Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 422 Great Qi Dynasty 23

After returning to Daqi Dynasty, Sirong had a good sleep.

The next day, Muchen came hurriedly and asked her to have breakfast together.

During this period, the two of them had almost no time to spend together in the Great Qi Dynasty.

It is rare that we can have a quiet breakfast together as we did today.

At the beginning, after Sirong gave the soap recipe to Muchen, she no longer asked about the rest of the business.

Those things are sold very well in Brother Muchen's shop. He specializes in selling high-end products to wealthy families.

Later, after Muchen went on missions with Sirong, Sirong no longer had to collect the recipes for these things. Muchen would pay attention to them in the modern world.

But this time, Sirong summoned her secret guards, took out a few prescriptions, and asked them to purchase the herbs according to the prescriptions.

At the same time, pay attention to pharmacies in the capital and on the border. If there are any that sell foreign medicine or are in a suitable location, buy them.

There is no such thing as a pharmacy in the businesses of the Simu family.

Sirong thought, with so many prescriptions in hand, should she fill this gap? She would also need to train a few doctors to become her own doctors.

The two discussed the current situation.

The two of them had to find time to visit the small tribe in Lengyue Kingdom.

Find the little medical boy who followed Doctor Hu back then.

That child doctor seemed to be only seven or eight years old back then, so he must be eleven or twelve years old now?

No one knows his real name, but everyone in the barracks calls him Goudan.

He was also the son of a military family here. His father was a soldier who died in the war. His mother was in poor health and barely made ends meet with him.

Goudan was only about five or six years old at that time. He had an excellent memory, was brave, sweet-mouthed, and was very good at talking.

Their family lived on the same street as Doctor Hu's family, and Doctor Hu's wife felt sorry for them.

Only then did he persuade Doctor Hu to accept Goudan as his apprentice.

A young medical boy like Goudan didn't receive any salary, but the Zhenbei Army would provide him with the same rations as an adult soldier.

Doctor Hu would also give him one string of money every month to help with the family expenses.

With this ration and that one string of money, Goudan and his mother can survive.

And because Goudan was perceptive and spoke well, the soldiers recuperating in the barracks would share their delicious food with him.

Until the people from Lengyue Country came and massacred their village, Goudan and his mother were living a decent life.

As for why Goudan ended up in a small tribe in Lengyue Country, we can only know this after meeting him in person.

After breakfast, Sirong still had military affairs to deal with, while Muchen went to Old Man Wei's weapons workshop.

The original weapons workshop was right next to the military camp.

Ever since Sirong gave Old Man Wei a lot of advanced weapon blueprints, this workshop has moved three times.

The original workers in the workshop have also been replaced several times.

Although the weapon drawings that Sirong provided were only slightly more advanced than the weapons of this era.

But Old Man Wei was still worried.

Sometimes I worry that spies will infiltrate the military camp and steal the blueprints.

I was worried that the craftsmen in the workshop were bribed.

In the end, there was no other way, so Sirong put on a mecha at night and manually dug a cave for Mr. Wei deep in the mountains behind their military camp.

Only the craftsmen in the workshop who could sign a death contract were allowed to go in to work, including the craftsmen's families, who also followed them into the mountains.

This made Old Man Wei feel at ease.

Then the old man started to ignore people.

Even though he knew Sirong had returned, he would not see her.

Anyway, Sirong would not fail to send him the new blueprints. If he had that much time, he might as well research new weapons.

For example, some parts inside small crossbows are designed too precisely, and it is difficult for them to mass-produce them at their current level.

All of these depend on Mr. Wei to find a solution.

It depends on whether we can find replacement parts or how to mass-produce those mechanisms.

Mr. Wei is now studying the screws on the drawing.

It was a part of a small compound bow. For convenience, Sirong downloaded the drawing directly from the Internet.

Although it was also hand-drawn before being handed over to Mr. Wei, Sirong, who had lived in many modern worlds, naturally ignored small objects like screws.

When Mr. Wei saw the screws and nuts on the drawing, he instantly became interested in them.

He made several of them out of wood and was amazed at the exquisite design, which was much more convenient than the mortise and tenon structure.

But at the same time, this thing must be made of metal and can only be used in weapons.

This is a bit difficult for the old man.

Just now, when Muchen came over, the old man was using the casting method to see if he could make such small screws.

Now, when Old Man Wei treats Muchen, he doesn't look disgusted like before.

It was mainly the suggestions given by Muchen that could often solve the problems he had been pondering over for several days.

So Muchen already has his own exclusive teacup here with the old man.

He himself likes being here.

In name, he was a military supervisor sent by the emperor.

The soldiers of the Zhenbei Army had no idea how good their private relationship was with Sirong and the others.

They only knew that the military supervisors sent by the higher-ups were all the emperor's men and were not on the same page with their generals.

When the military pay was not enough, he didn't seem to get anxious.

He is the one who finds fault for no reason and makes false accusations.

So everyone was a little wary of him.

Of course, Muchen wouldn't wander around for no reason, nor would he explain anything to them.

As for Old Man Wei, although he has a sharp tongue, he feels comfortable here.

I saw the old man making the casting molds into the size of small tea bowls, and pouring molten iron into them one by one with his butt sticking out.

Muchen was also speechless.

Judging from the situation, during the days they went to Jiangnan, the masters in the workshop helped the old man carve this kind of mold.

"Old Wei, is your brain starting to get rusty due to your age?"

"Stop talking nonsense. You've got steady hands from practicing Kung Fu. Come over here and help me pour the molten iron in there. It's just right for me to straighten my back."

As Mr. Wei spoke, he handed the crucible for refining molten iron to Muchen and asked him to help pour it.

Muchen did not refuse, and followed Old Wei, pouring molten iron into the molds that he had not cast yet.

Old man, we have spent so many days on this, I can’t tell him now, that would be too slow.

Fortunately, because of concerns about the strength of the screws, Mr. Wei made ten molds first.

Muchen wanted to say that there was really no need to be so troublesome as to use screws to fix the compound bow.

You can also just use some nails to nail it down.