It has been in Guangchang for more than ten days. In the past ten days, Yun Zhao has been inspecting the mines, two official smelting plants and dozens of official equipment workshops. These are now belonging to the Anqing border army. The iron control plant has piled up iron, fine iron, thousands of spearheads, big knives, and pairs of armor that have been waiting for the final assembly. All of them have made him feel happy. These things were dreaming of not having any idea that they could have. Now, they are their own. With them, they have continuously provided the weapons they need for the Anqing border army. With sharp weapons and excellent armour, the combat effectiveness of the Anqing border army will be further improved.

Yun Zhao's last stop was to inspect the largest private weapons workshop in Guangshui. This workshop not only undertakes some official business, but also provides customized services. According to Wang Bin's introduction, the customized armor and weapons here are the best in Yizhou. Most of the generals of the Yizhou Town Army customize weapons and armor suitable for themselves from this workshop.

The owner of this weapon workshop named Fengrui's surname is Zhou and Wei Feng.

Compared with the official workshop, Fengrui workshop occupies much smaller area. At the outer side is a storefront, arrayed with weapons made by various workshops and eighteen weapons, all kinds of weapons are all covered, and they are covered with cold light and placed on the array rack. The cold air is so cold that all kinds of armor are also placed on the wooden dummy, which makes Jiang Xu interested when he comes to Yun Zhao.

Jiang Xu has been a little crazy about the armor recently, mainly because he watched Meng Yao and others swaying around in bright armor all day long, which made him envious. At this time, a wooden man with armor surrounded him, stretched his fingers and knocked him jingling. While knocking, he glanced at Yun Zhao from time to time.

Looking at Jiang Xu's appearance, Yun Zhao laughed, "Don't knock it anymore. I know you want a pair of armor."

Zhou Weifeng looked at Jiang Xu, "This general has such a good look. This pair of armor is the best in my store. His whole body is made of fine iron. It can be said that it is tempered for thousands of times, and the most important thing is his weight." Waving his hand, a clerk immediately walked up, took off his armor, and sent it to Yun Zhao.

After taking the armor, Yun Zhao was suddenly surprised because the armor was too light. The average Mingguang Armor weighed at least thirty or forty kilograms, but this pair of armor looked like Mingguang Armor. But when held in his hand, it would not exceed 20 kilograms at most.

"So light?" Yun Zhao said in confusion: "Is the thickness of the armor thinner?" There was a hint of dissatisfaction on his face. Once the thickness was gone, it was lighter, but the protection ability must have been reduced a lot. Wearing it on his body reduces the burden, but the disadvantage is also very large. For a general, if he would rather wear thick armor, his life is his own.

"General Yun, please see!" Zhou Weifeng took the armor and took a knife from the display stand on one side. He swung the knife to slash the bright light armor on the other wooden man beside him. With a sound, the armor suddenly cracked a hole.

"The knife is good!" Yun Zhao praised.

Zhou Weifeng smiled and signaled the guy to put the much lighter armor back, and then swung the knife hard. After a sound, the blade rolled back, but the armor only left a white mark on the surface.

Yun Zhao was shocked. The armor was much thinner, and its protective ability was far better than that of the thick armor. He stroked the light armor and looked at Zhou Weifeng, "Is this the secret technique in your store?"

Zhou Weifeng smiled and nodded, "Yes, General Yun, if General Yun doesn't dislike him, this little old man will present to General Yun."

Military generals love horses, knives, and armor. Yun Zhao is naturally no exception and is not polite. "Then I will thank Boss Zhou, Boss Zhou, is this armor energy produced?"

"It's very difficult!" Zhou Weifeng shook his head, "It takes too much effort. All the craftsmen in my workshop gathered together and couldn't make one in a month."

"It must be extremely difficult to make such protection and so light and thin, but Boss Zhou, how long will it take for me to make one piece?" Yun Zhao patted Jiang Xu.

Zhou Weifeng said: "There was a little bit of this material in the store, and it took not a few days to make one for this general."

"Okay, then I'll make him something like this. I'll pay according to the price. Boss Zhou doesn't have to refuse. This one on me is what you gave me, but this one must be paid. I can't break the rules I set."

"Then I'm disrespectful!" Zhou Weifeng smiled and said, "General Yun, please, it's my workshop inside. The general is a powerful general on the battlefield. Please give me some advice."

After passing through the store in front, Zhou Weifeng's weapons workshop was behind, which was about 100 meters long and surrounded by a half-person-high wall. Wooden pillars supported the roof, and green fire rays were emitted from the furnaces. A naked man wearing only a pair of shorts was pulling the bellows hard, with constant jingling sounds inside.

With Yun Zhao, walking and watching while tirelessly introducing the craftsmanship, Zhou Weifeng naturally had his plans. His workshop craftsmanship was far superior to that of the official workshop. Compared with other private workshops, it was not only larger in scale, but also higher in skills. As long as the general who had just entered Guangchang was satisfied, a little leaked from his fingers, his sharpness would be endless.

Yun Zhao was a little surprised. This workshop refreshed him. Compared with the official workshop, it was much better to look at the order in the operating room just by looking at the order. The processes were organized and the workers performed their own duties and built very quickly. When he came in, he saw a knife from pouring into the mold, then harnessing and forming, and a semi-finished product appeared in front of him.

I picked up the knife I just made, stretched out my fingers and nodded, and the quality was much greater than that of the official ones.

"You have to start construction here with all your efforts, how much can you pay every day?" He turned around and asked Zhou Weifeng.

Zhou Weifeng hesitated for a moment. This problem was a bit difficult. Privately made weapons themselves were somewhat taboo. It was not allowed in other places in Yizhou. It was just that Guangchang was a little special. If he said that the output was high, he was afraid of breaking taboos or low, and he was afraid that General Yun would look down on him. He hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth and said, "There are not many people now. It would be great to have dozens of semi-finished products a year, but it can be guaranteed that all the products are fine."

Yun Zhao looked at the busy figures of dozens of workers in the workshop and nodded secretly. These people could produce dozens of handfuls a day from pieces of iron to semi-finished products. It was very good, and more importantly, the productions he produced here were indeed much better than those run by the official ones.

"Not bad. Not bad!" he nodded. "Go and see your warehouse."

In the warehouse, there were a series of big swords with wooden handles. The spears and feather arrows were arranged neatly. Yun Zhao looked carefully for a moment. The quality of each hand was indeed as Zhou Weifeng said. It was a fine product, at least it was better than it was used in his own troops now, but the number was too small. "I'll ask for all of these to the army!" Yun Zhao pointed at the big swords and spears.

"Thank you, General Yun!" Zhou Weifeng was overjoyed.

"How many workshops are there in Guangshui like you? Well, I mean it can compare to your quality!" Yun Zhao asked.

Zhou Weifeng said: "Fengrui is the largest weapon workshop in Guangchang. All weapons can be made and the quality is guaranteed. The scale of other workshops is much smaller, and most of them only make one or two of them. Some are good at fighting swords, while others are good at making arrows, but the quality is still excellent!" Hesitated for a moment and said: "The quality is much better than that of the official shop!"

"I understand!" Yun Zhao smiled, and a thought suddenly popped up in his heart. Perhaps, this Zhou Weifeng, Boss Zhou, could come in handy. Just as he was thinking, he suddenly saw a strange-looking thing in the corner lying in the corner, and couldn't help but say, "What kind of thing is that?"

Seeing something in the corner, Zhou Weifeng smiled and said, "The little old man likes to think about it when he is fine. The little old man has no other hobbies, just likes to make weapons. This is a sudden idea. It is not very practical. It can fire feather arrows continuously and shoot dozens of them at a time."

Yun Zhao was shocked, "What? Can you fire dozens of them in a row? Why is that useless?" He walked forward and looked carefully. This was something similar to a cabinet. The iron plate in front was covered with holes. He reached out to pull open the cabinet body, which was filled with feather arrows.

Zhou Weifeng quickly explained: "I can't shoot far, but I can only shoot far, and it can only reach fifty meters at most, and it is not very useful."

Yun Zhao's heart thrust. As a veteran who had fought with the Mongolian army for many years, he knew very well how effective the dense long-range attack would be when facing the overwhelming impact of the Mongolian army's cavalry. Now all the crossbows and thunder cannons in the army are enough, but there is a fatal problem, that is, the firing speed is too slow, and the range of bows and arrows is only more than 100 steps. The soldiers can shoot two or three rounds during wartime, and the cavalry will come to the fore. If there is an armour that can fire dozens of arrows at one time, and when fighting against the Mongolian army, it will place dozens or hundreds of gates and shoot continuously, the enemy cavalry will be a fatal blow.

"Why can't you cum far?" he turned around and asked.

Seeing that Yun Zhao was extremely interested, Zhou Weifeng quickly explained: "General Yun, now the armies that can be far away such as crossbows are operated with strings, and the thing I was thinking about is a compression spring. Now the strength of the compression spring is not enough, so the arrows are not shot far, and the power is limited."

"What if the compression spring is strong enough?" Yun Zhao asked.

"This? I'm afraid it's difficult to solve." Zhou Weifeng said.

Staring at Zhou Weifeng, Yun Zhao said: "I have an idea. I wonder if Boss Zhou is interested?"

"Please give orders to the general!"

"The weapons in Boss Zhou's shop are indeed far better than those in the official workshops, but due to the small scale, Boss Zhou is a well-known person in Guangshui. Why not unite these small workshops to form a large military weapon workshop? You workshops have their own unique skills. If you get together, can you complement each other's strengths?"

Zhou Weifeng smiled bitterly: "General, we are a taboo thing for weapons. The scale is large, how can the government tolerate it?"

Yun Zhao smiled slightly, "Now you can do it. How about our Anqing Bianjun as your partner? You are responsible for organizing everyone to set up a large workshop to produce high-quality weapons, and you don't have to worry about anything else."

Zhou Weifeng felt ecstatic, "If this is the case, then the old man dares to do it, and he will be 60% of the general's shares, and our Guangshui workshop owner will be 40%."

"Five-five points!" Yun Zhao said: "But, you have to make this thing for me. Once you have it, I will give you another 10% of the shares! But I have to explain that the range must be at least two hundred steps!" Yun Zhao patted the iron cabinet.

"The old man must get this thing out, don't have the general's shares!" Zhou Weifeng said happily. (To be continued) rq!~!
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