But Li Fei’s surname is Li.
So Emperor Ming Yan wrote back to Yan Shiyue and sent two shadow guards over.
After receiving the letter from Emperor Ming Yan, Yan Shiyue went to inform Yuwen Dan about the matter of the craftsman registration, and Yuwen Dan was very grateful.
Then she asked someone to clear out a separate shed so that they could make muskets.
He did not expect it to be so smooth. Li Fei was extremely delighted to see that he could soon come into contact with the most sophisticated firearms.
Everyone congratulated them. Li Fei still looked honest and modest.
When he went out to the toilet at night, a man caught up with him and said from a distance, "Li Sanlang!" Li Fei turned around, and the man said, "Can I have a word with you?"
Although it was dark, Li Fei could tell that this was a craftsman from the same room, so he asked, "What's up?"
"Something's up," the man held his arm and said, "I need your help. Come here."
Li Fei was slightly startled.
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But he always acted like a good guy, so he had to follow. The man dragged him to the corner of the house and said, "You are obviously not good at making copper and iron tools! Why should I choose you!"
Li Fei slowly stepped back calmly, "This was picked by Lady Fu."
He said, "Don't be so proud! Don't you think about what would happen if you died?"
As he spoke, he suddenly moved closer and stabbed with a knife.
Li Fei hesitated for a moment.
If he resists, he will expose his skills, but if he doesn’t resist... he will die under this man’s knife!
He hesitated for only a moment, then pretended to be panicked, took a step back, moved his body to one side to avoid the front, and kicked the man's knife away: "Stop! Murder! Murder! Help!"
As he yelled, he tripped over his toes, knocking the man to the ground, then turned and ran.
The next moment, someone shouted in a deep voice: "Who are you? Stop!"
Before Li Fei could say anything, he saw a flash of cold light before his eyes... It was as fast as lightning and pierced directly into his thigh! Blood spurted out immediately.
Li Fei groaned.
Huo Qijing immediately stepped forward and quickly handcuffed his hands: "Who are you? How dare you break into the Arsenal!"
Li Fei gritted his teeth in pain: "General Huo, spare my life! I am the craftsman Li Fei!"
Soon, everyone was gathered together, and after questioning, it turned out that the coppersmith had injured someone out of jealousy.
Yan Shiyue complained to Huo Qijing in front of everyone: "What's wrong with you? I just picked out the three of them and wanted to make something!"
"Sorry!" Huo Qijing apologized solemnly: "Someone shouted that someone was murdered, and I thought it was a criminal breaking in."
Yan Shiyue pouted: "What should we do now?"
He said: "I didn't use too much force, he should be able to recover in two or three months."
Yan Shiyue was reluctant to blame her lover, so she bent down and said to Li Fei: "I'm so sorry, Master Li, you should go down the mountain to recuperate first. Don't worry, I know your craftsmanship. When you come back, our previous agreement will not change, and you have to come back to help me."
Huo Qijing said: "I will ask someone to take care of you, please don't mind."
Li Fei was so upset that he almost vomited blood.
Why at this moment! If the injury was a little less serious, he would have asked to work with the injury, but now he can't even stand up.
He had to look terrified and grateful: "I dare not, I dare not, my humble life... I dare not accept a single word of favor from the Marquis."
That night, Li Fei was sent back to Chang'an City and placed in a house.
Huo Qijing kept his word and hired servants to take care of him, as well as doctors to check on him and give him medicine regularly.
After he was sent away, Huo Qijing whispered to Yan Shiyue, "His kung fu should be about the same as Jia and the others. There is definitely something wrong."
All right, that's what Emperor Ming Yan needs to worry about. Yan Shiyue held his forehead and said, "So, I only have two people now."
If it's not done in large quantities, the fewer people the better.
So the next day Yan Shiyue took people to start making muskets.
Only she, Yuwen Dan and Wang Luban were present at the event; Huo Qijing and the fifth prince were not allowed to enter.
Xia Bei kept muttering beside the Fifth Prince: "Master, why is the young prince still on guard against us? He didn't even let us in. What's the point?"
"Don't talk nonsense!" The fifth prince scolded softly, "Yu'er is not that kind of person. Besides, A Jing didn't get in!"
Xia Bei said, "I am not a servant who is aggrieved for you! You are a prince, and you are on a mission under the emperor's order. No one dares to guard against you but you."
The fifth prince did not answer.
Xia Bei has been with him for five years.
He seemed loyal, but he knew that he should be Concubine Xian's man.
It's a pity that even though he knew that he had ulterior motives, he was powerless to resist. Even if he was asked to leave, the one who replaced him might not be clean.
Without money and power, and if you can't give them what they want, they will naturally look for other masters.
He had understood this truth a long time ago.
Just then, someone came in and said, "Master Wu, two craftsmen were burned at the small furnace just now."
"Oh?" The fifth prince immediately stood up and walked over there while asking, "What's going on?"
The small furnace was the iron smelting furnace that Yan Shiyue had built for making fire guns. The man said, "The small furnace had just been completed, and the craftsmen were testing the fire when a stone suddenly fell from above their heads. In order to avoid the stone, the two craftsmen accidentally hit the furnace."
The fifth prince frowned and said, "I have been testing the Shenwei cannon recently. The ground has been blasted loose. That cave can't be used, so let's move to another one. I'll go check on those two people first."
The two craftsmen were not seriously burned, so their lives were not in danger. One of them had the fire burnt on his back and half of his hair was singed, and the other had the fire burnt on his thigh and he kept groaning.
The doctor said, "Fifth Master, we are missing a few medicines."
The fifth prince said, "Write it down and I'll ask someone to buy it."
Because the security here is very tight, people like imperial physicians, craftsmen, royal chefs, etc. are not allowed to enter or leave. Only a handful of people including Yan Shiyue and the fifth prince are allowed to enter and leave freely, so when the imperial physician needs medicine, these people have to buy it.
The doctor wrote it down and said, "Your Highness, hurry up! These medicines may be needed in the future. If you can't buy them all, find a few more places and buy more."
The fifth prince agreed and asked people to make several copies and sent a few more people. Then he went to the Shenwu Army in person to give instructions and let the people go.
Yan Shiyue and the other two locked themselves in a room, studying the musket. They first drew a blueprint and made a mold, then prepared to give it a try.
As soon as he went out, he saw a group of people coming back with big and small bags. Yan Shiyue was shocked: "What are they doing?"
Xia Bei was sent out to greet the guests. He bowed hastily and said, "Our Fifth Master sent someone out to buy some things." He paused and said, "I'll send some snacks over for Your Highness to taste later."
Yan Shiyue nodded, still missing the ascetic lifestyle of the Fourth Prince. However, the Fifth Prince was still young after all, so it was not surprising that he had a greedy appetite.
I said, "I won't eat. If you have nothing to do, try not to go in and out."
"Yes," Xia Bei said, "I will definitely persuade Master Wu."
Yan Shiyue waved her hand and left.
After spending several days, they finally made the first musket.
It is said that in the early Qing Dynasty, Dai Zi from Hangzhou invented a 28-shot chain-musket, which was recorded in Ji Xiaolan's "Youwei Thatched Cottage Notes". It is said to be shaped like a pipa with an iron pipe in the front.
What they made was much more delicate than the pipa, and more like the pistols of later generations. However, she had the idea of how to fire continuously, but she had not figured out how to implement it specifically.
If it is made to look like a revolver, well, the precision requirements for the magazine and bullets are too high, and I'm afraid it cannot be mass-produced.
Yan Shiyue was almost obsessed with it. Yuwen Dan and Wang Luban were experts and were even more fascinated by it. They almost couldn't eat.
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