Chapter 111:

The munitions were collected in just three months, and now Lin Yuan has an unprecedented execution power in his hands. Everyone believes that Lin Yuan will lead them to a better life, with sufficient food and weapons. Not only In this way, the weapons are excellent.
Lin Yuan has weapons depots and factories in each city. The blacksmiths’ daily work is to build weapons. The better the quality of the weapons, the more monthly payments they can get. The quality represents the commission, so even if the blacksmiths don’t eat it. If you don't drink it, you are thinking about how to make your weapon sharper, more resilient, and not easy to break.
Looking at the long knives in front of him, Lin Yuan thought of the enemy weapons collected in several battles. Before the troubled times, in the peaceful era, the number of weapons was almost certain. No one would have nothing to do to shoot a few bows or arrows. If there is a knife, then the arrest will probably go to his house to greet him.
So in the troubled times, when the weapon arsenal was opened, most of the weapons were rusty. Because of technical limitations, there were many long knives that were sharp, but they broke when they broke.
It's like a more modern art knife. If it's not sharp anymore, just smash that section with a stone and continue using it.
The consumption and wear of weapons is huge, as are the costs to be invested.
Lin Yuan sometimes regrets that he didn't study science and engineering. He really didn't know how to make steel.
Except for Lin Yuan, the weapons of the rebels are not very good. The cost of building the weapons is too high. It is better for them to fight a few more battles and seize more, which is convenient and cheap.
Anyway, the battle is sure to be fought, and it is a surprise to be rewarded.
After Lin Yuan inspected the batch of weapons that were spot-checked, Chen Baisong asked someone to carry it down.
These knives will still break, but they are much better than before. In fact, sometimes Lin Yuan feels that people are degraded in certain aspects, such as the forging craftsmanship of the bronze age, and the toughness of the bronze swords unearthed in modern times can even match those of weapons made by modern craftsmanship. Leading Europe in the Middle Ages is more than a star and a half.
In the Middle Ages, many of the swords used by Europeans were pig iron directly used, and they would break with a little effort.
This situation has been maintained for a very long time.
However, the forging technology of bronze has not been passed down, and the forging of weapons has fallen into a bottleneck.
Lin Yuan picked up the long sword that the blacksmiths carefully crafted for him-the sword is not very practical on the battlefield, easy to break, inconvenient to use, it is difficult to operate, so the sword is generally a symbol of status, considered ancient Men's "luxury".
Since the craftsmen dared to send it to Lin Yuan, it proved that this was their most proud work.
Lin Yuan first picked up the long sword and weighed the weight, then lifted the sword and slashed towards the wooden table next to it. This was not easy, but in the end he chopped off a corner of the wooden table. Lin Yuan turned the tip of the sword to the ground, slowly Press down.
The body of the sword bends more and more, and when it reaches less than half of its original height, the sword breaks.
"Let them try again." Lin Yuan said to Chen Baisong, "It could be better."
Chen Baisong was expressionless, dripping blood in heart, such a good sword...
Lin Yuan sighed, he did not see the regret in Chen Baisong's eyes: "Did Song Shizhao and Luo originally come?"
Chen Baisong: "It should be on the road."
Lin Yuan nodded and said, "When they come, I can relax."
At first, Lin Yuan was worried that Song Shizhao and Luo Ben would not deal with it, but in fact their relationship was quite good. This made Lin Yuan a little surprised. After all, Song Shizhao was guarding even those who had no real talents, let alone Robben. This kind of person is really real.
Although it's not really a good friend to make good friends, on the surface, the relationship is well maintained. I heard that they had the opportunity to chat and drink together. Song Shizhao pretended to be drunk and didn't pay for the wine.
Chen Baisong also knows how busy Lin Yuan has been recently. Lin Yuan hardly has much time to sleep. He was with Lin Yuan and he had dark bags under his eyes during this period.
Lin Yuan yawned, while he felt that he should make up for a while, but his spirit was a little excited.
Lin Yuan said softly, "I don't know what happened to Ni Wenjun."
Ni Wenjun, who was far away in Hanyang, sneezed. The counsellor next to him was taken aback and hurriedly said with concern: "The cool breeze broke out last night, the general needs to take care of his body."
Ni Wenjun waved his hand. He was born tall, with a tiger-backed waist, a national character face, big eyes, and a loyal appearance. He said to the people around him: "It's nothing serious, but a little cool breeze can help me?"
The counselor saw that there was nothing wrong with Ni Wenjun, so he was relieved.
Ni Wenjun asked: "How is the grain?"
The counselor said: "All are ready."
Although there are a lot of old sesame seeds and rotten millet, they are also considered as food and can fill the stomach.
Ni Wenjun asked again: "Where are the weapons?"
There is a smile on the counselor’s face. He has been working on this recently. If you want to benefit from work, you must first sharpen your tools. Although food and grass are important things, what can soldiers eat? It’s fine to eat people who don’t die, people who don’t starve to die, but the weapons are different. He feels that he is doing a good job, and he can’t help but bring it to his face:
The previous confiscated was a lot of wastage, so his subordinates sent people to buy some more. When they come back, they are all sharp and unmatched, and they will surely make the soldiers indomitable."
Ni Wenjun was about to praise him, but the people outside the house told him: "General, Zhou Jianjun, please see me."
The supervising army is the person sent by the emperor to monitor in the barracks, but now that the government is under the control of Ni Wenjun, the supervising army naturally loses its original function.
"Zihao is here." Ni Wenjun showed a smile on his face, "Call him in."
Zhou Zihao's name is Zhou Zheng, he is proud of his writing, and he looks like a scholar. He looks like a modest gentleman. Ni Wenjun considers himself to be the emperor's material. Aren't the ministers around the emperor all such literati? So he has always treated Zhou Zihao with respect.
The counselor standing on the side saw Zhou Zihao and wanted to kick him out.
Those of them who followed Ni Wenjun wanted to get Ni Wenjun's blue eyes.
Ni Wenjun has only one person. The seats around him are all a carrot and a pit. They are all pursuing greater interests. They occupy a place next to Ni Wenjun. In order to become the person Ni Wenjun values ​​most, if they are killed Only those who work with them can climb up, and they will also raise butcher knives at each other.
Ni Wenjun himself was a fisherman and had no culture. Most of his counselors were renunciations halfway through, and there was no family inheritance. This made Zhou Zihao come forward.
But Zhou Zihao's face was black as soon as he came in, and one could tell at a glance that he was not feeling very happy.
Ni Wenjun was in a good mood, and asked, "What's wrong with Zihao? What's wrong with you?"
Zhou Zihao snorted coldly. He has always been like this in front of Ni Wenjun. He knows that Ni Wenjun advocates the character of literati, so no matter whether he has this thing or not, he must have it in front of Ni Wenjun. He said in his sleeves: "General Why don't you ask what ridiculous things Brother Wu did? What is the cause of the great general? Is it anxious for the general or is he trying to kill the general!"
This is too serious. Wu Moushi blushed and furiously said: "You, you spit on you! You relied on the general's love and scorned! Tell the truth! General! Don't listen to this person's nonsense!"
Zhou Zihao turned around and said coldly: "Brother Wu boo! Someone Zhou doesn't want to be with jackals!"
"Hey." Ni Wenjun rounded off, "What is this? It's just a matter of discussion, but it's more fierce than fighting. Didn't Zihao tell me last time, is it good for colleagues to be in harmony?"
Only then did Zhou Zihao grab his breath and calmly said to Ni Wenjun: "General, he replaced the fine grains with Chen Liang in order to have enough grain and grass. Only someone reported this morning. Those Chen Liang's hands will turn into ashes. General, soldiers eat this kind of food, what else can he fight? Since ancient times, soldiers and horses have not moved the food and grass first. Without food and grass, how can the soldiers and horses move?"
Ni Wenjun was taken aback, he turned his head and looked at Wu Moushi: "Did you just say..."
Wu Moushi gritted his teeth: "Zhou Zheng! You are exaggerating. Although it is old grain, it is not a pinch of ashes. Now in the war, where is there any fine grain? If there is fine grain, it would have been bought out by the big households. I can't afford to feed the whole army!"
Ni Wenjun nodded: "It makes sense, Zihao, the yield in the field is not very good now..."
Zhou Zihao said to Ni Wenjun: "General, I know he must be cunning and sophistry, so I brought the grain he put in the granary, you see."
He took out a small cloth bag from his arms, and when the bag was opened, a musty smell came over his face and filled the room.
Even Ni Wenjun couldn't help holding his breath, such a Chen Liang... how many years should it be?
Ni Wenjun also lived a hard life, but no matter how hard he lived, he never ate a pinch of the chaff that would become ashes.
Zhou Zihao clenched his fists and applied a little force. The chaff turned into ashes. As soon as he let go, the ashes were scattered.
Slowly floated in the air, and then fell to the ground.
Ni Wenjun’s face turned black, and he turned to ask the counselor: "This is what you give to the general’s soldiers? Your horses don’t eat this, don’t you? The soldiers are going to work hard for this general, you It's killing them!"
The counselor didn't dare to quibble at this time. He knelt down and said tremblingly: "General, you don't have enough money! The weapon is made of fine iron. If there is no weapon, how can you kill the enemy? For you!"
Ni Wenjun also knows that there is not enough silver. Although he can use a lot, what is the price of weapons now?
Weapons are too expensive, so the grain will naturally go back.
Zhou Zihao sneered and said: "I know you have said that, Brother Wu, the general is a talented person, all people of insight in the world are willing to rely on the general. A businessman asked to come to my door a few days ago and would like to send food to General, why? Brother Wu never thought of this? He still wants credit, so he doesn't care?"
Ni Wenjun: "Wait, you said there are merchants who want to send food to this general?"
Zhou Zihao knelt down: "The general's destiny is! Even a businessman will naturally surrender to the general."
Although he promised Jiang Guang to collect his food, he did not promise how much money he would give Jiang Guang.
He is a businessman, can he still be arrogant with the power?
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Jiang Guang: Damn it! He wanted to pit me!
Fortunately, I must be bigger than him.
Thanks: Yuanming threw a landmine