There were also crossbows in this era, and they had been developed several times. However, they had many drawbacks. The shooting range was short, the crossbow was heavy, and it was inconvenient to carry. It also had certain requirements on the environment, or else it would be hard to maintain. The overall production process and cost were also high …
Due to various reasons, only a small number of people could afford to use these crossbows, and they were not widely used.
Even if they were, Jiang Pengji would not like them.
She played with the semi-finished crossbow in her hand. The crossbow arm, crossbow bow, bowstring, and crossbow mechanism barely matched the data given by her.
After her improvement, the time needed to load the arrows was greatly reduced, which also improved the mobility and flexibility of the crossbow.
"I don't know the cost of the finished crossbow and the production time … If the cost is high and the production time is long, it is impossible to produce it on a large scale with the current manpower in the carpentry workshop. What's more, it is a secret that needs to be kept. I can't let more craftsmen participate in the production … "Jiang Pengji pouted and frowned. She was not satisfied with the current situation.
However, she did not have many people working for her now.
Even if she equipped each of them with a modified crossbow, she should be able to afford it according to her family's wealth.
To prevent the crossbow from attracting attention, Jiang Pengji wrapped it in a white cloth and left the Liu's house with a dozen arrows of different models.
"To the farm!"
The Liu's house was not suitable for testing the improved crossbow. It was not that she was afraid that the servants would leak the secret, nor was she worried that she would accidentally hurt others. It was just that the mansion did not have a spacious place suitable for testing. According to her calculation, the shooting range of the improved crossbow was a bit far.
She did not ride a horse this time. She sat in the carriage and asked the groom to drive her there.
With the help of Meng Hun, the training of the troops was officially on track, and the effect was much more significant than before.
After she got off the carriage, she saw a group of shirtless troops carrying a three-foot-long log on their shoulders running past her step by step. At the end of the line was the petite Nongqin. She was also dressed in brown. She was sweaty and her lips were pale.
Nongqin had obviously seen her. Her eyes were slightly twinkling, and she became more stubborn.
Jiang Pengji curled her lips slightly. When she passed by, she heard her voice.
"If you are tired, you can stop and rest for a while. After all, you are a weak woman."
She emphasized the word "weak."
Hearing this, Nongqin opened her eyes wide. However, after a moment, she gritted her teeth and ran past her with her head down. Her footsteps were heavy and slow. The cloth on her shoulder was worn through by the log, and her skin was bleeding. She looked very miserable.
Seeing that, Jiang Pengji chuckled. "Adjust your breathing and keep up with them. I'll wait for you at the drill ground."
Hearing her words, Nongqin took a deep breath. Her footsteps became firmer, and she looked better than before.
Meng Hun had been following them and did not allow anyone to slack off. When he saw Jiang Pengji, he quickly stepped forward and saluted. "Greetings, Langjun!"
"You don't have to be so polite. I came here today because I have something to do. Tell them to go to the drill ground and wait after training. "
At that moment, Meng Hun noticed that Jiang Pengji was holding a strange object wrapped in white cloth. It was shaped like a bow.
Before he could guess, Jiang Pengji asked, "How is Nongqin's training these two days?"
Meng Hun said subconsciously, "Although she is a woman, she has amazing perseverance. I've taught some of the soldiers in the troop a lesson. But Nongqin seems to have something on her mind. She doesn't communicate with others. She still practices hard after training … "
If it was a man who was so eager to learn, Meng Hun would only feel gratified and praise him as a hero.
But Nongqin was a woman, and her determination to learn was stronger than that of a man. He could not help but admire her.
"After she came, someone must have said something bad in private." Jiang Pengji sneered and said calmly, "Nothing more than some derogatory words. Nongqin has been through a lot and her character has been shaped. It's a good thing that she practices hard. At least she doesn't cry. "
In Jiang Pengji's view, crying was a cowardly behavior second only to suicide. It was not worth advocating.
Could crying solve anything?
No, this would only encourage the perpetrator's arrogance and make him suffer even more.
Nongqin was ridiculed and humiliated by others. She chose to immerse herself in practicing hard in order to get back at them instead of crying. This was a great improvement.
Meng Hun looked a little embarrassed.
The people of Dongqing were open-minded, but in many people's minds, women should be related to needlework.
Why did she have to train and do rough work like a man?
Her skin was soft and tender, and her arms were as thin as bamboo poles. What strength could she have?
After Nongqin came out of nowhere, there was indeed a lot of criticism.
There were also those who liked to talk dirty. Nongqin's face turned red and white.
Meng Hun could say something when he saw it, but he could not protect her all the time. There were times when he could not take care of her.
He said in a muffled voice, "I'm useless …"
Jiang Pengji sneered and said calmly, "What does it have to do with you? Nongqin trained hard and she will get back at herself. She doesn't need you to apologize. If you want to be recognized by others, you can only rely on your own strength. So what if you are a woman? Here, only fists matter! If you are too protective of her, it will only make others ignore her hard work. Just watch her. As long as she doesn't go too far, you don't have to care about other things. "
When Nongqin beat up everyone who looked down on her, who would dare to look down on her?
If they still looked down on her, she would beat them twice!
The troop was a place where fists mattered. Gender didn't matter at all.
If gender mattered, then a man who lost to a woman was not even as good as a weak woman.
If he could not even beat a woman, what was the point of training? He could just go home and pick up an embroidery needle and learn how to do needlework!
Tsk!
A group of people who were itching for a beating. They all needed to be taught a lesson!
When they arrived at the drill ground, Jiang Pengji saw Nongqin standing outside the crowd from afar. Her face was tense, and her sweat was covered with dust. Her eyes were sharp and guarded. A man tried to talk to her, but he could not speak because of her cold stare.
Seeing that, Jiang Pengji went forward and said, "Do you see the archery target in the distance?"
The area was used as a drill ground. Although the facilities were simple, it was large and convenient for training.
When she asked questions, many answered sparsely. Only Nongqin's voice was loud and firm.
"I see it!"
Jiang Pengji looked at the men who had grown stronger but were still a little undisciplined. Then she looked at Nongqin, whose face had become thinner.
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