"Since I started the operation just now, you have to record the entire process of making gunpowder and compile it into a detailed document." Wang Mi read as he worked.

Okay, okay, isn’t it just about writing documents?

This little thing can't trouble him!

He Mai nodded proudly.

"So, what ratio did I follow when I mixed sulfur and saltpeter together?"

Still stirring the charcoal in his hand, Wang Mi asked seemingly unintentionally. As expected, He Mai, who had been so proud just now, was stunned.

"at the very beginning?"

"At that time, I didn't come over to see it at all!"

"right!"

"You didn't notice either!" He Mai looked at He Wuji. At the critical moment, his brother was still there to rely on.

He Wuji shrugged and said helplessly: "Ah Mai, you usually brag, saying that you are extremely smart and have a photographic memory, but why don't you remember this moment?"

"Two ounces of sulfur and two ounces of saltpeter."

"Zhiyuan, am I right?"

"It seems that Wuji observed very carefully." Wang Mi agreed. There was no need to look at He Mai's expression. He must be more depressed than eating coptis.

He gritted his teeth and thought for a long time, and finally opened his mouth: "Since you remember Wuji clearly, then I will leave this job to you, right?"

snort!

Who doesn’t know how to have a bad temper?

Why can't I, a little boy, come here? They are all from the He family anyway, and the wealth does not go to outsiders.

He Mai has this bad thing. His enthusiasm comes and goes quickly. He also likes to compete with others, especially when fighting with He Wuji. He always fights over trivial matters.

Of course, they have no principled disputes and will never betray each other. After all, they are all brothers of the same family.

For Wang Mi, listening to their jokes was a great pastime.

"Leave it to me, leave it to me. Do you still think I can't do it well?" He Wuji is not someone to be trifled with.

Isn’t it just a quarrel?

Who is afraid of whom?

Seeing that the two sides were about to start a fight and quarrel again, Wang Mi quickly made peace: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, if you want to do something, everyone has a share."

"It doesn't matter that this pistol already has a model, but it's still far from being able to actually fire a shot!"

"Wuji, you also want to do something, and there are plenty of opportunities."

"For desk jobs like paperwork, Amai is more suitable."

"Amai, I leave it to you."

Although he knew that He Mai was somewhat half-hearted, Wang Mi still trusted him. Moreover, he had served as the chief clerk in the Beifu Army for a long time, recording the details of the army's battle losses, and he was familiar with all the paperwork.

Give him the most suitable one.

With Wang Mi standing up to speak, He Wuji had nothing to say.

However, he was definitely not one to sit back and wait for death. Seeing that all the craftsmen in the workshop had the opportunity to participate, he was also very itchy.

On Wang Mi's side, he had just taken the frying pan off the fire, while on He Wuji's side, another frying pan was already ready.

"Zhiyuan, do these sulfurs need to be taken out?"

Although He Wuji was still not sure what gunpowder looked like, those fragmented charcoal blocks definitely had nothing to do with gunpowder.

Since it is medicine, it must be in the form of fine powder. He Wuji understands this.

"It does need to be taken out, but it's still very hot now, so it's better to wait a little."

The work of subduing the fire and frying was completed smoothly, but this last step is also very important and cannot be sloppy.

Judging from the color and shape of the gunpowder in the frying pan, Wang Mi felt that he was not far from success.

Can these gunpowders be loaded into a pistol and be fired successfully?

When the gunpowder was said to be cold or not too hot, Wang Mi and He Mai worked together and finally selected all the gunpowder.

"How about it?"

"Try it!"

With all the gunpowder ready, He Wuji took out the pistol that had been prepared for a long time. Now that the equipment was complete, he quickly tried to fire it!

Why bother?

Everyone is watching. In the past few days, because of the need to make pistols, the workshop has been full of joy, and there is an atmosphere of joy and excitement everywhere.

With gunpowder and molds, new weapons can be made!

I also heard that as long as this weapon can be successfully built and sent to the battlefield, it will frighten the arrogant Di Qin and drive away invincible!

The people of the Jin Dynasty, who had been suppressed by many grassland tribes such as Di Qin, no matter whether they were soldiers or not, and whether they had joined the army, all held their breath and wanted to avenge their shame!

The great victory in the Battle of Xiangyang has allowed them to see the dawn of pride, but this battle alone is not enough!

They need more victories, they need to seize more cities, and they need to drive all the foreign races out of Congling (the ancient name of the Pamir Plateau)!

Now the atmosphere has been heightened to this point. In the past, it was said that there was a lack of gunpowder, so the pistol was never made.

Now that the gunpowder is ready, it’s time to let the brothers appreciate the power of the pistol!

The masters looked on helplessly, and the He brothers showed no mercy at all. They were responsible for making noises while handing over the molds.

Now it seems that the gun is in hand and it has to be fired!

Wang Mi opened the medicine chamber filled with gunpowder. This medicine chamber had been transformed by Wang Mi. Of course, it could not be regarded as a transformation. It was just completed in advance according to the various forms of handguns in different historical periods.

A fire door is added to the slightly expanded medicine chamber. This fire door is to prevent the gas in the medicine chamber from excessive expansion and harming the soldiers.

This is also a valuable summary of experience. Just when Wang Mi was in a dilemma with a pistol, Pu Chao came over and intervened.

"Wang Shilang, this is the lead that I have made."

Wang Mi smiled awkwardly and said: "It was made by a common craftsman, and these lead pieces are polished really smooth."

It is indeed smooth. In the past few days, Puchao will take out these finished lead pieces and polish them again if they have nothing to do.

So far, he can confidently say, patting his chest, that there are no edges or corners left in these pieces!

The fillings of handguns have also undergone many changes, from the simplest stones and broken porcelain pieces to the later formed lead and iron, which are becoming more and more standardized.

The lead was installed first. Although he was rushed to the shelf, Wang Mi still deliberately delayed the time and operated bit by bit.

Who doesn’t want the first shot to be fired quickly?

Of course, Wang Mi also sincerely hopes to succeed as soon as possible, so that his boast can really be realized, and this first shot in Jiankang City can be regarded as a complete success.

The establishment of prestige has always been a top priority.

People in Jiankang City only heard that Wang Zhiyuan, a white-faced scholar, could actually ride on a horse and whip his whip, galloping across the battlefield in Xiangyang.

But hearing is worse than seeing. If he wants to convince the people in Jiankang City, he must let the people of Jiankang City really see how powerful Wang Zhiyuan is.

However, this shot is really difficult to release.

These people, can they stop staring at him with such good eyes and give him some free space, can't they?

Now Wang Mi is in urgent need of a space to be alone. According to the current preparations, this shot should be able to be fired.

No one cares about accuracy and range at this initial stage, and they can all be left for future improvement. However, everyone is concerned about face.

Wang Mi was no exception. If he wanted to find a place where no one was around, he would fire a shot in advance to see the effect.

When the effect is good and the emission is stable, then you can put it in front of the master craftsmen and show it off, which will give you face.

After the gunpowder was loaded and the lead was placed, Wang Mi suddenly had an idea: "Everyone, in a moment, I have a need to urinate."

Without waiting for them to agree, Wang Mi clutched his stomach, held his pistol, and ran towards the toilet. He ran away, not caring what they would think of him.

"Zhiyuan, did you run away?" Seeing him move so quickly, He Mai immediately had doubts in his mind.

This is not normal!

This end is not normal!

But he couldn't tell exactly what was abnormal.

He Wuji had already made up his mind. Even though he held a small fan every day, he never rubbed sand in his eyes. As long as something caught his eye, don't even think about escaping!

"I think he didn't run away, he escaped!"

Escaped!

Wang Mi was indeed running away. Just when he was about to launch, he suddenly thought that he could find an excuse and escape temporarily.

For the sake of Wang Shilang’s future face and achievements, it is imperative to conduct the test first!

"Zhiyuan!"
To be continued...