"Aunt Feng, you are finally here!"

"Mother Feng no longer has to light lamps and cook oil every day to do needlework and be so tired."

Feng Shi came to Prince Yixiao's palace to teach and manage the sewing room.

It is not a servant, but a kind of worship service, and the monthly salary is much richer.

With this job, Feng no longer has to rely on Xue Pan for daily expenses.

Feng stood up quickly and blessed Jia Cong: "I have met the young prince."

Now that Jia Cong is the boss, of course she must bow.

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Aunt Feng, there is no need to be polite."

She turned around and asked: "Mother Feng, does Aunt Feng go home every day, or does she live in the mansion?"

Feng's mother smiled and said: "I'll let her live in the house and clean up a living room and come out."

"She refused for nothing, she just wanted to go home every day..."

Jia Cong said: "Since we go home every day, we should have a carriage to take us there."

How could Mr. Feng be willing to agree? He refused.

"It's not far from Ningrong Street to Dongcheng. It's too troublesome to take you there without a carriage..."

Jia Cong smiled and said: "You don't live here, and you don't need a carriage. How can you walk from the east city to the west city every day?"

"How can I bear it?"

Mrs. Feng lowered his head and thought about it carefully, and then reluctantly agreed.

From then on, the Feng family managed the sewing room in the palace of Prince Yixiao.

Mother Feng really felt a lot more relaxed.

The next day.

Jia Cong wrapped the long gun case with a piece of baggage.

Take him to the Hanlin Academy to find Yang Yiming.

Close the check-in door before opening the gun case.

Yang Yiming looked at Ferguson's flintlock rifle and was stunned for a moment.

Then a series of questions:

"Brother Zili?"

"Where did this gun come from?"

"Did Wilson return to Shenjing?"

"Isn't their country under fire?"

"Is the war over?"

Most of the strange Western gadgets in Jia Cong's hands were brought back to him by Wilson after traveling across the ocean.

Of course Yang Yiming knows.

Jia Cong said with a smile: "Yes, Wilson is back."

"Nothing."

"He was beaten into half a rice dumpling by the pirates, and he was still half a limping rice dumpling."

Yang Yiming was playing with the Ferguson rifle.

While laughing: "So miserable?"

"I'll go see him another day!"

Jia Cong said: "It's not too late to wait for Xiu Mu to go. Brother Lu is going to treat his injury today."

"Wait until his injury gets better before we go there."

"He brought back a lot of goods this time."

"There must be something you are interested in!"

Yang Yiming played with the Ferguson rifle for a while, then stretched out his hand towards Jia Cong.

"Brother Zili!"

"Bring the gunpowder and lead bullets!"

Jia Cong opened his eyes wide and stared at him.

"The fairy glass man, can you use it after playing with it twice?"

Nowadays, Da Chu uses flintlock muskets, but they are still muzzleloaders.

Yang Yiming raised his chin triumphantly: "I have thought about this direction before!"

Jia Cong was completely impressed by this guy with a lot of natural skills.

Obediently hand over the lead bullets and gunpowder.

He laughed and said: "Go to the back and find a secluded place to try!"

The two sneaked into the depths of the Hanlin Academy and fired two shots at the wall.

Jia Cong and Yang Yiming were looking at the bullet holes in the wall with pride.

Yang Haoran, who was suddenly called upon by the sound, grabbed his ears hard!

"Two brats, I think you want to shake things up!"

"This is the Hanlin Academy!"

"Why don't you go to Shenji Camp if you want to play this?!"

Jia Cong endured the severe pain in his ears.

He carefully put the Ferguson rifle into the gun case.

"Master uncle!"

"We just gave it a try because our hands were itchy. I promise we won't bring it back to play with next time!"

Yang Yiming also begged for mercy: "Father, let go quickly, it hurts!"

"We don't dare anymore!"

He worshiped Dai Yuan as his disciple, and his research on muskets and firearms was personally endorsed by Emperor Tianxi.

Naturally, Yang Haoran would not blame him seriously.

They are just strictly prohibited from using any firearms in the Hanlin Academy.

Jia Cong and Yang Yiming looked at each other and stuck out their tongues.

I kept agreeing.

Yang Haoran then waved his hand and drove the two daring teenagers back.

Looking at the two bullet holes in the wall, I couldn’t even laugh or cry.

These two brats owe it to Xu Bijiang to come out and beat people up with a ruler!

Shortly after lunch.

Yang Yiming sneaked into Jia Cong's room again.

"Brother Zili, I know how to make the needle gun you mentioned!"

"I've figured it all out, including the paper shells!"

Jia Cong was overjoyed: "Seriously?!"

Yang Yiming nodded.

"Really, but I still need to make two delicate parts, but I can't get them out..."

Jia Cong blinked and said, "Why don't Xiu Mu go to see Wilson? Why don't you go to Qingshui Mingyueguan?"

Yang Yiming stretched out his hand towards him and slapped him hard!

"Yes! Ask Grandpa Tian, ​​a skilled craftsman, for help!"

After going to Yamen.

Jia Cong just left the Hanlin Academy with a gun case on his back.

I saw Qi Youlu holding the sweaty horse and lazily leaning against the wall.

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Brother Youlu, why did you come to Hanlin Academy to block the door again?"

"Didn't you go to treat Wilson's injury?"

Qi Youlu smiled and said: "I went to see him, and the injury on his head is not serious."
To be continued...