Chapter 220 Building Armor

In Mingyue Building, Lin Zhiyuan's face gradually became serious as he listened to the clerk's narration.

"You said that First Fresh has a lot of dishes?"

The guy licked his lips and said, "Well, the little one just walked in and wandered around, and saw a lot of new dishes."

"How did those guests respond?"

Lin Zhiyuan was already in a panic. He had to know that every time Mingyuelou launched a new dish, he had to try many ways before he dared to bring it out.

But First Fresh has more than half of its new dishes when it opens. Is this confidence? Still stupid!

Thinking of the reactions of those guests, the guy said in frustration: "They all praised the food."

"Boom!"

Lin Zhiyuan was shocked, he slapped the table, and shouted: "Go, go to the kitchen and ask someone to try it."

So here we went to the two chefs in a grand manner, took the money given by the shopkeeper, and ordered a table of good dishes without hesitation.

But after they tasted them one by one, the idea of ​​taking advantage of the shopkeeper disappeared, and all that was left was worry about their own jobs and curiosity about the number one fresh chef.

The two brought a food box, pretending to be short of time, and said they wanted to take it home to eat.

The guys at No. 1 Fresh also cooperated, and praised their spirit of not wasting.

"Boss, this is their dish."

Lin Zhiyuan took the food box, twitched his nose, and slowly opened it.

Open the food box, the dishes inside are attractive in color and fragrant.

"I lost at the first glance!"

At first sight, Lin Zhiyuan felt that Mingyue Tower had lost.

Not to mention Xiang, Mingyue Tower was completely defeated.

Picking up the chopsticks, I picked up a piece of meat that looked crystal-like and put it in my mouth...

At this time, the rush hour for dining had passed, and the cooks all looked at Lin Zhiyuan eagerly, feeling apprehensive in their hearts.

Fragrant, refreshing, fat but not greasy...

"Bang!"

A pair of chopsticks fell on the table, Lin Zhiyuan closed his eyes and said nothing for a long time, "You can try it and see if you can imitate it."

Several cooks started without any hesitation, but gradually, the speed became slower and slower.

"Shopkeeper, it's hard!"

A cook pointed to the mapo tofu and said: "This tofu looks simple, but it is spicy and delicious. I want to use cornel, but I am worried about the smell. It is difficult!"

And the other cook also shook his head and said: "This fish soup is extremely delicious, but the ingredients can't be seen, I can only hope and sigh!"

After the cooks finished speaking, they looked at their shopkeeper worriedly. But Lin Zhiyuan smiled wryly to himself.

What he ate just now, after slowly recollecting it, feels like a pig's trotter. But the pig's trotters can be made so delicious that he has no clue.

A cook said cautiously: "Boss, if they do this, we will..."

The other cook had a more straightforward temper, and he directly revealed Lin Zhiyuan's worries.

"Shopkeeper, we only lost some customers today, but in the long run, unless we move to Beiping, this business will be impossible."

"I know!"

Lin Zhiyuan's face was livid, and he gritted his teeth and said, "What's the origin of this No. 1 Fresh?"

The cooks were relatively speechless, knowing that Lin Zhiyuan was thinking of suppressing him.

Lin Zhiyuan was able to make Mingyue Tower bigger in Jinling City where there are many strong opponents.

"Go back first, I'll go out for a while."

After lunch, Fang Xing went directly to the Thousand Household Office of Jubao Mountain.

Dong Pi has been very worried recently, especially since the time for the Northern Expedition is getting closer, he is watching almost every day. It's just that these sergeants are trained by Lao Qi and nine servants, so he can only be in a hurry.

"kill!"

The three-edged long blade shone coldly, stabbing along with the sound of the whistle.

"Beep!"

Old Seventh Xin blew his whistle, and then saw Fang Xing.

"kill!"

Fang Xing waved his hand, signaling him to continue practicing.

"Mr. Fang, is there any news?"

Dong Pi was keen on fame and fortune. Originally, Fang Xing was going to ask Zhu Zhanji to replace him, but he didn't expect this guy's attitude to be very correct, and he immediately corrected those small problems in the past.

Let him not be easy to do.

In this Northern Expedition, there are hundreds of thousands of troops, and no one is worried about failure, so they all want to keep up with the express train of meritorious service.

Fang Xing shook his head and said, "I don't know yet, but don't be careless in practice."

Then Fang Xing went to find Zhu Fang.

Zhu Fang was making flintlock guns with those craftsmen. When he saw Fang Xing, he scratched his head and said, "Master, this flintlock gun is almost ready. Shall we still shoot it?"

Fang Xing checked the records, nodded and said, "Stop, I need you to build some armor."

Since there is still a flintlock gun in hand, Fang Xing is not willing to be charged with hoarding weapons.

"What armor?"

Hearing that armor was to be crafted, all the craftsmen were frowning.

Most of Daming's armor now is half-body armor. It is extremely troublesome to forge iron plates first, and then punch holes to connect them one by one.

Fang Xing took out a piece of paper, pointed to something on it, and said, "One is a bust armor, stamped and made in one piece, is it difficult?"

Jubao Mountain is rich in water resources, and Zhu Fang has led people to build a workshop by the river long ago, which specializes in using water power to make large things.

"Master, this kind of half-body plate armor has a simple structure, one or a few times of heavy hammering is enough, no problem."

As for iron materials, Zhu Zhanji is not a decoration, and the supply of plate armor for more than a thousand people is not a big problem.

Zhu Fang looked carefully, and suddenly pointed to the helmet and asked, "Master, why does this helmet look like a small pot?"

say!

Fang Xing glared at Zhu Fang, "It's just that there are some deviations in the drawing, but isn't there a size on the side? The same stamping process can save a lot of cost and time."

Zhu Fang's body shook, and she looked at Fang Xing in disbelief: "Master, are you going to equip all the soldiers with armor?"

If it is used by Fang Xing and Qianhu, then it can be made into scale armor. But Fang Xing repeatedly emphasized low cost and saving time. Thinking of the news of Beizheng, Zhu Fang realized something.

Fang Xing nodded and said, "That's right. The brothers didn't have protective gear in Jiaozhi last time. As a result, most of the casualties were caused by the opponent's bows and arrows. So I plan to build a large number of them."

"But it's best to be able to defend against the slashing of the saber. As for the spear, I don't have this extravagant hope."

The strength of saber slashing is far worse than that of spear piercing.

The grassland aliens seldom equip long spears, so there is no need to worry.

Zhu Fang nodded, then pointed to the thing next to the helmet drawing and asked, "Master, what is this?"

Fang Xing said indifferently: "This is a visor, only the eyes are exposed, it is put together with the helmet, and it is pulled off during the battle."

Zhu Fang had a cold war, thinking that the Jubaoshan Qianhusuo that would appear on the battlefield in the future would all be dressed like this, and whether the opponent would be frightened.

"Grassland alien races are no better than Cochin, so we can't value them too much."

Fang Xing called more than a hundred people to a meeting, and he pointed out his goal at the beginning.

Northern Expedition?

There was joy in everyone's eyes. (To be continued.)

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