The most arrogant in history

Chapter 793: Misaligned.

A pyramid in a foreign country can take hundreds of years to build.

Ye Kun is patient enough to build a tunnel in three years.

Ding Ding smiled and said, "Three years is definitely no problem. I will arrange the construction immediately. I wonder what the magic weapon that Senior Brother mentioned is?"

Ye Kun chuckled: "Explosives. High-intensity explosives."

Gunpowder and explosives have always been used in military industry and war and rarely in civilian use.

But now that productivity has increased, we can allocate a portion of it for mountain development projects.

Yellow gunpowder is extremely powerful and can save a lot of effort when used to blast mountains.

Ding Ding smiled and said, "So I have the skills of splitting mountains and drilling mountains. Brother, you also have the skills of blasting mountains. When we built the Yunmian Highway before, we used black gunpowder to blast mountains, but the effect was not ideal. Yellow gunpowder is powerful and should work. However, the amount required is also very large, and it will not work if there is less."

Building a tunnel requires a volume of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of cubic meters.

Hundreds of explosive packs were useless and were used up in a day or two.

"The production of explosives is not particularly difficult nowadays, and they can be provided to construction teams for a long time."

Ye Kun nodded and said, "Junior sister can also improve and create a batch of new tools according to the actual situation to improve efficiency."

Ding Ding nodded: "We have developed various drill bits for quarrying rocks. Combined with explosives and mountain drilling techniques, the efficiency will definitely continue to improve."

Ye Weiwei suddenly asked, "Master Ding, we are constructing at both ends. What if we dig them crookedly and the holes are not aligned or at different heights? What should we do?"

Ye Kun didn't know whether to laugh or cry:

"Silly girl, I told you to study, but you didn't. Instead, you asked these stupid questions. We have professional surveyors and technicians. It's not difficult for us to handle such technical problems."

Tintin also laughed and said, "This technology is very simple. All it takes is a basin of water, a buoy, and a compass. But we still have to be cautious when surveying. We may use a hot air balloon to conduct multi-directional surveys at high altitudes."

Ye Weiwei exclaimed: "Can our hot air balloon fly over the mountains?"

“Flying across the sea is no problem.”

Tintin smiled smugly.

Pang Jia has already mastered the hot air balloon technology, so flying over mountains is really not a problem.

Of course, there is a certain degree of danger.

Jiang Yourong complained to Weiwei: "Weiwei, when you have nothing to do, you should go to the Science and Technology City. Your father said that technology changes the world. If you don't study, you will become more and more stupid in the future, and I don't want you anymore."

Weiwei stuck out her tongue and hugged Jiang Yourong's arm: "I will listen to my mother and concentrate on studying when I get home."

The 800-li Taihang Mountains are vast and boundless.

Ye Kun just treated it as an autumn outing, walking and stopping as he went, feeling very relaxed.

On the way, we met several hunters, all carrying muskets.

Ye Kun stopped the hunter, took out a musket, and asked, "Who made your musket?"

The barrel of this musket is very short, only about three feet long, and it is spliced.

But the workmanship is good.

The propellant is black powder and the bullet is iron sand.

The hunter replied, "It was made by Yang Quezi from our town. Yang Quezi used to be a blacksmith and a musketeer. After he came back, he figured it out and made this kind of musket."

"The barrel of this gun is very short, so the range should not be far. Can it be used for hunting?"

"Yes, it is very useful for hunting rabbits and pheasants, much better than a bow and arrow."

"Can we hunt wild boars and deer?"

"When hunting wild boars, you need to change to steel-head bullets." The hunter took out another type of bullet from his pocket and showed it to Ye Kun.

It was a pointed iron nail more than half an inch long, slightly thinner than the little finger, and ground into the shape of a rifle bullet.

This thing can not only kill wild boars, but also bison at close range!

Ye Kun was a little surprised: "How far can such an iron bullet hit?"

"It can hit a hundred steps, but its killing power is only fifteen steps. Beyond fifteen steps, it has no accuracy and no power."

"I'll give it a try."

Ye Kun became interested, filled it with black powder and iron sand, and tested a shot.

Then he changed to a single iron bullet and tried another shot.

The iron bullet hit a big tree ten steps away, and half of the bullet was embedded in it.

Ye Kun's personal guard also fired his gun to try it out and said with a smile: "This thing is just a piece of junk, not as good as our pistol."

"It's already amazing that a folk craftsman can make a gun to this level."

Ye Kun pulled out the small pistol from his waist and handed it to the hunter: "Come, try the latest pistol made by the imperial arsenal. It can fire six shots in a row."

The hunter thought it was fun, so he tried firing a shot, but was so frightened by the huge recoil that he almost dropped his gun.

Ye Kun laughed, took back the pistol, and fired rapidly with one hand, all of which hit the big tree ten steps away.

The hunters were all amazed and asked, "Sir, are you a military officer of the court?"

"I am the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, Ye Kun."

Ye Kun smiled slightly: "The black gunpowder you play with, and this kind of musket, are all invented by me."

"Are you the Emperor?"

Several hunters were so frightened that their faces changed and they bowed together.

"You're welcome, fellow."

Ye Kun clasped his fists in return and sighed, "Hunting is a normal activity for ordinary people, and the court cannot stop it. But when you hunt, you must pay attention to safety. You must ensure your own safety, and the safety of others. If you accidentally hurt others, it will be a serious crime."

There has been a civilian gun ban campaign before.

But the effect is not ideal.

Almost every family in the mountains hunts. Even if you ban firearms, they still have bows and arrows.

So, Ye Kun turned a blind eye.

However, in the long run, the proliferation of firearms is foreseeable.

The hunters clasped their fists together and said, "We remember what the emperor said. We are always very careful when we hunt."

Ye Kun waved his hand and let the hunter go.

Ding Ding smiled and said, "The emperor has vigorously promoted science and technology. Now, even ordinary blacksmiths can make muskets. Does this count as a success?"

"The technology of making a musket is simple. Anyone who has served as a musketeer or a blacksmith can make a simple musket."

Ye Kun shook his head: "I am promoting science and technology, but I have no intention of promoting firearms. This Yang Cripple dared to privately manufacture firearms and sell them to the public. We must control him. If we don't control him anymore, he will open an ammunition factory!"

Tintin asked the guide and said with a smile: "The town the hunter mentioned is not far ahead. Let's go and take a look together."

Ye Kun nodded, and led everyone onto the carriage to find Yang Guizi to take revenge.

The town is hidden in a mountain valley, and it was market day, so it was quite lively.

Ye Kun was dressed in casual clothes and strolled around the town with a few plainclothes guards.

Before finding Yang Quezi, we saw a middle-aged man wandering on the street with a little girl of five or six years old.

The little girl was dressed in rags and had a straw stuck in her head!

Seeing this, Ye Kun became furious and was about to explode.

The straw on the head is a commodity, which is intended to be sold to others.

Jiang Yourong also saw it, and stopped Ye Kun with a wink, and said to the man: "Big brother, are you planning to sell your child... to someone else?"

The man was stunned, then nodded and said, "Yes, my family is poor and I can't support it, so I plan to sell it to someone else..."