In addition, I won’t mention the horse riding horses that seem to be sheep. The place where Lao Bai lived since childhood was not a pastoral area, but military horses and horse racing had many opportunities to get in touch. The neighbors also raised three horses, but they just told everyone that riding horses is not that simple.

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Guo Dong looked at the other party's cold gaze and the hands pressed on the hilt, and suddenly became scared and sweated. Fortunately, Li Meng in the room said loudly:

"Is it Guo Dong? I asked him to come, let him in!"

At this time, the two salt dicks turned sideways and let him go. Before Guo Dong entered the house, he couldn't help but stop and breathe a sigh of relief. He thought to himself how the salt dicks under Li Meng had such a strong murderous aura. Guo Dong had also seen many border soldiers from Liao Town when he was in Liaodong. The border soldiers from Liao Town have always been the best in the world, but even the soldiers of the generals did not seem to have such an aura. How could they be trained?

As soon as he entered the room, Guo Dong was about to kneel down to greet him, but he was stopped by Li Meng. Li Meng's always calm expression became a little anxious and asked:

"Can that thing be made?"

Guo Dong quickly handed over the long bag in his hand. Li Meng took it and opened the bag, revealing the equipment inside - a musket. This was the first time Li Meng had come into contact with a firearm since he came to this era. Li Meng felt his heart beating violently.

However, after the musket in the bag skin showed the whole picture, Li Meng was not so excited. When he looked up and down there, he always felt something was wrong with his impression. Are the muskets in ancient times like this?

The general shape of this musket is not much different from that of the rifle, but the barrel is too slender, and it is difficult to even stuff the little finger into the caliber of the muzzle. Looking at Li Meng frowned, Guo Dong asked nervously:

"Master, is there any problem with this musket?"

"Is this barrel too thin?"

"Not detailed, not detailed, it was like this when I was in Liao Town. The villain also created it, so why didn't you know?"

Li Meng shook his head and shouted outside:

"You two walked out of the yard and closed the yard door. Remember not to stand by the door and go behind the wall."

Yan Ding, who was guarding outside, agreed. When the gate of the yard was closed, Li Meng walked into the yard. Guo Dong took out a small bag, took out lead and fire from it, and loaded the musket with medicine there. The whole strip was a bamboo branch. It was probably a hurry again. It would be difficult to hit such a thin piece of strip.

After filling the musket, Guo Dong lit the fuse with flint. Li Meng put the flint at the end of the musket, lit the guinea pig in the medicine pool, and took it up according to the previous shooting posture...

With a "touch", Li Meng aimed at the thick wooden door in the yard. It was less than thirty steps away. Such a large target was naturally a hit.

Li Meng didn't feel any recoil, that is, his shoulders trembled. It was far worse than modern rifles and submachine guns. The key to the problem is that compared to the high-voltage* he had played with, the recoil is still much smaller. Looking up at the thick wooden door, you can still find the lead.

The lead shot from the musket was just trapped in it and did not penetrate it. Li Meng's face suddenly turned dark. What's the power? The lead is less than one-third of the size of his little finger, and it is light and fluttering. Even if he hits it, what will happen? It's still within thirty steps.

Guo Dong next to him looked at Li Meng's wrong expression and explained in a panic:

"Master, this thing is not very useful in Liaodong. The soldiers are unwilling to use it. They say that they can't even penetrate the cotton armor of the Tartars, and they are still exploding. To be honest, the master said that bows and arrows are the most useful. Among the several craftsmen who are with the villain, there are also people who can make bows and arrows..."

"How did it be so detailed?"

Guo Dong's words were immediately interrupted by Li Meng, and Guo Dong said with a smile:

"Master, you don't know that this musket must be thin and long to hit far. If there are some good guys, it can be even thinner."

Li Meng frowned and desperately recalled the European-style smoothbore gun I saw in the Military Museum in his previous life. Then he looked at the musket in his hand and finally understood where the problem was. This long barrel firearm should be called a bird gun. Although it was equipped with a light firearm from the Ming army, it could only be used to kill a bird.

"What's the use of slenderness? Thickness is real."

According to his vague memory, Li Meng put his fingers at two-thirds of the length of the barrel and opened his mouth and ordered:

"Just this length, the diameter has been expanded several times. The barrel of this gun is almost half a long spear. What's the use of such a long one? It's just built as I said."

Guo Dong also wanted to say that this was inconsistent with the rules created in the past, but he was a slave to others. Moreover, he was quite anxious when he saw Li Meng's expression, so he didn't dare to distinguish anything. He could only think in his heart that it would be easy if the barrel was thick, and it would take several days less than the thin diameter of the pipe.

In October of the sixth year of Chongzhen, Lijiazhuang in Fengmeng Town had been built roughly. It was said to be a manor, pavilion, water pavilion and other landscapes. It was just a wall that surrounded a house, and the walls were not high. The residents were nothing more than dozens of Liao people who were sheltered and 150 saltmen stationed here.

Yanding is trained daily under the supervision of Li Meng. Liao people either cultivate in nearby fields or work in salt fields. Those who have craftsmanship are all from their respective shops.

Nowadays, salt and salt transactions are carried out in Fengmeng Town. Fengmeng Town has become much more prosperous than last year. After all, so many salt merchants and salt vendors are dealing with food, accommodation and spending money here. In modern terms, it can also be regarded as driving the local economy. The market in Fengmeng Town has gradually become prosperous.

Some shops and the like in Jiaozhou City also have semicolons here. After all, there is also a Jiao River here, leading to Qingzhou and Yanzhou. The transportation is quite convenient, and everything here is convenient.

Li Meng found that although he controlled the private salt trafficking in nearly two governments, his income was considered a daily profit, but the silver money that fell into his bag was spent like flowing water in a blink of an eye. The food, clothing, housing and transportation of these 750 people was too expensive. Li Meng felt that the standard for his subordinates was not high.

He sent people to Laizhou Camp to inquire. The military pay for the military was statutory one tael of five cents a month, a tumble of rice and flour. Including weapons and other expenses, it costs about twenty-five taels of silver a year, and seven hundred and fifty people were nearly twenty-five taels of silver a year. According to the income of controlling the private salt of the two governments after July, Li Meng had an income of about 32,000 taels a year.
Chapter completed!