"Bang Bang..."

In Zhu Fang's workshop, several craftsmen were beating the thin steel rod that had just come out of the mold, checking the enlarged cone at the end and handing it to the next process.

And Zhu Fang is making die.

The high-strength tap provided by Fang Xing slowly turns through the middle of the disc-shaped die, and the surrounding chip removal holes have long been completed.

After drilling through several times, Zhu Fang checked it and filed two semicircles on the outer ring of the die with satisfaction.

The thin steel rod was clamped on the vice. Zhu Fang filed the front section out of a taper with a file, then covered it with a plate tooth and easily rotated to the right.

Finally, pull out a straight groove with a saw bow at the tail, and this countersunk screw is done.

Fang Xing took the countersunk screw and fixed the flint device with it. After several attempts, he said with satisfaction: "it's very stable, and the weight of the gun body has been reduced a lot, which is conducive to the long-term operation of our army."

Zhu Fang shook her head and said, "master, young people always think there is a problem with the formula, so the molten steel is unstable, otherwise they can go further in toughness."

Fang Xing comforted: "don't worry. Test slowly in small batches. Even if the steel is poor, we can sell it to others. We won't lose much."

Zhu Fang sighed gently, held back her tears, turned back and shouted, "hurry up, let's change all the guns in the camp as soon as possible."

The original flint gun was afraid of blasting due to materials, so the wall tube was very thick.

Now the steel has made progress. After many tests, the safety performance is guaranteed, so Fang Xing is here for acceptance today.

"Bang..."

Clamp the new fire gun on the vice, then charge it, pull the trigger with a rope, and wait until you are far away.

Several guns were tested continuously. After the barrel was too hot, it was cooled, and then tested again. Finally, the maximum charge was tested.

"Very good!"

Fang Xing took over the blasted gun with satisfaction. The charge just now was almost twice as much, and it was tested after a long time of shooting, so he was really satisfied and couldn't be more satisfied.

As for the breech gun, he had no clue. The production of a metal cartridge case alone was enough for him to faint.

However, with the fixed loading, the firepower density of Fang Xingbu can meet the war requirements at this time.

Apart from some dissatisfaction with the small number of people, Fang Xing has nothing else to ask for.

After looking forward to the array of guns of tens of thousands of people, Fang woke up and went home with a sigh.

"Master, there are many people around the Academy..."

"How many people?"

Fang Xing sighed and knew that the one who should come finally came.

This should be an appetizer!

"Don't come in! My master said that this is a private place. It's useless to come in and kill people!"

Fang Wu patted the scabbard and warned the crowd ahead.

As the wall has just begun to be built, the whole college leaks everywhere.

Liu Ming hid in the crowd and shouted, "where can't our generation of scholars go? If they win the Jinshi examination, they can even go to the palace. Is it harder to enter an academy than the palace?"

"Then come in and have a try?"

The knife touched the handle with a smile, as if it were joking.

But Yuan Da, who was a little confused on the side, knew that it was no joke, because he saw with his own eyes that the knife kicked out a scholar who rushed in. The man is still lying.

More than 100 people looked at the dark, but they were afraid of the knife. They rushed up several times and retreated back.

"Here comes the master!"

Fang woke up and was furious.

He jumped off his horse, looked at these excited and inexplicable readers and said faintly, "I wake up. Why are you waiting here?"

Shua!

As soon as those scholars heard that this man was Fang Xing, they thought of his "great achievements" and couldn't help taking a few steps back, which made Liu Ming anxious.

"Xinghebo, you despise our famous religion and tempt evil ways. Aren't you afraid of what 10000 men mean?"

Liu Ming was still on top. He drank righteously and asked.

Eh! Why is this man a little like me?

"Who are you?"

Fang Xing is still light and completely regards these people as nothing.

Liu Ming's eyes turned. Finally, he was afraid of being investigated and retaliated by Fang Xing, so he had to spit out the truth and said, "student Liu Ming, shuntianfu raises people."

"Peiping mansion?" Fang Xing said with a smile, "is that the one who came to attend the spring palace?"

"Exactly!"

Remembering that Fang Xing could not take part in the imperial examination, Liu Ming said proudly: "the students recently heard that Wen Xing and Bo set up miscellaneous schools here. Dare you ask Uncle, is this going to break with thousands of Confucian students in Daming?"

Fang woke up and looked at those scholars who looked worried but eager to try. He shook his head and said, "don't be funny. You can't represent thousands of Confucian scholars. As for miscellaneous studies, was Confucianism a prominent school in the spring and Autumn period?"

If only a few people came today, Fang Xing would never say anything. Just call them out.

But Fang woke up and felt that he should fight for it and let these students know the truth. He can't say so.

When these students who came to Jinling to participate in Chunwei returned, they were the best propagandists of Fangxue.

After laughing, Fang Xing said loudly, "in the former Han Dynasty, Confucianism successfully stood out from many theories and became a prominent school, but have you ever thought about those miscellaneous schools after the success of Confucianism? Where are they?"

Where can I go? They were all suppressed by Confucianism!

"Today I ask only one question, regardless of the length of my knowledge."

Fang Xing said contemptuously, "can Confucianism cure all diseases? If so, why did the previous dynasty collapse and the Han people were killed. Where was Confucianism at that time?"

This question makes people think deeply. Liu Ming immediately shouted, "there are treacherous ministers in the court! The chaos of the former Song Dynasty, first of all Cai Jing!"

"Cai Jing?"

Fang Xing disdained and said, "isn't Cai Jing a Confucian? Who was the scholar in Xining's third year?"

Liu Ming retorted, "this thief is cunning. There is no one in ten thousand! How can we generalize!"

Fang Xing didn't care about this kind of debate. He looked at these students and said, "today's Daming is booming. A hundred schools of thought contend and a hundred flowers bloom. This is the sign of prosperity."

"From the Han Dynasty to the former Song Dynasty, Confucianism was superior. If some miscellaneous schools appeared, they would soon be suppressed. I want to ask, what are you afraid of?"

Fang woke up angrily and shouted, "what are you afraid of? What other knowledge is evil! Why? Can't you Confucianism be omnipotent? Then why don't you go to heaven?"

"Can you send people to heaven?"

Liu Mingyin asked, very proud.

"How difficult is that!"

After Fang Xing left this sentence, he continued his propaganda.

"If Confucianism is omnipotent, what do you want medical schools to do? What do you want farmers to do? What do you want craftsmen to do? Drive them all away, because they are all acrobats!"

Medicine, agronomy, engineering

Fang Xing sneered: "you wait and go. After that, just live with four books and five classics!"

These words are vicious and run, but these people are the elites of Confucianism, so someone said: "how can those be regarded as knowledge, Xinghe Bo, don't compare us with those... People!"

"Think they are cheap, don't they? Maybe your ancestors were farmers!"

After the killing of Meng Yuan, in fact, there was no real aristocratic family in the country that Daming took over.

These students who were stimulated by Fang Xing's words were indignant, but when they looked back at their home, most people were dumbfounded for a time.

"As for heaven..."

Fang Xing smiled: "what if it's true?"