My father-in-law lay in bed for three days before he had the strength to get out of bed.
The mother-in-law recruited twenty nurses at once and patrolled inside and outside the house every day.
The richer a person is, the less courageous he is.
The Feiyun Gang will come to take revenge sooner or later.
If you want to avoid being persecuted, the only way to become stronger is to practice peerless martial arts? At Song Che's current age, I'm afraid it's too late.
After thinking about it for several days, a new word that wasn't too new popped into his mind - firearms.
Throughout the Liang Dynasty, the use of gunpowder has been very mature. Most of the fireworks, muskets, blunderbuss, artillery, explosives and other weapons used during holidays have not yet become popular.
If you can make a gun for self-defense, no matter how advanced your martial arts skills are, your enemies will have nothing to fear.
The principle of a gun is actually very simple. The burning of gunpowder produces high temperature and high pressure, which pushes the bullet out of the barrel. Of course, there is a huge difference between theory and practice. There was no heavy industry in ancient times, and all parts had to be polished by hand, which invisibly increased the difficulty.
Automatic pistols involve magazines and springs, and the process is too complex to be realized.
A revolver is similar to a toy gunpowder gun I had when I was a child. The structure of the gun body is relatively simple. If you don't need to be fully automatic, manual firing is just as feasible.
The range and accuracy don’t need to be too high, just enough to injure people within thirty meters. No matter how powerful a martial arts master is, he can't kill someone thirty meters away, right?
Making the gun body is not a difficult problem. It requires slow work and careful work. The bullet is the most troublesome hurdle. The smaller the thing, the more delicate the manufacturing process is. And the primer requires active gunpowder. In ancient times, gunpowder mostly used saltpeter, sulfur, and charcoal. Black powder made from powder must be ignited manually.
In other words, it must be ignited once to fire, which is very inefficient.
If you really encounter a martial arts master and fail to hit with one shot, you may be taken away with a knife before the second shot is ready.
"This is really embarrassing for my uncle."
Song Che put his chin in his hands and looked at the half-finished design in front of him, puzzled.
"Da da da..." There was a knock on the door.
Song Che covered the design and whispered: "Go ahead."
Shen Wenjun pushed open the door and entered, holding a food box in his hand. He didn't look very happy. She took out the food, bowls and chopsticks and put them into her mouth one by one, "Oh..."
Song Che picked up a piece of pork belly and threw it into her bowl, and said with a smile: "When you are full, you will only burp and not sigh."
Shen Wenjun held the meat to his mouth, hesitated for a moment, sighed again, and put it back in the bowl: "I just received the news that the tax has been increased to Baitushi Thirteen. This has almost tripled. It's not intentional. Won't you let us live?
Also, the store's customer flow has dropped significantly in recent days, with sales of less than 100 pieces a day. Our profits are already very low. How can we afford it if we impose heavy taxes?
What’s more, after returning from Yangzhou, even the freight route of Chen’s Trading Company was cut off. The entire Suzhou cloth industry was oversupplied. Chen’s Trading Company took the lead in lowering prices. A piece of satin even sold for less than 400 yuan. Nowadays, major cloth and silk shops Every shop is thinking of ways to sell off the goods in their hands and delist them. "
The best way to fill the national treasury is to increase taxes and siphon off the people's wealth. If the court suddenly doubles the taxes, there will definitely be big moves next.
Song Che was looking at the food calmly, "The goods in our warehouse have been emptied, so why not close the store and delist it? Anyway, with our Shen family's financial resources, we will be able to live and eat well for the rest of our lives."
"Impossible! My grandfather started from scratch, and it took four generations to achieve his current glory. If he quits the stock market, how can he be worthy of his ancestors?" Shen Wenjun slammed the hammer on the table and said angrily: "It's only because the current emperor is stupid. Incompetent, I, a native of Daliang, have no blood, and I was bullied by a bunch of barbarians who are herding, fishing and hunting, and I can’t stand it anymore!”
The Hu tribe in the northwest has captured Liangzhou, Dijon in the north is on the verge of breaking through, and bandits along the coast are becoming increasingly rampant... Looking at the entire Daliang area, only Jiangnan still has peace, but the war will never be blocked by mountains, rivers, and rivers. Sooner or later the precarious tranquility will be shattered.
War is a double-edged sword, bringing pain but also opportunities.
War wealth and national distress wealth are the most profitable business opportunities in the world today. The prerequisite is that the conscience is dark enough and the person is wicked enough.
"Madam, I think your crested hairpin is quite exquisite. Where did you buy it?" Song Che suddenly pointed at the hairpin on Shen Wenjun's head and asked.
"Purchased from Baiyu Tower," Shen Wenjun touched the hairpin and asked doubtfully, "Why do you suddenly ask this?"
The hairpin-headed phoenix can be carved so exquisitely, so it shouldn't be a problem to make a pistol. Once the pistol design is completed, be sure to go to the White Jade Tower to see it.
"I have been married to my wife for a long time, and I have never given you a gift, so I thought of picking a few, hehehe..."
"Look in the mirror, is your smile fake?" Even so, Shen Wenjun's eyes were full of joy, and she suddenly remembered: "Oh, by the way, Lu Gu hasn't been to the shop for several days."
Lu Gumo... To be honest, this woman's presence in the workshop is very low. From the time Song Che joined the workshop until now, apart from daily work arrangements, he has really not spoken to her a few words.
"What's wrong with her?"
"I'm not sure. Lu Gu rarely talks to me and rarely communicates with me. However, she has always been diligent and conscientious. In the past, she would not miss work even if she was sick."
"Then deduct her wages?"
"Uncle Song is so heartless!"
Shen Wenjun rolled his eyes and said, "I think something big happened at Lu Gu's house. Anyway, the store has been quiet lately. Let's go to her house this afternoon."
"no problem."
…
Starting from the north of the city and walking to the west of the city for about ten miles, the road gradually became bumpy and the houses along the way became more and more dilapidated.
"Does Manager Lu have to walk for half an hour from the west to the north of the city every day?" Song Che asked in the carriage.
Shen Wenjun said: "It's probably because there are elderly people at home who can't leave. Otherwise, she and Qin Ruo can live together in the square."
Song Che's impression of Lu Gu was that he was about the same age as Qin Ruo, only twenty-two or three years old. However, due to his frail body, plain and undressed clothes, he looked much more mature.
"Has Guanshi Lu gotten married?" Song Che asked again.
Shen Wenjun thought for a while, "It seems like it's done, but I've never seen the husband's family. Even if he was married, he probably wouldn't marry into a good family. Otherwise, how could he ask his wife to leave early and come home late?"
Song Che smiled and said, "According to what you say, the lives of the women in our workshop are all bad, right?"
Shen Wenjun wanted to say something, but all he could say was: "It's indeed not good."
During the chat, the carriage stopped.
"Miss, uncle, we've arrived at Chunni Alley. It's too narrow and the carriage can't get in," the coachman said.
Song Che and Shen Wenjun had no choice but to get out of the car and walk. The scene in the mud alley was completely different from that in the prosperous north of the city - the houses were dilapidated and the walls and tiles were uneven, the rain had accumulated for several days and nights, and all the passers-by were wearing patched clothes.
The young couple wearing silk and satin looked out of place in this environment.
The glances cast by passers-by are often naked, curious, envious, jealous, and even...hatred.
"Sir, miss, please give me some money..."
Finally someone reached out and asked for it.
The poor always think that the charity of the rich is a matter of course, but it is precisely this kind of getting something for nothing that increases people's laziness.
Shen Wenjun was kind-hearted from the bottom of his heart, and felt miserable when meeting everyone. Just when he was about to take the money out of his sleeves, Song Che pulled her into the alley: "If you gave him money, we wouldn't be able to escape today."
"Why?"
"Children will make trouble if they don't give you candy, and beggars will eat people if they don't give you money!"
