"The so-called flintlock is actually a flint instead of flint. When firing, flint bumps into the anvil, and the sparks emerged to ignite gunpowder..." Li Jie took the drawings to explain the principle and structure of the flintlock rifle to Zhu Biao, and Zhu Biao also listened very seriously.

Zhu Biao was not the prince who was born in the deep palace. When he was born, Zhu Yuanzhang was attacking Nanjing City, which was still called Jiqing. During his growth, Zhu Yuanzhang also fought south and north, so Zhu Biao almost grew up in the military camp. He was not only familiar with military affairs, but also very familiar with it.

So when Li Jie explained the benefits of flintlock rifles, Zhu Biao was already imagining the role of this weapon on the battlefield. Although the range of the musket is worse than that of the bow and arrow, and the rate of fire is not faster than that of the bow and arrow, the musket has an advantage that the bow and arrow cannot match, that is, it is simple to operate. It only takes a few days to learn a strong man, while an archer takes several years to cultivate.

"Your Highness, the flintlock rifle can be fully exerted by the power of the musket. I dare to assert that in the future, firearms will replace swords, guns, bows and arrows on the battlefield. Even when a musket with a fast enough fire rate and a strong enough power is invented, even the cavalry will be ruthlessly eliminated by the battlefield!" Li Jie said at the end and did not forget to paint a tempting prospect for Zhu Biao.

Zhu Biao was also excited, but then he suddenly asked with some concern: "Can Mars produced by flint really ignite gunpowder?"

It has to be said that the question asked by Zhu Biao is very skillful, because when the flintlock rifle was invented in later generations, many people thought that the Mars fired by the flintlock rifle was not enough to ignite gunpowder, which led to many people refusing to use the flintlock rifle, but facts are better than words, and the flintlock rifle quickly replaced the flintlock rifle.

"Give me a month, and the first flintlock will be delivered to Your Highness. Your Highness will know at that time!" Li Jie assured confidently that he not only drew a drawing this morning, but also found a craftsman to understand the situation. With current technology, there is no problem in building a flintlock rifle.

Seeing that Li Jie was so confident, Zhu Biao also dispelled some suspicion and immediately looked calm and said loudly: "Li Jie heard from him!"

Li Jie was also shocked when he heard this, and then he realized that he hurriedly knelt down and bowed. Although he was a little uncomfortable, the imperial power was the greatest in this era, so he could only feel wronged.

"The Eastern Palace Yu: Li Jie is proficient in firearms and has talent in the country. He is specially appointed as the Left Censor of the Zhanshifu, and is fully in charge of the construction of the flintlock rifle!"

The so-called Zhanshifu is actually the assistant agency of the crown prince. Although most of the officials of Zhu Biao's Zhanshifu were held by imperial officials, and most of them were selected by Zhu Yuanzhang for him, he could still appoint and remove some unimportant small positions by himself, such as the Zuo Sijian, who was from the ninth rank.

"Thank you Your Highness!" Li Jie was ecstatic. Although he didn't know what official position this Zuo Sijian was, he could at least enter the Zhan Shi Mansion and be considered a close minister around Zhu Biao, which was extremely important to his plan.

"No need to be polite, but don't forget the promise you promised me just now!" Zhu Biao smiled gently.

"Don't worry, your highness, I am willing to guarantee it with my head!" Li Jie said confidently again. In fact, if everything goes well, the sample may be produced in half a month.

"Okay, I'll go to the Zhan Shi Mansion to receive a position tomorrow. I will ask someone to notify the Ministry of Works and order the Military and Weapons Bureau to cooperate with you with all their strength!" Zhu Biao nodded with satisfaction, turned around and left after giving the order.

Looking at Zhu Biao's departure, Li Jie also breathed a sigh of relief. He finally had an official position and was a close minister of the prince. This also allowed him to get closer to the core of power in the Ming Dynasty and facilitated him to interfere in some matters, so as to enter Zhu Yuanzhang's vision faster, which was one step further from his plan to marry the princess.

"Congratulations to Brother Li, Brother Li entered the Zhan Shi Mansion today. His future will be limitless. Maybe he will be promoted by Brother Li in the future!" Mu Sheng next to him also congratulated Li Jie with a smile on his face. Although Zuo Sijian was only a small official of the ninth rank and was not a permanent official, he was a member of the Zhan Shi Mansion after all. If Zhu Biao ascended the throne in the future, he would definitely reuse these old people from the Zhan Shi Mansion.

"Brother Mu is joking. How can a little Zuo Sijian compare with Brother Mu!" Li Jie smiled modestly.

"I? I am just a concubine son who is not valued by my father. Although Your Majesty is waiting for me, his future is limited. Maybe he can only live in the capital and wait to die in the future!" Mu Sheng smiled bitterly when he heard Li Jie's words.

As the saying goes, every family has a difficult sutra to recite. Although Mu Sheng seems to be very glorious and can even enter the palace frequently, his father guarding Yunnan and leaving him in the capital was actually more like a proton, in order to reassure the court.

It is also worth mentioning that Mu Sheng has a more capable elder brother Mu Chun, and he is a legitimate son. His father Mu Ying also likes the eldest son more, so he left Mu Chun by his side, but sent Mu Sheng, the concubine son, to the capital. The reason why Mu Sheng worked so hard to train troops was actually to use this to please his father.

"Brother Mu doesn't have to belittle himself. I understand the art of being a good person. From my perspective, if you have the appearance of a prince, your future achievements will not be inferior to your father!" Li Jie said very affirmatively in the end.

"Brother Li, don't comfort me. My father is just a marquis of Xiping, and this title belongs to my elder brother in the future. How can I have any chance to be a marquis?" Mu Sheng didn't believe Li Jie's words at all, but his expression became even more depressed, because he suddenly thought that no matter how much he pleased his father, he would not have his share in the future title.

Looking at Mu Sheng's depressed appearance, Li Jie smiled again and said with a playful expression: "As far as I know, I am nearly thirty years old, but I still have no children?"

When Mu Sheng heard Li Jie's words, he raised his head and asked in disbelief: "How do you know?"

"Brother Mu, don't worry, how do I know, some people are destined to have no children, and Brother Mu, you are the second son, so you can't be worse than your brother. As long as you perform well, I believe you will definitely have a chance!" Li Jie reached out and patted Mu Sheng on the shoulder, and after saying that, he turned around and left. After all, he still had a lot to prepare for.
Chapter completed!