In a blink of an eye, it was the time for the Chinese New Year again.

Unlike other families celebrating the New Year happily, the Sun family is immersed in grief.

After all, Mr. Sun left early without waiting for the child to be born.

However, he left peacefully, because at the end of the year, he heard that the farm tools designed by Wang Chong finally opened the market. After giving them to the farmers for use, they received widespread praise. So he spread to ten, ten to hundreds, and soon bought all the farm tools from the Sun family.

This news even reached neighboring counties and other provinces, and many businesses came here to buy this kind of farm tools.

The funds for the Sun family's difficulties were alleviated all of a sudden, which made Sun Yuanwai very pleased.

When he was dying, he called Wang Chong to the bedside and told him to take good care of Sun Xiuxiu. After he kept his eyes tilted, his head tilted, his feet kicked, and he left.

On the cloth shop, Sun Jitian personally escorted them. Although the horse thief was targeting them, they also found that the horse thief seemed to know their whereabouts, targeting them again and again.

But who made Sun Jitian powerful?

This guy can beat more than a dozen with a machete. If he had a helper, he could deal with more with his skills. Therefore, he would take the convoy from the territory of the horse thief without any danger every time.

In the summer of the next year, Wang Chong's child finally gave birth. Wang Chong's face finally smiled. He found that it was quite good to be a father.

Things seem to be developing in a good direction. Wang Chong believes that if he continues like this, he can make the Sun family develop better and better.

But shortly after the child was born, one night, Sun Jitian rushed into the Sun's family with his broken arm.

"The cloth, all the cloth was robbed, and the people in the convoy were dead..."

After saying this, Sun Jitian tilted his head and completely fainted.

Wang Chong, who was coaxing the child to sleep with Sun Xiuxiu, got the news and rushed out immediately.

"Call the doctor quickly, hurry up!"

Fortunately, Sun Jitian has been in good health since childhood, so after breaking his arm, he still took it down. After a week of unconsciousness, Sun Jitian finally woke up.

"Doctor, how is he doing?" Wang Chong asked, looking at Sun Jitian who had woken up.

"It's okay for the time being. I'll take more rest in the future. But I can't do anything about this broken arm." The doctor sighed and left here.

"Hahaha..." Sun Jitian laughed a few times: "Erping, I'm fine, I'm just an arm, and after the injury heals, he's a hero again."

"Brother, please say less." Sun Xiuxiu held the child, her eyes turned red.

Lin Shimei took a towel and wiped Sun Jitian's face and cried, "It's fine, it's fine, but in the future, wuwu..."

Due to the limited technology of the ancients, it was difficult for disabled people to live, so it was no wonder that Lin Shimei was so sad.

"Tell me what's going on." Wang Chong nodded to Sun Jitian.

"This time we came back with cloth from other provinces, and it was the same road as before. But this time, three masters came, and they all covered their faces, so I could only barely deal with it."

"Are they the bandits of Ma Dahu?" Wang Chong asked.

"Ma Dahu is here too, but he is not my opponent at all. I suspect we know the three masters this time, so they all covered their faces."

"Three brothers of the Zhao family!" Sun Xiuxiu gritted her teeth!

The Zhao family has three brothers, the eldest, Zhao Shouzheng, the second, Zhao Shouyi, and the third, Zhao Shouqiang, all of them are martial arts practitioners.

However, these three people are not as good as Sun Jitian in terms of force. If they add up, it may not be necessary.

"A few years ago, Zhao Shouyi and Zhao Shouqiang were learning martial arts outside. Could it be that he has come back?" Sun Xiuxiu said.

"They will definitely hide for a while if they hurt Ji Tian now." Wang Chong thought for a while and said, "But it doesn't matter, I have a way to deal with them."

In the following days, the Sun family suspended importing cloth and only operated its own advantageous industries.

Wang Chong has been at home these days, and no one knows what he is doing. He only sees boxes of firecrackers being moved into the house.

The former fellow blacksmith Huang also brought a total of ten iron pipes that he owed Wang Chong. In addition, Wang Chong asked other blacksmiths to make iron pipes of varying lengths, and he moved them all to his home.

No one knew what he was fiddling with. Only some servants from the Sun family heard the sound of "bang bang bang" from time to time in the yard.

The sound is loud and it scares people every time.

Everyone is rumored that the Sun family, the son-in-law, started to lose his job and only knew how to play firecrackers and let his wife take care of everything.

Half a year later, Sun Jitian's injury finally stabilized and he could get out of bed.

And Wang Chong finally designed something he was satisfied with, the flintlock rifle!

That's right, he has been designing a killing weapon these days, flintlock rifle, and some people call it musket.

He thought about this idea that year after the disaster, the people and the people were living in poverty and thieves emerged. Killing and robbery occurred in many places, and refugee riots occurred in faraway places. Warlords took advantage of the chaos to establish themselves as kings, and the corrupt and incompetent court had no time to take care of it.

His body was too weak in this life. In order to protect himself, Wang Chong thought of a gun. With a gun, he could easily deal with horse thieves like the big horses without any effort.

So he asked Huang blacksmith to build the main body of the gun, the iron pipe.

Because Dalong Chao also participated in the design of muskets, he knew how to do this thing.

After the iron pipe was manufactured, because there was no modern industry, he could only choose flintlock guns with bullets separately installed. Although it was troublesome, as long as he was skillful in operation, this thing was actually quite useful.

Wang Chong remembered that in the 18th century, the main weapon used by Western expeditions was a flintlock rifle. He first stuffed gunpowder into the tube, held small iron beads in his mouth, stuffed gunpowder into the tube, and then pulled the trigger.

The striker hit the flint, the spark ignited the gunpowder, and small iron beads were fired out.

Therefore, the flintlock can also be regarded as a shotgun, because the bullets fired are all scattered.

This is much easier to use than the ancient musket barrels in my country. The reason why the muskets were not fully developed in ancient my country was because the aiming rate was too low. However, if the bullets were scattered, it would completely solve the problem of difficult aiming.

In addition to the trouble of filling, the flintlock rifle has the short distance and is only effective at thirty or forty meters, but this is enough for Wang Chong.

It is actually not that easy to make these flintlock rifles. Although there are all materials, gunpowder, flint, barrels, and small objects such as firing needles are more difficult.

Therefore, Wang Chong asked the craftsmen to design and polish it for a long time before he could barely produce dozens of them.

During this period, his yard was transformed into a place where irons were thrust.

However, the effect was also gratifying. He assembled fifty-eight flintlock rifles, ten of which were short-tube flintlock rifles, and the rest were flintlock rifles like rifles.

"Very good, the next thing is to train them to use it." Wang Chong went to Sun Jitian immediately to discuss his plan to go into the cloth himself.
Chapter completed!