, Wang Busheng did not feel much warmth. Everything was forced to survive. Change, for a better life, pushed forward by the gears of fate. This is an indifferent world. People would rather care about the trivial life of a crappy actor than understand the turbulent inner world of an ordinary person. He has not been treated well by the society, so how much does he think about repaying the society? Everything is for himself to live a better life. Maybe this is selfish, but this is the choice of many people, including Wang Busheng. A person should have all the morals in the world. With a kind male protagonist.
The king is still like this in this life. People who are pushed away can't see the future, and the footprints of yesterday are blurred. They don't know what they need. Once a person gets used to it, there will always be something he can't ask for. In life, as time goes by, we gradually become confused even about what we really need. In the so-called human world, no one is covered with bruises. In order to have a good meal, Wang Busheng chose the business road, and in order to marry three wives, Wang Busheng chose the official road. If possible, Wang Busheng only wanted a mountain forest, a few acres of land, chickens, ducks, geese, and dogs plus what he liked. A woman has an idyllic life. Life is short, and every tiring second is a waste of life.
The mountains are overcast with heavy clouds, the sky is cold and rainy, and a few branches are moist and crying red. Do not cherish the flowers and face the east wind melancholy.
The coir raincoats are stretched out towards the sky, and ditches and valleys are open everywhere. The hard work of the world is the three farmers, and a plow of water is enough to hope for a good year.
People who have not read books do not have so much leisure and romance, nor do they have such high national justice and feelings of family and country. It is enough to live a good life on one-third of an acre of land.
There are two states in human life, one is complacency, and the other is despair. Unfortunately, most people's lives are the latter. Persisting in living does not mean that we are strong enough, but that we cannot choose.
But today, after hearing Liu Mei's doubts, a certain heartstring in Wang Bushu's heart suddenly trembled, and a person's name suddenly appeared in his mind - Dai Zi, the person who had drank foreign ink like Liu Mei.
When he visited a military museum in his previous life, Wang Busheng happened to see a name - Dai Zi. Dai Zi was a famous weapons expert during the Kangxi period. Dai Zi invented a weapon called "Lianzhu Gun", also called Twenty-eight Lianzhu. Firegun. The back of the gun is a magazine that can store 28 rounds of gunpowder and lead pellets. There are two gun machines, which are connected to each other. When one machine is pulled, the ammunition will fall into the barrel, and at the same time, the other machine is released and fired. It is shaped like a pipa and can fire 28 rounds of bullets continuously. This was the original version of the machine gun.
And these are not the main ones, they also invented the mother-and-son gun. According to the "Tongkao of Qing Dynasty Documents·Bings 16", after Dai Zi invented the "shooting gun", Emperor Kangxi Longyan was very happy and ordered Dai Zi to develop the mother-child cannon. Also known as "Sky Cannon". After a period of research, Dai Zi quickly successfully developed the double-shot cannon. Emperor Kangxi personally led his ministers to test the cannon. After the cannonball was fired, it shattered into pieces and was extremely sharp.
In this era where we are still shooting with a rope, if these weapons can appear, it will also mean the emergence of a new war model. Of course, if anyone masters this technology, it will be a matter of time before he conquers the world. If Wang Bushit has such advanced weapons and conquers the world, Wang Bushit has no such idea. But when he knocks on the door of the Japanese pirates, all the men will be killed, and all the women will be killed. It is reasonable and legal to leave everything to the men who can’t find wives in the Ming Empire. Wang Shisheng has experienced the life of a single dog. Life is worse than death. No one even washes his pants. Of course, the life of a single dog is over. Will wash more.
Wang Bu Shou looked at Liu Mei with eager eyes. If he didn't know that Wang Bu Shou wanted to belong to someone, Liu Mei would definitely run away. This look was so aggressive that it could easily melt people's clothes, "Liu Mei, that classmate of yours, The one named Dai Zi, what major did he study when he studied abroad?"
"It seems like she majored in mechanics," Liu Mei replied,
"Mechanical major seems a bit far away from weapons research. Could it be that this Dai Zi is not the other Dai Zi? His name has traveled through time and his soul is in the Braid Dynasty." Wang Busui was a little doubtful. Could it be that the welfare of singles in the Ming Empire had to be stranded before it even started?
However, what Liu Mei said later brought hope to Wang Busheng, "However, this kid Dai Zi is very smart and can learn everything quickly. He seems to have done some research on physics and chemistry, and I heard that this kid is also beautiful. He participated in shooting competitions in China, and used The matchlock gun I modified won the championship."
"Win the championship, fifty rings."
"Um, no, it seems to be to see who shoots the most projectiles within the specified time. I'm not sure. I need to ask Dai Zi."
"Haha, no matter how fast you shoot, you are still a talent." Wang Busheng was overjoyed. Looking at the few singles here, Wang Bushit named them one by one, "White Cat, Black Dog, Li Ergou, Ge Da Ge Er, congratulations to you. If you want to marry a foreign girl, follow me to help you realize your dream."
Liu Mei was excluded. After all, Bai Fumei was already in her mind. As long as she is willing, a happy life will come tonight.
Leng Bingbing has long been accustomed to Wang Busui's shocking words from time to time, and does not have much doubts.
However, as the parties involved, the door to a new era for the five singles seems to have been opened. Without money, there is no era for girls to like. Girls from the country can't look down on them, let alone foreign girls with higher vision. How many people marry foreign girls? Desirable but unattainable, it is just as difficult for a girl with high aspirations to marry a black man. But today I actually heard Wang BuSheng's big pie, that only by following Wang BuSi can you have a happy life. This has been verified by facts. Your Excellency has never doubted Wang BuSi's words.
"Sir, can you really marry a foreign girl?" As expected of an old man who has been around the Yamen for a long time, Li Ergou has a far-sighted vision and knows that mixed-race people are very popular.
"Sir, I never lie to others. Whether it's a stick-like Japanese pirate from Southeast Asia or a beautiful country's ocean horse, as long as you follow me, I guarantee that you can realize your dream."
With weapons in hand, I believe that the big guys from all over the world are willing to kneel down and lick you. The matter of paying tribute to a few women is a trivial matter, and you are not willing to beat them until they are willing. Violence is a rude behavior, but you have to admit that it does work.
"Master, I want to find a Japanese pirate. I heard that the girl there is gentle and obedient." White Cat also expressed his desire.
"no problem"
Know the small etiquette but no great righteousness, stick to the small details but no great virtue, pay attention to the trivial details but ignore the integrity, fear the power but not be virtuous, the strong will be bandits and thieves, and the weak will be humble. For such a nation, Wang Bushu also wants to eliminate harm from the world.
"Master, Master, I want it too, I want two, no, three." The two fingers stretched out by the black dog then turned into three.
"I like your ambition, but you have to let me see your value."
"Master, don't worry. Black Dog, I am yours when I am alive, and I am your ghost when I die. Master, you are the only one in my heart." Black Dog hurriedly expressed his position,
"Ahem, black dog, you need to learn more from white cats. Your behavior of showing loyalty is understandable, but I don't accept your words."
"Thank you, Master, for the compliment." He was praised. His efforts were not in vain. The white cat was very happy.
"Tonight's conversation is related to your happy future. Remember to keep it secret. If word spreads, your wife will be gone and your jobs will not be saved." The ugly words will be spoken first.
"Sir, young master, don't worry, I am the one who can keep secrets."
"Come on, Liu Mei, let's have a good chat about the issue of firearms." Pulling Liu Mei, Wang Busheng left.
Liu Mei was still confused. She just raised a few questions of her own, but she didn't expect that the issue of being single would rise to the next level. Could this be the so-called provocation.
Under the moonlight, the Wang family mansion looked a little desolate. The lonely building lacks the bookishness and gentleness of the aristocratic family.
But here are all free people, and the wealthy mansions are filled with slaves.
"Liu Mei, tell me, what did you mean by those words just now?"
"Master, you mean swords and firearms"?
"nature"
"Young Master, this is what happened," Liu Mei explained as she walked, "Didn't you ask me to bring back all the coal and rare metals from Xie Xiangrong's mansion yesterday to make weapons?"
"That's what happened. Didn't you say that those metals are very good and are an excellent material for making weapons?" Wang Busheng remembered. Due to the financial problems of the Ming Empire, Jinyiwei's Xiuchundao has stopped being equipped, and everything needs to be arranged by himself. , due to financial problems, the sabers of Li Ergou and others are simple versions, no different from daggers. Therefore, Wang Busheng wanted to use these metals to make a batch of weapons. Although the Ming Empire was prosperous with singing and dancing, horses were released in Nanshan, swords were stored in warehouses, and many weapons had become decorations, but as a guard in brocade, the spring knives embroidered on Feiyu's uniform were useless. It's standard, but if it's missing anything, it feels like the toilet hasn't been wiped clean.
"Those metals are good things. Not only are they hard, they are also very flexible. The weapons they create are top-notch."
"That's good, that's good. My money, young master, has not been wasted in vain."
"This is natural, but after we made a knife, Dai Zi didn't let us waste the metal."
"Why is this? Is there something wrong with the knife?" Wang Bu was a little worried. After all, it was difficult for a blacksmith without decades of experience to have such skills, not to mention that a few of them probably couldn't even light a kiln. After all, people who drank foreign ink didn't bother to do that.
"No, several of my classmates agreed that those metal knives were a waste and should have better uses."
During the conversation, the two came to the residence of Liu Mei's classmates. After receiving the education of the post-modern era, Wang Busheng is a pragmatist, and everything is based on convenience and practicality. For example, the house arranged for Liu Mei does not have five entrances and five exits, and there are no decorations. There are only a few bedrooms and a small one. courtyard. There are not so many flowers and plants inside.
Walking into the courtyard, Wang Busheng felt the smell of a post-era steel factory. Burnt coal and molten iron.
In the middle of winter, Feng Ruzheng was filling the kiln with coal, Huang Luzhuang was pouring molten iron into a special container, and Dai Zizhi, who was probably a weapons genius, was holding a book called "Artifact Manual".
