The Empire will continue to win

The autumn wind is bleak, and the night dew is getting colder.

Amidst the clinking of cups and the playing of string and wind instruments, the atmosphere was vibrant and lively.

"Hey, where's my Lian'er?" Uncle Shen She, drunk at the banquet, suddenly asked.

"Young Master Lian is on duty at Nanyuan."

"What shift is he working so late at night?"

"When you're on a job, you're not in control of your own destiny."

"Then why did Mo Qing go home?"

"How can that be the same? My Qing'er is the commander. He can come and go as he pleases." Shen Zheng couldn't help but show off, and seeing that his older brother was silent, he felt extremely pleased.

"Oh, by the way, why isn't our Qing'er here for a drink?"

Pearl said he was busy with official business in his room.

"I'll go see what kind of official business it is."

Shen Zheng was very dissatisfied. He put down his wine cup and left the table. He hadn't found an opportunity to ask his son for an official position recently, and he was really thinking about it.

When recommending talented individuals, one should not avoid relatives; when going into battle, fathers and sons should fight side by side.

When one person attains the Tao, the chicken and the dog ascend to heaven.

This has always been the case.

Justified and confident!

Shen Zheng kept encouraging himself along the way.

"Where's Mo Qing?"

"Shh~ Young Master is inside." Pearl dared not speak loudly, lest she disturb the heavenly beings.

Shen Zheng craned his neck and peered inside.

hiss~

Under the bright moonlight, the son stood by the window, his hands behind his back, lost in thought, his back like a sculpture.

He must be worried about the country and its people!

His heart might very well be filled with thoughts of the entire land!

Looking at that tall figure, Shen Zheng ultimately didn't dare to utter a sound. He sighed, then tucked his tail between his legs and silently left.

.........

A long time passed.

Quack~

A frog croaks.

Shen Moqing snapped out of his endless thoughts and turned to say, "Prepare hot water; I want to take a bath."

"Yes."

Pearl moved nimbly, directing two burly maids to prepare a pine bath tub, fill it with hot water, and sprinkle in flower petals, bath salts, spices, and so on.

"Why don't you use a bathtub?"

"Young master is joking. Bathtubs are cold and uncomfortable; only servants use them."

"Do we have any in our household?"

"Yes, the servants in the front yard have bathtubs in their rooms."

Over the past century, the ceramics industry of the United Empire has developed rapidly, and new things such as flush toilets and bathtubs have appeared. However, ordinary people cannot afford them, and nobles look down on them.

Wealthy families still used wooden buckets and maids because labor was cheap.

Steaming hot~

Shen Moqing sighed. For a society, if labor costs are too cheap, it will be difficult for technology to develop, industrialization to develop, and the commodity economy to become distorted.

This is a classic economic problem.

The root cause is that there are too many people.

Four hundred million!!

While enjoying the gentle caress of her hands and contemplating the future of the nation, the professor actually fell asleep in the bathtub. When he woke up, he was already on a rosewood canopy bed.

Pearl called two maids who helped carry her up.

.........

After washing up, before heading out.

"No one is allowed to step into this courtyard while I'm away," Shen Moqing instructed.

"Yes."

There were weapons inside the house, so of course no one was allowed to enter.

work!

get off work!

work!

get off work!

Even the lives of high-level corporate slaves are just as boring.

On the third day at noon, Mormon Browning finally came to the door, his eyes bloodshot from exhaustion.

"Supervisor Shen, I have not failed you."

With a swish, the silk cloth was lifted, revealing a somewhat rough rifle sample. It had a straight stock, and the barrel and magazine were arranged side by side, making it a classic lever rifle.

"Have you tested it with live ammunition?"

"Not yet! But it's definitely going to be okay." Browning held his head high, beaming with confidence—that was true self-assurance!

Confidence is good.

Before the time travel, the superiors of the National Political Theory Office liked to emphasize one sentence in public: "As long as you are confident enough, you can solve all problems."

I really miss that office, where all the wise men and women gathered, and sparks of wisdom flew every day. If the four of us had traveled through time together, the United Empire would have won long ago.

Shen Moqing repeatedly turned the lever, opening, resetting, resetting, opening.

Very smooth~

"Let's go test the gun!"

The gun factory has a shooting range, which is crowded and noisy.

Who knows if there are any remaining spies, or even figures like Zhang Zongyu or Hong Xiuquan?

This small gun factory is packed with talented people.

Because in this time and space, the density of Chinese and foreign talents living in Yanjing City was unprecedented. As for the reasons for this, we will talk about them later.

.........

Zhang Zongcang drove the carriage, while Shen Moqing and Bai Langning rode in it. Shen Lian and Gu Hongming rode horses, and the group leisurely made their way towards a nearby hillside.

On the way, Shen Lian and Gu Hongming had a very pleasant conversation.

What they have in common is that they are both unrestrained and unconventional.

"arrive."

Several boundary rivers, several hillsides, with desolate grasslands at your feet and residential areas across the way.

In this timeline, the population of the capital city exploded, and residential areas expanded in two directions: east and west of the city walls. To the north were the imperial gardens, and to the south were military strongholds, both of which were restricted areas.

Even with the boundary river, there were signs of grazing in the nearby grasslands.

"I'll do it," Zhang Zongcang volunteered.

"No, I'll do it myself." As a firearms designer, Browning naturally had to do it personally.

Bang~ Bang~ Bang~ Bang~

Ten shots in one go.

Shen Moqing glanced at the pocket watch in his hand. It took 20 seconds, which was quite fast.

"continue!"

Reloading bullets takes some time, which is one of the weaknesses of the magazine rifle.

Fire again.

There was still no jamming or explosion.

"nice one."

Gu Hongming's eyes lit up. His years in the military industry had given him a good understanding of firearms. Intelligent people are quick learners in whatever they do.

"I'll give it a try."

Shen Moqing took the rifle, weighed it in his hand, and found it quite heavy.

Suddenly~

He turned his gun and fired a shot into the nearby bushes.

"come out!"

The next second, a figure stood up from the bushes. It was unclear whether the person crouching in the bushes was Arthur, but he was definitely not a good person.

"Sir, please don't kill me."

Zhang Zongcang, holding a revolver, stepped forward and removed the suspect's straw hat.

He was dressed in tattered clothes, had a dark complexion, was thin, had calloused hands, and kept his head down, but he looked quite normal.

"Who are you?"

"I'm a shepherd. I saw there was a lot of grass here, so I led my sheep over."

What's in your pocket?

The boy cautiously opened his palm, revealing several brass bullet casings covered in dirt.

"I picked it up."

"You're a spy!"

"Sir, please let me go."

"You repeat after me, 'Emperor Wenzhi was a son of a bitch, his son was born without an anus.' After you finish reciting, I'll let you go."

"Sir, please let me go. I promise I'll never come back again."

"Emperor Wenzhi was a son of a bitch. Read it once, and I'll let you go."

"Sir, I will never dare to do it again." The boy's answer was still irrelevant, and his true colors were already quite obvious.

"Heavens wrecked card, Banzai!!!" Shen Moqing suddenly felt an itch in his philtrum, raised his arms, and roared, his Japanese surprisingly fluent.

Too sudden.

The boy was stunned, and the next second, he turned and ran.

.........

Tsk tsk.

Their mental fortitude is inadequate.

They were also deeply poisoned by the imperial education system.

Young man, what's wrong with you cursing your country's emperor? Emperor Bunji, far away in the Imperial Palace in Kyoto, isn't really going to be raped by that big dog. You're such a stubborn militarist.

Shen Moqing gripped his gun and aimed at the figure's back.

bang~

Shot in the knee.

People and horses were thrown into chaos.

Zhang Zongcang dragged the man over like a dead dog.

.........

"Confess, and I'll let you go and give you back your silver dollars." The professor, mimicking a villain from a TV show, coaxed the bound boy gently.

"Just kill me."

"Shen Lian, give me the gun."

"Why."

Shen Moqing took the revolver, unloaded all the bullets, leaving only one.

Click~

Reset, the crater spun around one and a half times.