After packing up their equipment, the group started from the underground and headed towards the Firearms Research Institute.
This firearms research institute is quite old, and it was one of the first projects Fang Zheng started after he gained a foothold.
Initially, the research was intended to study gunpowder, and only after the successful development of gunpowder did they begin to transition to studying firearms.
When everyone arrived at the Firearms Research Institute, they found that the door was wide open and there was no one working inside.
Looking from outside the door, there were more than ten people in total, playing cards in groups of three or four, and some of them had notes stuck all over their faces.
When the people playing cards in the house saw a stranger coming, they hurriedly went to greet him!
"A rare guest! A rare guest! Oh, isn't this Mr. Xie? Did the master ask you to come?"
Xie Xian looked at the person who came and couldn't help being speechless.
The boy in front of him is called Mo Xiaohu. He is a classmate of Zhao Lie and is a very poor student.
As far as I can remember, he was either drawing or playing with ink sticks during class and couldn't concentrate at all.
He was allowed to graduate after barely learning how to write, but he didn't expect to be entrusted with such an important task here!
Looking at Mo Xiaohu's hopeful eyes, Xie Xian nodded and said, "Yes, I'll come here to get some things."
"Get something? Didn't the master ask you to allocate funds?" Mo Xiaohu's expression was visibly disappointed.
"Funding? What funding? I've never heard of it." Xie Xian was confused.
Zhao Lie smiled and explained, "After the master came to Beijing, he stopped the funding for the Firearms Research Institute. Now there is no gunpowder, and they have no money to make firearms. They can only draw with blueprints."
Mo Xiaohu's face fell: "Yeah, not only did they not give the money, but they also sent away most of the people from the Firearms Department!"
"Mr. Xie, please ask the master to allocate some money to the firearms department, otherwise we will all be ruined!"
Xie Xian sighed.
What's going on? He still doesn't understand whether there is funding or not.
Can't we do research without money? That's ridiculous. Isn't it enough to have a pen, ink, paper and inkstone?
I have studied the books of sages for half my life, but it is nothing but writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstones. If there is any result, the master will definitely allocate funds for large-scale production of firearms. What else can be spent? I don't understand.
"Xiao Hu...if you are short of people, I can ask the master to help you get some people."
"It doesn't matter whether there is funding or not. It's just that you don't have enough pens, ink and paper. I'll send someone to send you some later." Xie Xian comforted him.
Seeing that he didn't understand, Mo Xiaohu instantly became anxious!
He jumped up and said, "Money! Without money, you can't do anything... Gun barrels... It takes more than a hundred gun barrels to make a suitable gun barrel!"
"A skilled blacksmith also costs money...you have to use good steel...and..."
"We can't use ordinary people either. How long will it take to teach them from scratch?"
"Now most of our people have been transferred to the newly established Steam Research Institute, with a budget of 200,000 taels a year! Those idiots are just using it to boil water!"
"Last month, the bastard from the Steam Institute came to taunt us and gave us a pot, saying it would be quick to stew meat. Two people from our institute were blown into the clinic with that broken pot to stew meat! The master ignored them!"
"Our annual budget of two thousand taels is not enough for the brothers to go to Xueyue Tower for prostitution! Is this fair?!"
Xie Xian and Zhao Lie looked at each other.
The people in the Firearms Institute have really good physical fitness...
"Isn't it about research funding? You use the research funds instead of doing research and instead go to whores. No wonder the master doesn't give you money. There's nothing I can do about it!" Xie Xian said helplessly.
Mo Xiaohu frowned and said, "What's wrong with us spending some of the research funds ourselves? Other research institutes in the county do the same! We are usually under a lot of pressure and have no inspiration. Isn't it unreasonable to use research funds to find inspiration?"
It seems to make sense... Xie Xian pinched his chin and thought for a while, then two words came out of his mouth: "Reasonable!"
"Very reasonable!" Zhao Lie added.
Using research funds to do personal things, isn't it all about finding inspiration? This is perfectly reasonable!
"Ah...ah, I see. I'll tell the master later, but I have to see if you have anything valuable first."
Mo Xiaohu was immediately surprised: "Yes, yes, yes! Come inside!"
"I have a treasure here that even you haven't seen! I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
After saying that, he pulled the two of them inside.
After entering the firearms laboratory and looking at the various strange-shaped pipes hanging on the wall, Xie Xian couldn't help but open his mouth wide.
Although I couldn't understand what it was, the things on the wall clearly had a special beauty.
He had never felt this strange feeling with anything else.
So he turned around and asked Mo Xiaohu: "Are these things on the wall made of firearms?"
Mo Xiaohu shook his head and looked at the wall: "The master saw these things in a dream, and he said he was afraid he would forget them, so he asked us to make the models."
“In fact, they are all iron shells.”
Then Mo Xiaohu stretched out a finger, pointed at the objects on the wall and said: "This is called Taoyuan Eagle, this is called Afang 47, this is called Fangzheng 1 submachine gun..."
“This is my favorite!”
"The master said that this thing is called Pudushengsheng. It can shoot a thousand projectiles in the blink of an eye. One person is more powerful than an army of 100,000!"
"The master also said that if I could make it, he would reward me with one million taels of silver..."
Mo Xiaohu looked at the Gatling model with shining eyes.
Seeing his expression, Xie Xian was completely speechless.
One dares to say it, and the other dares to believe it!
"Alas... But it's just a dream after all! No one in the Firearms Institute takes these things seriously. We made this ourselves and they don't know it? The master is just daydreaming, haha."
Mo Xiaohu smiled and said, "Come! Let me show you the real treasure!" After that, he took down an unremarkable spear from the bottom row of the wall.
"This gun is called a matchlock gun! You put the iron ball wrapped in paper into the gun chamber, use the matchlock to trigger the gunpowder, and then you can shoot the ball to kill the enemy."
"It has infinite power! It makes a shocking sound! It can be said to be as loud as thunder and as powerful as lightning! If it is used in a military formation..."
Zhao Lie showed a trace of disdain in his eyes: "Don't brag, your thing has injured my brother, the shooting range is only 70 steps at most and it's crooked, it's far inferior to a bow and arrow."
"I'm here this time on an important mission to protect the gentleman. Bring me your automatic pistol!"
A trace of shame flashed across Mo Xiaohu's face, and he defended himself: "Isn't this the master? I have to introduce it bit by bit. There is also a second-generation flintlock rifle behind..."
"Your second generation also injured my brother, hurry up!"
Xie Xian looked at the two of them in doubt, then approached Zhao Lie and whispered, "How about... let's go back... I think it's safe with you guys here!"
It doesn't look like he's trying to get protective gear for himself, he's trying to blow me up!
Is this because they are resentful that they were too harsh on them?
"Hey, sir! You're already here!"
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