However, his Chinese level is limited, and it is okay to speak some ordinary social language. Whenever he involves professional terms, some words become obscene. Fire Master Yasan is impatient. Seeing a monk next to him carrying a musket, he asked him to come and put it in his hand to explain to Yang Ling.

The fire gun used by the Ming army at that time was also called the fire door gun. The fire door gun was very simple. It usually required two people to fire, one of which was filled with gunpowder and tung slab. Then insert iron or lead bullets, and then use red-hot metal wire or charcoal to ignite the gunpowder in the fire door, thereby shooting the projectiles out.

This kind of leisurely launch method is naturally not suitable for the scene of thousands of troops fighting on the battlefield. Later, it was operated by one person. Not only was the shooting speed slower, but the soldiers also held a musket in one hand and a fire-induced object in the other, and they could not aim at it at all.

The method that Fired Master Yasan said is to use a slowly burning twist to ignite the gunpowder. It only takes a very simple firing device, and it is not difficult to transform.

In this way, soldiers can hold the gun in both hands, with a great increase in accuracy. Moreover, the extended special barrel can be filled with more gunpowder, and the projectiles fired generate rotational force, and the range and shooting speed are greatly increased.

Most of the veterans who taught muskets around Liu Biao were responsible for craftsmen. When he heard the fireman Ya Sanke stumbling and said the method, his disapproving expression suddenly disappeared.

Yang Ling was still not very clear about the machinery he or she said. But seeing the expressions of the arms craftsmen, she knew that the method mentioned by the Fire Master Yasan must be feasible.

After hearing him talk about the principle of this firefly gun, Yang Ling suddenly had a whim. He couldn't help but say to the fireman Yasan: "Prince, if you improve the fuse, install a small flint and use the sparks generated by friction to ignite the gunpowder, the speed is probably much faster, right? And it can be used in rainy days. Do you think it is feasible?"

Some things are not something that cannot be done, but I am afraid that they will not expect them. As soon as Yang Ling said that, not only did the Fire Master Yasan widen his blue eyes, but even the military craftsmen who had just understood the principle of the medley gun were shocked and immediately thought of its feasibility and great value.

The Fire Master Ya Sanxiang's mouth closed like a fish that was away from the water for a long time before shouting: "My God is really jealous. God has given the adults infinite wisdom. I think... It is not difficult for me to transform these. The adults' ideas are really feasible. You will have an invincible musket team."

Yang Ling was also very excited. He clenched his fists, took a long breath after a while, and ordered Liu Biao: "Arrang the best place to live and treat these priests well. They are my good friends."

Yang Ling turned around and smiled at the Fire Essential Yasan and said, "Prince, please live here with confidence. The nomads in the north often invade the territory of the Ming Dynasty. I really hope that you can help my soldiers create better weapons and protect our homes and land.

In return, I promise to spare no effort to help you and all priests and friends, to allow you to preach in the Ming Dynasty and to spread the gospel of God to the most powerful and civilized land in the East. I am even willing to donate to you to build a magnificent church.”

After hearing this, A San of the Fire Earl almost cried. Several missionaries looked at Yang Ling with tears in their eyes, and were so moved that they were extremely moved. They were full of enthusiasm and passion, and came to this foreign country with the will and instructions of the pope, but in recent years, they became more and more miserable.

The religious fanaticism and poor identity made them neither willing nor able to travel across the ocean before returning to their hometown. Now they only need to pay such a small price. If you give me some advice on improving the musket, you can get the full support of the powerful figures of the Ming Dynasty. So what else can you refuse?

They seemed to have seen a solemn and sacred church standing in the east, as if they had seen the Pope dressed them in a vermilion bishop's robe with his own hands.

Yang Ling sent these treasures to the best place to live, and had a tea chat for a while, hoping to dig out a few more shipbuilding experts and sailing experts from these people. Unfortunately, the others, except for the Bible, mostly studied chemistry and philosophy. Yang Ling did not have the intention of letting them write books, so he turned to talk about the customs and customs of Portugal.

Although Yang Ling had limited knowledge of the place, for these missionaries, he felt like meeting an old friend in a foreign land. He was chatting, and suddenly a man walked into the room and whispered to Liu Biao. Liu Biao came up and looked at the gap and interrupted: "Sir, the old housekeeper in your house is here to look for you, and it seems that there is something urgent."

Yang Ling was a little surprised, and he stood up and said, "You want him to come in."

After a moment, the senior manager hurried in and said happily when he saw him: "Master, you are indeed here. Guests are coming from the house. You should go back quickly."

He kept asking someone to wait in front of the door for the master to return home. Later, he received a report from his family. He said that the master's sedan chair was not in the door and went directly to the back mountain. Then he chased after him impatiently and found Yang Ling here.

Yang Lingqi said: "Who is it?"

The senior manager opened his mouth and looked at the people in the room. Yang Ling understood and sued several priests and left the room. The senior manager grabbed his sleeves and said nervously: "Master, the emperor is here, and he has been to the mansion for a while."

Yang Ling was startled when he heard this and asked, "Master? How long has he been here? Are you still in the mansion?"

The senior manager said with a hint of disgrace: "It's almost an hour since the emperor came. I heard that you are not in the mansion. He...... He walked around the middle hall for a while, and the wife came out to talk to her. He was bored and rushed into the backyard. The old slave dared not stop him."

Yang Ling understood as soon as he heard this. At that time, etiquette was very particular. The Yang family's backyard was the residence of the female family. Even the senior manager never took a step forward. The foreign guests could only meet in the atrium. Unless close friends could not go to the residence of the female family in the back hall. No wonder the old housekeeper was embarrassed and anxious.

Based on Yang Ling's understanding of this little emperor, he knew that he was so casual. Sometimes when he had fun, he laughed and played with Liu Jin and others, and was not as good as the emperor. He would not care about these common etiquettes. Moreover, Zhengde is just a playful person. He is not as dirty as the legendary fool. What kind of ruthless behavior can he do to his wives and concubines?

However, the old housekeeper's behavior also shows that he is loyal to himself. Yang Ling comforted the executive: "I understand, the emperor is young and does not like to be restrained and does not pay much attention to these etiquettes. I will go back immediately."

Yang Ling returned to the room and told Liu Biao to take good care of several priests. Even Wu Jie and Huang Qiyin didn't care about meeting each other, so they said goodbye and went out to walk inside and outside the factory.

Zhengde in Yang Ling's memory is a handsome, handsome, kind and romantic emperor in folk legend. Most of the private visits of the Qing Dynasty emperors circulated in later generations came from the legend of Zhengde. As for Emperor Zhengde in the official history of the Qing people, he was a foolish, lustful, and even somewhat perverted emperor.

Zhu Houzhao, who he had personally contacted, looked similar to most ordinary young people in modern times. In the Confucian era when children at the age of seven or eight are familiar with the knowledge of saints, express their ethics and have achieved great ethics, the actions of this young emperor who attracted attention from the whole country naturally seemed a bit absurd.

Seeing the old housekeeper following him, his expression was a little more anxious than him, Yang Ling didn't feel a little funny. If it were modern times, Zhengde's behavior would not be so shocking, right? Zhu Houzhao had seen Yu Tangchun as beautiful as she was, and she had never thought about it. Are you still afraid that he would have thought of his wife and concubine?

When Yang Ling thought of this, he suddenly turned his mind, and remembered that there was a Dailouer in his backyard. This woman was very utilitarian and was naturally charming. If she wanted to seduce a young boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, wouldn’t she be able to make it easy?

Judging from the situation where the two dated and knew each other during this period, she was very scheming and cruel. Now the little emperor is just listening and believing, and his ears are very soft. If she meets the emperor and wants to cling to the emperor, she intends to seduce him...

If the Eight Tigers do evil, they can still check and balance it. If Cheng Qiyun wins the emperor's favor, with this woman's method, the little emperor who can confuse him may not even recognize his own father. If she becomes Zhengde's pillow and wants to do evil, wouldn't she have a female devil?
Chapter completed!