I asked you to go hunting, and you ended up wearing a yellow robe?

Qi Shan threw the wine away directly.

It seems the visitors have ill intentions.

After calming down for a moment, he sat down at the table and took out a few sheets of toilet paper from his pocket and spread them out.

He had many firearm blueprints in his mind from his previous life. Although he couldn't remember the detailed structures very clearly, he still knew the basic principles.

Currently, there are still more than two hundred ruthless bandits in Black Dragon Village, and Li Long's side is also eyeing them covetously.

How many can you kill with just a bow and a sword?

He needs to create something that can change the situation.

The simplest is the repeating musket.

He was familiar with the structure of crossbows, but the parts of a musket were much more complex.

Especially regarding the rapid-fire structure, such as the firing pin, spring, and magazine, he only knew the general principles; he still needed to figure out how to actually manufacture it.

Qi Shan took a charcoal pencil and drew a few strokes on the paper, then erased them, then drew again, then erased again.

Su Yue came out of the kitchen, carrying a large wooden bucket.

The bucket was thicker than her waist, and it was filled with more than half a bucket of water, making her sway from head to toe.

She bit her lip and took a few steps, then suddenly tripped.

The wooden bucket slipped from my grasp, and water splashed all over the floor.

Qi Shan reacted quickly, getting up and rushing over in two steps to grab Su Yue's waist.

The little girl crashed into his arms, as soft as a ball of cotton.

Qi Shan's hand paused a little above her lower abdomen, and he even gave it a light pinch.

Su Yue's face flushed bright red, and her ears burned.

"Husband...husband, we're outside..."

The sound was so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz.

Qi Shan looked down at her, a smile playing on his lips.

"How could you be so careless?"

Su Yue blushed and struggled a couple of times, but couldn't break free, so she simply buried her face in his chest and stopped talking.

After a long while, she finally spoke in a muffled voice.

"You...didn't you say last time that you'd give me extra lessons tonight?"

After she said that, even her neck turned red.

Qi Shan was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

That girl was talking about that matter.

He never expected that the youngest of his three wives would take that matter so seriously.

Although Su Yue had been married into the family for a long time, the original owner of this body, that good-for-nothing, had never touched her.

Now that the person has changed, he was only close to Zhou Xue and Lin Wan a few days ago, and Su Yue didn't really develop a relationship because she was on her period.

"You want to take extra lessons?"

Qi Shan asked her with a smile.

Su Yue was so embarrassed that she buried her face even deeper, her voice soft and delicate.

"No...no...husband, please don't make fun of Yue'er."

Qi Shan pinched her cheek.

I'll make it up to you tonight.

Su Yue blushed like a boiled shrimp, quickly wriggled out of his arms, and squatted down to pick up the water bucket.

To change the subject, she glanced at the straw paper on the table and curiously leaned over to take a look.

"What is this?"

Qi Shan didn't stop her.

"It was just a random drawing; I wanted to make a firearm that could fire in rapid succession."

Su Yue stared at the draft paper for a few moments, then suddenly looked up.

"This... looks a bit like a musket?"

Qi Shan was taken aback.

"You know what a musket is?"

Su Yue nodded, her eyes still fixed on the blueprints.

"My husband has forgotten again. My family used to be in the Ministry of War. My father and my brother both studied firearms."

She pointed to a spot on the drawing.

"This is not right. The firing pin is too far forward, and the magazine cannot be pushed up."

Qi Shan was completely stunned.

When Su Yue talked about these things, she was a completely different person.

Just a moment ago she was blushing with embarrassment, but now her eyes are bright and her tone is confident.

"My brother was working on a firearm that could fire in rapid succession; he even finished the drafts, but unfortunately..."

She pursed her lips and didn't continue.

Qi Shan knew that her house had been ransacked.

"Do you remember those blueprints?"

Su Yue nodded.

"I remember, my dad had me and my brother look at it together. Our family rule is that the whole family has to participate in the discussion when something new is made, so I remember it very clearly."

She picked up a charcoal pencil and started drawing on the scrap paper.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a complete diagram of a firearm was laid out in front of Qi Shan.

Qi Shan stared at the picture, his pupils slightly contracting.

What the hell is this a musket?

That's clearly a rifle!

Moreover, judging from the magazine structure, it can indeed fire continuously, requiring only a short loading time to fire continuously.

After finishing her drawing, Su Yue chewed on the pen and thought for a while.

"My brother was almost finished, what a pity."

Qi Shan looked at the blueprints, then at Su Yue.

This girl is only eighteen years old, yet she has such things on her mind.

Su Yue's family is indeed abnormal.

In an era dominated by cold weapons, they actually managed to develop the prototype of the rifle.

If they were given a few more years, the age of firearms could have been brought forward by several hundred years.

"Could this be made smaller?"

Qi Shan gestured.

"About the size of a palm, the kind you can put in your pocket."

Su Yue tilted her head and thought for a moment.

"It should be possible, but the spring needs to be more refined, and the firing mechanism also needs to be modified."

She paused, then added.

Give me two days to study it.

Qi Shan looked at her and suddenly smiled.

"Okay, I'll leave this to you."

Su Yue blushed again under his gaze, lowered her head and muttered softly.

"Well... I'll go draw now."

After saying that, he grabbed the toilet paper and ran away.

Qi Shan watched her retreating figure, feeling a mix of emotions.

This girl has something in her head that could change the world's格局 (geju, a concept encompassing both political and social order), yet she was almost sold into a brothel by the original owner of that good-for-nothing.

That's fucking ridiculous.

He stood up, straightened his collar, tucked the dagger behind his waist, and checked the dagger in his boot.

It was already getting dark.

It's time to go to Zuichunlou.

He needs to have a good look at that woman named Hongchan.

Qi Shan went out the door and walked south along the bluestone road.

Zuichunlou is the largest brothel in Qingyang County. It is a three-story wooden building with big red lanterns hanging at the entrance. You can hear the music from inside from afar.

As soon as Qi Shan arrived at the door, a pimp came to greet him.

"Officer Qi! Sister Hong is waiting for you in the side room on the second floor!"

Qi Shan nodded and followed the pimp upstairs.

The door to the side room was pushed open, and Hongchan was sitting at the table.

She changed her clothes, replacing the bright red gauze skirt with dark green silk, but the neckline was still very low.

There was a pot of wine and two cups on the table.

When Hongchan saw Qishan, she stood up with a smile.

"As expected, Officer Qi has arrived. I thought you wouldn't do me the honor."

Qi Shan sat down opposite her, his gaze sweeping around the room.

The windows were closed, there was no sound of breathing behind the screen, and there were only two cups on the table.

"Did Hong invite me here just to drink?"

Hongchan smiled and poured him a cup of wine.

"Of course, it's not just about drinking."

She picked up her cup and gently touched the rim of Qi Shan's cup.

"I am the widow of the Zhang family, a wealthy merchant family in the provincial capital. I wish to return to the prefectural city to stay with my relatives and would like to ask Constable Qi to escort me on my journey."

Her eyes sparkled, and her voice was soft and alluring.

"A reward of five hundred taels of silver, what does Constable Qi think?"

Qi Shan picked up his wine glass, brought it to his lips, but didn't drink it.

"Five hundred taels? Miss Hong, you've got quite the generosity."

Hongchan stood up, swayed her waist as she walked to Qishan's side, and put one hand on his shoulder.

"I've heard of Constable Qi's exploits in suppressing bandits. What's five hundred taels to such a heroic figure?"

She bent down, leaned close to Qi Shan's ear, and breathed softly.

"If Officer Qi is willing, I... can add some other things as well."

Before she finished speaking, a cold glint flashed from her sleeve.

A short dagger pierced straight at Qi Shan's throat!

Qi Shan stepped aside and swiftly grabbed her wrist with his right hand.

With a crisp snap, the dagger slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Hong Chan let out a muffled groan, but still smiled.

Qi Shan grabbed a wine glass from the table with his other hand and smashed it, glass and wine, against the wall.

The wine splashed onto the blue bricks, hissing and foaming, instantly corroding the brick surface and creating pits.

"The wine is poisoned."

Qi Shan's voice was very calm.

The smile on Hong Chan's face finally froze for a moment.

She struggled suddenly and managed to break free from Qi Shan's grasp.

This woman knows kung fu, and she's quite skilled.

Hong Chan retreated three steps away, let out a cold laugh, and a mechanism in her sleeve clicked.

Three poison needles shot out in a triangular formation, heading straight for Qi Shan's face.

Qi Shan overturned the table.

The poisoned needle was stuck on the table; its tip was jet black and shiny, clearly indicating that it had been coated with a potent poison.

Qi Shan drew his sword, its blade gleaming coldly in the candlelight.

But Hongchan had already leaped up, her toes touching the pillar, and she flipped herself onto the roof beam.

She looked down at Qi Shan and put two fingers in her mouth.

A sharp bamboo whistle rang out.

Immediately, a jumble of footsteps could be heard outside the courtyard, from at least a dozen people.

Red Cicada squatted on the roof beam, her smile extremely alluring.

"Commander Li said, either you die, or 30,000 people from Qingyang County will be buried with you."

She tilted her head, speaking as if she were talking about the weather.

"Officer Qi, shall we choose one?"