"I plan to make machine tools! There are many machines, because they are not used in many places and do not require mass production, but the cutter heads must be made of good materials. None of our materials can match the quality of machine tool cutter heads."
Suddenly, Yang Qian looked at Zhang Yumeng in disbelief. After a long time, he couldn't help but give her a thumbs up.
"Awesome!"
"Tch, mine is very tight."
"Get lost, dirty demon king!"
Although Yang Qian is not very interested in this kind of mechanical things, he still knows something about machine tools.
Machine tools are machines that make machines, also known as industrial machines.
It is one of the core equipment of modern industrial production and is crucial for the processing of metal and non-metal materials.
All parts that require higher processing accuracy and finer surface roughness need to be processed by machine tools. Therefore, machine tools play an important role in downstream manufacturing and national economic development.
"You mean, it needs to be used on the train?"
Zhang Yumeng nodded.
"That's right, the steam engine I modified using electromagnetic heating technology has many parts that require certain precision. Many parts are difficult to process just by casting."
"Both bronze and iron can be cast, but steel can only be forged. After it is made into a steel ingot, the parts can be turned out directly with a machine tool."
"Even if the train is made like this, it is only a relatively simple train."
"How much do you want?"
Yang Gan said directly, already acquiescing to Zhang Yumeng's request in his heart.
"At least ten kilograms!"
The corners of Yang Qian's mouth twitched fiercely.
"You are robbing!!!"
The super performance of meteorite made Yang Qian develop obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he became nervous when he heard about meteorite.
"The density of this thing is very high. Ten kilograms is really not much. I am just making the blade. With this thing, I can slowly develop the industry in the future."
Zhang Yumeng already felt that he was a little out of his depth. Many machines were only operated in a fool's style, and it was just a matter of different power directions.
Like steel rolling mills and stamping machines, the principles are very simple.
Zhang Yumeng can make many of these machines with a little thought.
But some machines with automatic control have electronic components. She can make simple electronic components, but what about the motherboard? This is not something you can just make if you want to.
Without a mature team and epoch-making theoretical knowledge, it would be almost impossible.
These are just some simple threshold switches that have something to do with computers, so don't even think about it.
Who knows, behind Yang Qian's back, Zhang Yumeng checked how many computers before finding some fragmentary information.
Seeing Yang Qian's hesitation, Zhang Yumeng added fuel to the fire.
"Don't you like guns? The one-piece barrel also needs a lathe and a machine for rifling. Just tell me whether you can give it to me."
When it came to firearms, Yang Gan instantly became energetic.
To put it bluntly, he didn't like flintlock guns, and at the very least they would be a percussion gun similar to a revolver or a three-eighth.
"Well, I'll give you ten kilograms of meteorite first. If you can build the train without going too fast, I'll give you another ten kilograms."
"If you can figure out the gunpowder particle technology, I will give you fifty kilograms of meteorite."
Zhang Yumeng's eyes instantly turned into heart shapes.
"Really?"
"More real than real gold, when have I ever lied to you!"
"You lie to me every day!"
........
Yang Qian touched his nose, what did he say? ! !
But now his mood is completely different from just now.
If the train can really be developed, it will definitely change this era.
As long as communications and transportation are firmly in your hands, your brains are not flooded, your land is not annexed, and your family is the only one, no one will succeed in the rebellion.
Thinking of this, Yang Qian couldn't help but pray, Hot Weapon, he had also been crazy before, but he knew calmly and found out.
In addition to explosives, matchlocks and flintlock guns, his own crossbow was not easy to use. Compared to explosives, what he wanted more was the stable production of steam engine locomotives.
Thinking of this, Yang Qian began to contact Ou Yexia to see how far it had progressed.
There is no foundry here. Zhang Yumeng must have contacted this old boy Ou Yexia. Otherwise, with the level of technology and casting here, let alone the steam engine.
I'm afraid even ordinary steel may not be able to be manufactured.
The gap is so stark.
On the contrary, Yang Qian was very interested in hot and cold weapons.
For example, the two-kicking thing. There are too many places to study just a two-kicking thing.
And the kind that looks like a swarm of bees.
When Yang Qian was busy every day and had to watch the project.
In a distant place, there are mountains that stretch over and over, and if you go deeper, you will find vast tracts of prairie.
The mountains are lush, the trees and vegetation are very lush, and the streams are endless.
A large number of cattle, sheep and horses are happily eating forage here, and their long tails are constantly swaying, making them extremely active.
There are mountains, water, and plenty of grassland and lush forage here.
This is an excellent place. Any nomadic tribe would go crazy when they see this place.
It's a pity that no tribe within thousands of miles nearby dares to come here, because this is the gathering place of the Western Huns.
More than 90% of the Western Huns in the entire grassland are here.
A place nearly a thousand miles away from here.
A large number of tents are set up here.
One of the white tents stands out in particular.
Although it is summer, the temperature is not as hot as in the Central Plains. The air is full of dryness and the temperature is only about 20°.
And the temperature difference between day and night is huge.
There were dozens of strong men sitting inside the tent.
If you look closely, you will find that there are several groups among the dozens of people. Their decorations and costumes are roughly the same, but a few groups stand out.
The head is almost shaved, but the hair on both sides is very long, even hanging down to the chest.
These strong men have well-defined faces, high nose bridges, and deep eye sockets. According to the aesthetics of the Central Plains, they are in one word, ugly.
If Yang Qian were here, he would think that these people are not just handsome, but at least very masculine.
Most of them wore double-breasted coats made of white wool.
Some strong men also wore earrings made of precious stones on their ears.
The strong man at the head was a little older, and the beard on his chin was already a little gray, but he was really not that old.
"I'm calling you here this time. Everyone should know everything."
The spokesperson of one group waved his hands with an impatient look on his face.
"We are called here from so far away. If you have anything to say, I don't know if there will be a snowstorm this year. I'm almost bored to death."
"You're the only one who's anxious, aren't we? What's the fuss about?"
Another man with green earrings cursed, looking very impatient.
The other people also became impatient, but in the end the strong man at the head calmed everyone down.
"Everyone knows that in recent years, the climate has been pretty good, but why have our lives become more and more difficult!"
A woman wearing gorgeous jewelry said calmly.
"We are not the Huns yet. They ask us to pay so many tributes every year. Last year they were even more cruel, demanding 30% of our cattle and sheep."
Everyone looked at it and found nothing wrong at all.
Among the Dangxiang people, women's position is quite high. Although they do not have equal rights with men, they at least have the opportunity to serve as the leader of the clan.
"Thirty percent?"
"Hey, when will it end?"
"This is because the situation has been good in recent years. If there is a snowstorm, after paying 30%, I am afraid that even the people in the tribe will not be able to feed themselves."
Everyone shook their heads in annoyance, and then looked at the people in the main seat.
"Leader Tuoba, what do you say?"
The strong man at the head pursed his lips, a little discouraged. In the past, he was very heroic and a warrior, but now that he was about to announce this news, even he felt a little scared inside.
The matriarch frowned.
"Can you please be happy? There are still many things to do in the tribe."
At this time, another tribe leader laughed.
"Chief Yeli, don't be anxious. Leader Tuoba is in such a difficult situation. It seems that this matter will definitely be difficult to handle."
Patriarch Tuoba's face was gloomy and terrifying. When all eyes focused on him, he spoke slowly.
"Five days ago, the Huns envoy came."
A clan leader raised his eyebrows, feeling something was wrong.
“How much do they want this year?”
"Fifty percent!"
For a moment, the whole place was silent.
"Impossible! If you pay 50%, there will be heavy casualties in our clan this winter."
A clan leader said in a deep voice, his tone not as aggressive as before, but his determination could be seen by everyone.
The matriarch's eyebrows furrowed tightly, her face full of suspicion.
"The Huns have always only asked for 20% to 30%, why did they suddenly mention 50%? Chief Tuoba, have you ever asked?"
Leader Tuoba nodded.
"I asked, and it is said that they have had more cattle and sheep die recently, and they need more food, otherwise they will die a lot."
"The lives of the Huns are lives, but the lives of our party members are not lives???"
"Yes, if we really want to harvest 50%, I plan to move north. I don't believe it. They can still chase us for thousands of miles!"
Regardless of some people's nagging complaints, Leader Tuoba looked at the matriarch.
"What does Chief Yeli think?"
The matriarch was silent for a long time, with a worried look on her face.
"It's not that I can't accept 50%. What I'm afraid of is that there are some problems behind the 50% tribute."
"Oh? Chief Yeli, can you tell me?"
The matriarch said as she took a sip of kumiss.
"If you pay 50% this year, do you still have to pay next year? After one year, the patience will be over. If this happens every year, wouldn't we become the Huns' cattle and sheep, and we can eat whenever we want?"
"What's more, what I'm afraid of is not paying taxes, but what I'm afraid of is that the Huns are preparing to collect grain, and I'm afraid there will be a war."
A clan leader said excitedly.
"If you don't want to go, don't go. Whoever you love will go."
"Hmph, why didn't the Xia Kingdom destroy the Western Huns? These guys are like jackals on the grassland, always filling their stomachs."
Everyone suddenly became angry, not because they were afraid of fighting, but because the Huns had done this kind of thing many times.
