There are also guards stationed here, and the number of people is even greater than that of the Musket Workshop. This is because the Firearms Battalion needs to train a large number of qualified gunners here.

Fill the bottom fire, stuff the shells, push the bullet rod to compact the shells, aim at the target, and complete a series of operations. Two old men in front of them who tested the new artillery fire to the sixth prince who was eager to try.

Is this ignition interesting thing? Fu Xuechen complained secretly, and looked at Yoongzuo igniting the lead and immediately retreated. Soon, with a "boom", the shell was bombed out and hit the target. Well, the target was huge and could be called a haystack. It was quite difficult to hit, but...

Fu Xuechen couldn't help but complain: "Is aiming so casual? It depends entirely on veteran experience? I don't need to count shooting the world?"

The shooting range cannons were booming. God knows how Yang Qian, the half-old man, can still have such a good ear. Fu Xuechen's muttering complaints he actually heard, his eyes turned around and looked over: "What is shooting the world? Please give me advice from Xiaohou Fu?"

Fu Xuechen didn't want to answer the conversation, but she had already experienced the old man's persistence and difficulty during this period. He caught the conversation. He would not give up easily without asking for a result. After thinking about it, he could only make up for it.

Shooting the world, I want to explain that Bai was too hard to do, and Fu Xuechen was lazy to say too much, and his eyes turned and tried to make a simple move: "Oh! I mean, every gun was made and the data of the elevation angle and range were measured in advance. The elevation angle and the distance it could be matched with, and the record was recorded first, and the scale was marked on the gun or in the booklet, and taught the gunner that it should aim at the target faster and more accurately."

"Good suggestions!" Yang Qian praised.

In fact, there are similar courses for gunner training. Although it is still relatively primitive, the principles are the same. What he praised is Fu Xuechen, a child who is only twelve or thirteen years old. He had just seen a few shots of cannons and thought of a way to make it concrete. It is really amazing!

Fu Xuechen rolled her eyes secretly. Arabic numerals have not been promoted and applied these days. I am afraid that these related data records are all secret symbols that only gunners can learn. No matter how much she says, no one can use Arabic numerals, it would be useless.

The quality of the artillery was still excellent during this period. The experienced soldiers were responsible for the test-firing of the artillery. There were very few dangers such as blowing up the chamber, but there were still occasional ones. Therefore, after satisfying the sixth prince's addiction to test-firing the artillery, Yang Qian hurriedly took the two children away from the shooting range.

"I wonder what your highness will plan next?" Yang Qian took the initiative to ask Yoonzuo.

Yoongzuo thought about it and found that the entire firearm workshop had been basically completed in the past three days, and he had played all the things he should have. He really couldn't think of anything else to know about. He couldn't help but look at his companions to read. Maybe he had other ideas about reading this companions, just like going back to the printing workshop?

Holding the hot tea in the office, Fu Xuechen really didn't want to run out any longer. Seeing that Yoongzuo looked like he was asking for his own opinions, he casually suggested: "Or, we should read the various firearm design drawings in the office?"

Yoongzuo nodded in agreement: "Okay!"

Yang Qian ordered people to carry the relevant paper materials into several thick paper files and put them on the table in front of Yoonzuo.

Yoongzuo looked at the year date marked on the file, picked up the earliest copy and opened it, but it was a design drawing about the breech gun left by the previous dynasty and the author's explanation of the design ideas, and it was written with dozens of pages.

The author's surname is Zeng, and he was the head of the workshop of the previous dynasty. After hearing from Yang Qian, he said that this person had long passed away. During his lifetime, he was a low-level official with a well-known reputation in the Ministry of Works of the previous dynasty. He had special ideas and accomplishments in the firearms.

In theory, theoretical engineering academic articles are particularly boring. If it were not for the future, Fu Xuechen in his previous life could not insist on studying. Prince Yoongzuo was not at all irritable. Instead, he read it quickly and asked Yang Qian for advice when he encountered something he didn't understand.

The rest of the afternoon passed quietly with the company of Yoongzuo studying hard and Fu Xuechen taking a slutty fishing.

Finally, the time was finally paid. Fu Xuechen, who had been bored for the afternoon, was very energetic and said goodbye to Prince Yoongzuo outside the palace gate. He rode his horse and turned around, headed straight to the Imperial College of Dongcheng, and left his own bookstore.

Near the end of the gate of Imperial College, there is a small wooden building that is only two-story high. On the left is a high-end inn with four yards, and on the right is the Jiangdong calligraphy and painting museum, which sells four treasures of the study and also sells antique calligraphy and paintings. It is also a three-story tall building. The small wooden building sandwiched in the middle looks even more and more pitiful. This small wooden building is a book shop under the name of Xie, specializing in a variety of books.

The bookstore is closed one hour later than the Imperial College School, which is to facilitate the Imperial College students to come to purchase some books after school.

However, even so, there are still very few customers buying books in the store. Even if there are a few, they are familiar with each other and head straight to the bookshelf they are going to. When they find the purchase target, they immediately take it to check out and leave. They have no interest in browsing the other bookshelf stacked in the store.

Holding a smile on his face, Shopkeeper Liu threw dozens of copper plates in his hand into the drawer and sighed silently.

Liu Fulin, the waiter in the store, is his nephew. Like the shopkeeper Liu, they are both dowry officers brought to the Fu family by Xie. When he saw his uncle sighed, he poured him a cup of hot tea: "Uncle! Drink tea."

Manager Liu sighed: "The bookstore is running harder and harder, and your uncle is ashamed of trusting his wife!"

Liu Fulin was young, far less likely to be as pessimistic and disappointed as his uncle. He heard this and said, "Uncle, did not Mrs. I hand over the management of the bookstore to the lady today? Maybe the lady had some ideas, so the lady gave it to the lady?"

Manager Liu shook his head and sighed secretly. He did not have the blind optimistic spirit of his nephew. In his opinion, the facts were just the opposite. The wife must have seen that the bookstore was not profitable, so she simply took it out for her children to learn how to practice the hand-held. In the future, even if the business is good or bad, it doesn't matter.

Just as he was about to put in another tray today, he closed the stall to rest, and heard Liu Fulin calling out at the door: "Little... Young Master?" Manager Liu was stunned. He looked up and saw a handsome young man wearing a snow-white fox fur and covered in noble clothes. Under the support of the servant, Shi Shi stepped into the store.
Chapter completed!