From today onwards, only 3000 guns will be made. The process of making the guns will be monitored by the Embroidered Uniform Guards.
Also, all the guns must have serial numbers on them, and the bullets must have the names of the soldiers written on them in ink. Not a single gun or bullet can be used by the people, understand?”
Tang Ruowang and a few assistants quickly knelt down."I accept your orders! He would never allow a single bullet to be released to the public.”
Zhu Youjian smiled in satisfaction and asked,""Old Tang, does this gun have a name?”
Tang Ruowang had already given the gun a name, but the emperor said that he was the chief designer of the gun.
He naturally knew what the Emperor meant.
"Replying to Wansui, I haven't given it a name yet. Why don't we let Wansui give it a name?”
Zhu Youjian smiled even more happily. He stroked the purplish-red butt of the gun and looked at the barrel that could reflect his face. He began to wonder what the gun should be called.
He had to give it a good name, a symbolic name, so that the spear would become famous along with the Ming army.
The most well-known was the famous AK47. AK referred to the inventor, Kalashnikov, and 47 was the year the gun was installed.
Zhu Youjian remembered that this year was the 17th year of Chongzhen. For a transmigrator like him, it was a year of transmigration and a year of changing the history of the Celestial Dynasty.
This year was too meaningful. Everything that happened this year should not have happened, just like this musket.
But now, he was already in Zhu Youjian's hands. He was like Guan Shou, Yu Bao, and the other legendary figures who had come to his side.
What would happen next would be like a violent wind and waves, heroic and unstoppable.
Zhu Youjian patted the spear and said in a clear voice,""Let's call it Chongzhen 17."
"Chongzhen 17? Hmm, good name! This was the gun made by the emperor in the 17th year of Chongzhen! What a good name!"
"Not bad! It's indeed a good name!"
"With this 17th year of Chongzhen, our Great Ming will definitely rise again! Long live the Emperor!"
"Long live our emperor! Long live!"
All the ministers were extremely excited. Seeing such a powerful flintlock, let alone defending the city, even if they were to pull it out and fight with the Qing cavalry, it would still shatter their horses. The Chongzhen 17's firing speed was even faster than the three-line formation. With such continuous firepower and accuracy, one could imagine what kind of combat power these 3000 people would have on the battlefield.
However, Zhu Youjian was still somewhat satisfied with just the gun.
"Minister Tang, Chongzhen 17th, you have made meritorious deeds, but I still have a big plan. I need more powerful weapons on the ship, do you understand?”
As he spoke, Zhu Youjian drew the shape of a bowl with his hands.
The others did not understand the meaning of this gesture, but Tang Ruowang knew very well that this Westerner was not a bowl, but a cannon. The caliber of the cannon was even larger than that of the Hongyi Cannon.
"I, Tang Ruowang, will definitely work hard to fulfill Your Majesty's wish as soon as possible.”
At night, Zhu Youjian, who was tired but still very excited, returned to his bedroom.
Now, he just wanted to take a comfortable bath and get rid of the fatigue and smell of gunpowder.
If one had to say what Zhu Youjian had brought to the palace after he transmigrated, it would be the bathroom he had built in the back hall of the bedroom.
Not only did the palace's bathroom have a shower, but it also had a huge bath.
Although it was called a bath, it was almost the same as a swimming pool. Zhu Youjian filled the pool with warm water and swam in it.
There was also a small house at the side. It was the spa he had built.
This bathroom completely belonged to Zhu Youjian.
The only person who was fortunate enough to accompany Zhu Youjian in this bathroom was his big partner, Wang Chengen.
Every time, he and Wang Chengen, the old eunuch, would take a bath together under the service of a group of young eunuchs.
Someone asked why Zhu Youjian didn't let the palace maids serve him in the bath.
It wasn't that he didn't want to, but when the bathhouse was being built, a bunch of censors had already stopped it.
Some said that this bathroom was indecent, some said that the Emperor might drown in the bath, and some said that if the Emperor did so, the upper class would follow suit.
The people in this world would lose their fighting spirit, be intoxicated by the gentle land, and not think of making progress.
The funniest one was the censor of the Right Capital. He said that the status of the palace maids was low. If the Emperor did such a dissolute thing, there would definitely be a demoness who would take the opportunity to corrupt the palace and confuse the Emperor.
In the beginning, Zhu Youjian did not think much of it.'I just built a bathroom, and I'm f * cking comparable to Jie Zhou?'
Ignoring these gossiping officials, he continued to cultivate. When these censors were tired of scolding, they would stop.
However, Zhu Youjian had underestimated the combat strength of these guys.
Not only were they not tired of scolding, but the more they scolded, the more excited they became.
They blocked Donghua Gate and cried day and night.
Especially that censor of the Right Capital, who scolded Zhu Youjian for being a fatuous ruler.
Donghua Gate wasn't located in the Imperial Palace. It was separated from the bustling Donghua Gate Street by a river.
This group of censors clearly wanted the emperor's face to be thrown to the people.
Forget it, forget it. Back then, in order to listen to a few girls play music, Taizu was even scolded by the censor. In the end, he even personally came out to apologize to the censor. He was just short of writing an edict of sin.
Zhu Youjian knew that he did not have the dignity of Taizu, so he could only compromise.
In the end, Qian Qianyi had the face to persuade the censor and made Zhu Youjian set up a law that the royal bathroom was not open to women. Only then did the censor let Zhu Youjian off and the bathroom was built.
In the bath, Zhu Youjian was enjoying it with his eyes closed. Wang Chengen said,""Your Majesty, tell me, how can the world be peaceful?”
"Big partner, what do you want to say?"
"This old servant doesn't have anything to say. Now that the world is at peace, Your Majesty can rest.”
Zhu Youjian opened his eyes and looked at the wrinkled Wang Chengen. He felt that this sinister and vicious eunuch really cared for him like a father or brother.
He was touched for a moment and thought that he should reward this old man. He said,
"Big partner, what wish do you have? You've worked hard all these years. I want to make it up to you.”
When Wang Chengen heard the Emperor say this, he quickly shook his head and said,""Your Majesty, this old servant didn't mean that. This old servant only wants to accompany His Majesty. Haha, this old servant will be content.”
"Alright, Big Companion, after this one passes away, this one wants you to be worthy of being worshipped by this one's side, enjoying the incense for generations.”
"Really?" Wang Chengen's eyes widened. One had to know that apart from the princes and generals, those who were worthy of worshipping the Imperial Mausoleum were famous officials who had made great contributions.
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