The Struggle of the Reborn Prince

Chapter 4 Can’t sit still and wait for death()

In the early morning, Zhao Tong walked around the garden for more than half an hour as usual. He was already sweating. He returned to the courtyard where he lived, washed his hands and face, and first bowed to the north and kowtowed to the emperor who was a hundred miles away.

The father and the imperial concubine said their regards, and after finishing this, they started to have breakfast.

Zhao Tong washed his hands again, sat down at the dining table, and looked at the things on the table. Various silver plates were piled with fragrant balls, mandarin oranges, pomegranates, oranges, and some fried ring cakes, fried cakes, and dates.

Pagodas and biscuits. However, they looked very nice, but he was not allowed to eat them. These were all for display. All he could eat was a small bowl of mutton porridge and a bowl of mutton noodle soup. After he tasted it, he

It was his turn to eat, and he couldn't eat everything. This was the rule in the house to prevent children from eating too much and holding on. Most of the days after he traveled through time were spent in this half-hungry and half-full state.

It sounds pitiful, a prince can only expect to have a full meal!

After the meal, Zhao Tong reluctantly left the dining table and followed Jian Xi to the large study room in the front hall. The teacher was already waiting there. The teacher first asked him to memorize the "Hundred Family Surnames" he learned yesterday, and then led him to read it.

After repeating a new paragraph three times, let him study by himself, and then he can just read his own book and stop caring about it.

Zhao Tong knew these things by heart in kindergarten. He didn't expect to have to learn them again now. It was really boring. But now that the crisis was everywhere, he could only endure it. If he took the lead, his life would be lost faster. Playing stupid was the best way.

Zhao Tong read it twice at the top of his lungs. His voice became smaller and smaller, and gradually disappeared. In his previous life, this one-on-one teaching would have been the dream of many parents, but Zhao Tong found it boring. In the past, he went from kindergarten to military school.

I have been living a collective study life with forty or fifty classmates. Now I face this old man who is over fifty years old alone every day. It is already very good without falling asleep.

The old gentleman sitting in front is going to participate in this year's Qiu Wei. Thirty years ago, he was admitted to the imperial examination. He thought that if he won the imperial examination, he would be able to live a life of "eating mutton", but he did not expect that after so many years of failure, he could not win the exam.

I couldn't live a simple life, so I had to find a job as a teacher. The salary offered by this family was not low, eight guan per month. They also took care of the food and taught only one student. Moreover, the student was not in good health, so he only taught

After half a day of class, this money is like picking up money for free. I originally wanted to teach this student well, but I didn't expect that this unlucky kid is too lazy and stupid, and he is unwilling to attend half a day of class. He has not yet learned a book called "Hundred Family Surnames"

After that, his heart became cold. Every day the students and teachers came here to deal with it, so they all got what they needed.

"Jianxi, did I ask you to get everything ready?" Zhao Tong asked the 'book boy' who was dozing on the side.

"Second Master, I've found everything. I've worked hard. None of those people have seen what you want. If it weren't for the high wages, they wouldn't be willing to do it!" Jianxi perked up after hearing this and posted it.

He said that these things seemed to be of no use to him, but the money was really spent. Even an old craftsman with good skills would have spent more than ten days to make those things, but the second master was not very smart.

As long as I get it for him, he will be happy. I never ask how much it costs. I can make some money for myself, so I have always been very caring and active.

"After dinner, send me to the small study room. How much money did you spend to find the big manager? Why don't you ask me to teach you?" Zhao Tong waved his hand and said, stopping his rambling, and looked at him with a happy face and looked like he was on the spot. The director of the logistics department who was sent to the prison at that time was a man of virtue. This boy was treating himself as a fool. But now that he had no close friends around him, he took advantage of it and did not dare to talk nonsense. Just as he wanted, Zhao Tong continued to act like a fool. 'Fool'.

"Second Master, don't worry!" Seeing the joy, he replied with a charming smile. This time he got another ten pieces of money. Before he was assigned to serve the second prince from the palace, he was just a servant sweeping the floor and spreading water. People say that His Highness is a disaster star, and whoever follows him will be unlucky. He was cautious at first, but it didn't take long for him to find that the prince was not a disaster star, but a lucky star. At least his wallet was much heavier than it was in the palace.

The old gentleman looked at the master and servant chattering below, and sighed softly, "Rotten wood cannot be carved!" He turned away and went to read his book, out of sight and out of mind. He finally stayed until noon. , teachers and students all left the study room like flying, everyone felt uncomfortable watching it!

Zhao Tong put all the things that Jian Xitao had acquired these days on the desk. There were thirty or forty parts, large and small. While he was piecing these scattered things together, he lamented that he had underestimated the ancients. , these processed parts are absolutely impossible to make in modern times without the level of "eighth-level workers". It seems that although Jianxi is greedy for money, the things he got are really good.

Zhao Tong just slightly modified a few parts with a file, then put them together, and used a hammer to hammer in the connecting rivets. Something that the ancients would never recognize, and that even a three-year-old child in modern times would know, appeared on the desk. ——It was a short-bodied revolver. The brass body shone brightly, and the yellow pear wood handle also felt good. Zhao Tao breathed a long sigh of relief and weighed the gun in his hand. It was a little heavy. , but with a gun in his hand, his temperament completely changed, and he looked like a murderous god who could kill people at any time.

"Shhh" Zhao Tan took a long breath, calmed down his breath, and quickly assembled another gun with the remaining parts. His worries were a little unnecessary. In order to prevent deviations, he asked Jianxi to make every part. Two sets for replacement. This cannot be blamed on his caution. The fact that he escaped unscathed every time he performed missions in his previous life is inseparable from his cautious character.

Zhao Tong did not make pistols on a whim, but entirely to deal with possible unfavorable situations that might arise for him. He did not want to put his safety in the hands of people who did not understand him at all. There was no shortage of swords and other things in the palace, so there was no problem. He couldn't use it. The best weapon was a small pistol, but this thing would not appear until seven or eight hundred years later, and there was nowhere to buy it if he had the money. After thinking about it, he thought of the original black powder revolver. , this kind of gun has a simple structure and is relatively easy to manufacture under the existing conditions. He used Jianxi to spend nearly two months gathering what he needed.

Zhao Tong pulled the trigger, and the hammer hit the firing cap accurately. He pulled up the hammer again, and the magazine rotated, making a slight crisp sound that was intoxicating. It entered the firing state again. He squinted one eye and checked. Whether the barrel and the bullet chamber match or not is a key part that cannot be carelessly taken care of. He did not have high expectations for this gun. He considered the ancient processing level of the copper body, which resulted in many defects in the gun. .The texture of copper is relatively soft, and the parts cannot withstand the wear caused by frequent firing. After continuous firing, the barrel and the bullet chamber will create gaps due to thermal expansion, resulting in air leakage due to poor sealing, resulting in reduced power and affecting accuracy. , the tension spring of the gun was definitely not good with the current level of craftsmanship, so he had to use substitutes, and the bullets were even more extravagant. The loading method could only use the earliest method when the revolver was just invented.

He moved a low stool, climbed up and took out a book box from the bookshelf, put it on the desk and opened it, took out the top book, took out a box, opened it carefully, and took out the things inside. In his previous life, these were all

Things are available everywhere, but it takes a lot of effort! Zhao Tong first removed the magazine, blocked the fuse hole with his fingers, and used a small silver spoon to fill the magazine with gunpowder. He filled half of the gunpowder into each magazine.

Zhao Tong got the ingredients from the medicine store in the house. He didn't expect that fire, saltpeter, and sulfur were all medicinal materials for curing diseases at this time. How could it be so rare to have a recipe that could make explosives with washing powder?

Special Forces.

After loading the gunpowder, he put some mashed wheat flour and put a lead bullet. The lead bullet was made by melting it in a lead pot in the kitchen. Then he sealed the mouth of the magazine with wax oil and sealed it.

The six bomb chambers were loaded in sequence, and finally the primer was installed in the detonator hole. The primer he used was a common modern starting paper. When he was a child, he could buy a large sheet for a dime, but today he was troubled by this. Without a primer, he

You can only make a firecracker triggered by a match rope, which will greatly reduce the concealment and practicality. Speaking of which, I have to thank Qingyun for his awesome nose. In an explosion, he allowed Zhao Tong to get what he dreamed of--

-Red phosphorus.

With the red phosphorus, he added realgar, charcoal and rice soup to make a relatively stable ignition device. He installed a primer in the ignition slot at the end of the magazine and reinstalled the magazine to the gun. This was considered complete.

Zhao Tong carefully tied the gun to a chair and fixed a half-inch-thick book four or five meters in front of him. Zhao Tong tied a thin rope to the trigger and lay down behind the case.

The test firing began, and all caution was taken, because he did not know whether the gunpowder charge was appropriate or the quality of the ancient metal.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and a choking smoke rose up in the room. Zhao Tong saw that the gun was still on the chair, pressed the hammer again, and pulled the trigger continuously. After several more muffled sounds, the room was already filled with smoke.

The smoke was rising. After the shooting, the gun was fine without exploding, but the book in front of it was smashed to pieces by lead bullets.

"Haha, I succeeded!" Zhao Tong laughed and exclaimed, and the long march of thousands of miles finally took the first step. After reloading, he placed a drinking tea cup on the desk. This thing is very popular in modern times.

Each one is worth at least hundreds of thousands, but now they have become his target.

'Bang bang' Zhao Tong stepped back about ten steps and fired twice. The bullets did not hit the tea cup, but they sent sparks flying from a pair of fine inkstones beside him, and stone chips burst out. "Damn, the recoil is still there."

It's too big!" Zhao Tong cursed in a low voice, took a step forward, aimed and fired again, and the tea cup shattered. With the next two shots, he found the secret of this old gun. The washers and pen holders placed on the desk

They all became "shooters". The last shot he fired was aimed at the pillar in the corner of the house. By this time, the gun was already hot to the touch, and his wrist was sore from the recoil.

Putting down the gun, Zhao Tong checked the pillar. The bullet missed the carved flower he was aiming at by several inches, but penetrated more than an inch deep. He made a preliminary judgment on the performance of the gun. The effective range could reach twenty

More than 10 meters, but the accuracy decreases. You can only rely on blindfolding for that distance. If you hit someone within ten meters, you will never miss the target. Protective equipment such as leather armor will never stop the fired bullets.

He checked the gun again, and as he expected, there were scratches on the barrel. It seemed that this gun was like a craft gun in the previous life. It was more for appreciation than practicality. It could not withstand frequent use and could only be used at critical moments.

, but it has also achieved its purpose of using it for self-defense.