Farmer Fubo is open for business

Chang'an subconsciously avoided Lu Jingzhou's gaze, carried his little cousin into the living room, and placed him with Xiao Tuantuan.

The two babies lay together and turned their heads to look at each other, grinning widely.

Mrs. Shizi told Chang An about the incident in Prince Rui's Mansion: "There was a poisoning incident in Prince Rui's Mansion, and it was later found out that it was Concubine Lin who committed the poisoning. Concubine Lin hanged herself in order not to harm her children."

"She deserves it." Chang'an was not surprised that Concubine Lin would have this ending.

It is estimated that the princess used a trick and deliberately poisoned King Rui.

Because only when King Rui was poisoned could she deal with Concubine Lin and her son.

Mrs. Shizi smiled, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said, "The royal family is just like ordinary people. Once the head of the family cannot stand up, there will always be one or two overthinking people in the family."

Zhang Yuyan: "My family will not have such troubles. Chonglou has said that he will never take a concubine in his life."

Then he said to Chang'an: "Chang'an, if you marry, you must marry a man who does not take concubines."

Changan Nanran: "I'm not even sixteen yet, so it's still early to get married."

The little goldfish said that it is best for a woman to be eighteen years old before getting married, otherwise it will be very dangerous if she becomes pregnant and gives birth to a child.

Mrs. Shizi looked at her with a smile: "You can make an appointment first."

"Yes, yes! Pick the best one and get engaged first, otherwise all the good men will be chosen by others." Zhang Yuyan said with a smile.

Chang'an:.

The few of them talked for a while and teased the children before going to the banquet.

After the banquet, Song Erxiao, Wu Zhonglou and Lu Jingzhou discussed matters about Yandi and Northern Xinjiang, while Changan took his younger brother Xiao Shitou and younger sister Changning to the market.

Zhang Yao and Zhao Yuan followed on two-wheeled bicycles.

"I heard that there is a sea here, but I don't know how far it is?" Chang'an asked.

Changning: "It's far away, more than a hundred miles away. Sister, do you want to go see the sea?"

"Yeah." Chang'an has never seen what the sea looks like.

Although they entered and exited through Shanhaiguan, she had never been to the beach.

Chang Ning: "How about we ask dad to take us to have a look in a few days?"

Changan nodded.

Yuyang County is no different from other counties in the Central Plains. A few people walked around and then returned home.

At this time, Lu Jingzhou and Wu Zhonglou had left, and even Song Erxiao also left with them.

Zhao Yuan finally spoke to Chang'an alone and quickly handed her the car dealership's dividend: "Here are 60,000 taels of silver notes, and I also brought the deputy accounts of the past few years."

What he got was the dividends from the princess and Chang'an Tricycle Shop. "In recent years, our cars have been copied by others, and the shop's business has been worse than before. It's pretty good to be able to earn so much."

Zhao Yuan explained to Changan: "The same goes for two-wheelers. Their prices are cheaper than ours, and they have taken away many of our old customers."

"Who copied it first?" Chang'an asked.

Zhao Yuan: "It seems to be the Qin family. They disassembled and copied our flywheels and opened a large workshop, just like the workshop opened by Uncle Song."

Changan frowned.

The Qin family again? How shameless!

Fortunately, he and his uncle Song Sanshun opened a workshop in Yuyang County and expanded their business to surrounding counties, including Jizhou, otherwise they would be really pissed off.

Nowadays, many people in Yuyang County use two-wheeled vehicles or three-wheeled vehicles for transportation, which greatly saves the use of mules, horses, donkeys and cattle.

"Chang'an, I come here this time to stay under Uncle Song's account, just in time to get a taste of life in Northern Xinjiang."

Zhao Yuan said with a smile: "When the time comes, let's dig ginseng and pick Ganoderma lucidum in the woods together. We will definitely make more money than selling two or three wheels."

Chang'an:.

A boy is a boy after all, even if he is almost eighteen, he still seems not to have grown up.

In the evening, Changan calculated his property and found that including the dividends from his uncle, he already had hundreds of thousands taels.

With so much money in hand, she had very little to spend. Apart from investing in building walls and defenses for her father's guard, she also spent money on buying grain and wild ginseng.

However, she can use the money to make some firecrackers, which are also good for self-defense.

My father had a firecracker, but he didn't take it home. He said it was dangerous and should not be touched by children.

Chang'an touched it once, and the little goldfish gave him many styles of fire guns, as well as production methods and user manuals.

At that time, I saw that the images were too complicated and the materials were rare, so I didn’t take them seriously.

Now it seems that as long as you give the blueprints to the smelting masters in your own shop and let them make each part, and then use the fire bombs, it will definitely be extremely lethal.

Thinking of this, Chang'an suddenly became enlightened.

If you can make a small weapon like the one on the drawing and carry it with you, no matter how tiger or leopard you are, you won't be afraid of it.

Just do it.

The next day, Changan painted in the house, painting parts of firearms.

She watched it all night last night, simulating the size and shape many times, and finally remembered them all.

Including how to make the fired bullets, what materials are needed, etc., write them all down.

Changning asked curiously: "Sister, what are you drawing?"

"Accessories for the flywheel." Changan didn't tell the truth.

She didn't want her sisters to know about making these things, in case someone tried to trick them.

But I can't hide this from my father and uncle, because I need their help to complete it.

Changning soon lost interest in his sister's paintings and ran listlessly to amuse his younger brother.

After Chang An wrote down all the detailed drawings and instructions, he excitedly showed them to Song Sanshun.

"Uncle, let me show you something." Chang'an handed a stack of papers to Song Sanshun: "I want to make a few things for self-defense. Can you see if you can make them?"

Song Sanshun curiously took the paper and read it page by page. The more he read, the more frightened he became.

When he saw the finished product drawn by Chang An, he fell silent.

It is indeed not difficult to just look at the drawings, but it is very dangerous.

Just say that the sulfur and saltpeter used to make those fire bombs are the same as firecrackers and fireworks.

"I'll give it a try." Song Sanshun accepted the task given by his niece and decided to recruit a group of craftsmen to give it a try.

This thing must not be left to outsiders. You must build a workshop at home.

Chang'an handed his uncle a stack of silver notes: "Uncle, take these to buy some copper materials and build a separate warehouse. Be sure to keep it away from residences."

"I know." Song Sanshun was not polite and accepted his niece's banknote.

He had reason to suspect that his niece wanted to make a batch of firearms for her father, and then use them to make achievements.

In fact, each health center also has a department for making firecrackers, but those iron-sand firecrackers lag far behind the drawings given by my niece.

If my brother's team had this new type of firearm, they would not lose even if they fought against the Goryeo and Japanese countries, let alone the Northern Barbarians.

At this time, Song Erxiao had returned to the Northern Xinjiang Guards Office in advance, and Chang'an and his brother Aniang were temporarily living in Yuyang County.

A few months later, Song Sanshun finally made the first batch of portable firearms, advanced firearms that even little girls could use. (End of chapter)