He curled his lips and said disdainfully, "It's alright, but its power is mediocre. It can't even penetrate a wooden board. Also, its accuracy is too bad."
"What?"
Zhang Feng couldn't take it anymore. He glared at Li Shimin and said, "What do you know? This is just a basic product that I developed. A mere gun is nothing. In the future, I'll make a gun that's a hundred times more powerful than this gun. That's a real divine weapon. It can take the enemy's head from a thousand miles away without a sound."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone trembled.
Killing people from a thousand miles away?
This was a goddamn heaven-defying divine weapon.
If there was really such a thing, would the Tang Dynasty be afraid of anything?
They would be able to sweep through the Turks and Goguryeons.
In a moment, a terrifying plan began to brew in Yuchi Gong and Li Shimin's minds.
"Feng 'zi, when will you make that thing you mentioned?"
Li Shimin grabbed Zhang Feng, his eyes shining.
Seeing Li Shimin's expression, Zhang Feng was instantly amused.
He thought to himself, 'You old brat, didn't you say that my fellow is useless?
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he deliberately coughed twice, acting like an old man. "Ahem, what's the hurry? You haven't even learned how to walk, and you already want to run. You guys should play with the gun first. "
"How can we not be anxious? If there's that thing you mentioned, the soldiers at the front line will be confident of winning the battle. Also, you'll be able to get a lot of benefits. "
Yuchi Gong hurriedly said.
He really wanted this weapon. If it was given to the soldiers, who knew how many fewer people would die?
"Alright, I got it. You should practice with this gun first."
Zhang Feng waved his hand and said impatiently.
In fact, he wasn't sure when he could make it. He was only in the preparation stage now.
With that said, everyone returned to the front of the blunderbuss. Each of them picked up a blunderbuss and began to practice under Zhang Feng's guidance.
Bang … Bang …
After a series of gunshots, another flock of birds flew through the forest.
After practicing for a while, it was already dusk. Everyone felt irritated and wanted to drag Zhang Feng down the mountain.
After descending the mountain, the crowd did not linger and went their separate ways.
The next morning.
When the sky was still bright, the streets of Chang 'an were already boiling.
Peddlers from all over the country were peddling their wares on the streets. Peddlers and servants were also preparing to set up sheds on the ground, preparing for a day of work.
Tong Hui Fang's basketball court was already filled with many youngsters who were showing off their skills.
With the continuous cheers, the stadium was full of enthusiasm.
Not long after, a few teenagers in gorgeous clothes walked down the field.
"Brothers, do you know about the Zhang Residence's cotton-padded clothes?"
"Of course I know."
As soon as they sat down, they began to chat.
They were all famous playboys in Chang 'an, so they were more well-informed than ordinary people.
"I heard that the Zhang Residence has already started selling it."
"Are you serious? Did President Zhang really manage to play with that piece of white paper? "
"Of course. I heard that the sales are pretty good. It's quite warm to wear."
Hearing this, everyone present was stunned.
Everyone knew that Zhang Feng's piece of white paper was not very popular at first, but now it was really successful.
"President Zhang's products are probably not ordinary. I have to go back and ask my father to buy some. Otherwise, there won't be any left."
A quick-witted dandy picked up his clothes and ran away.
Another playboy's expression changed as if he had sensed something. He said as he ran, "Brothers, I have something to do at home. I'll leave first."
Those who could survive in Chang 'an were not fools.
Looking at everyone's expressions, the other playboys immediately reacted and hurriedly found an excuse to go home.
Coincidentally, this scene was heard by a peddler who was selling fermented rice.
Startled, he hurriedly picked up the pole and walked back home.
On the street, he bumped into a friend who was selling things together.
"Zhuzi, why are you walking so fast? Wait, I have something to say to you. "
"What is it? Hurry up and say it. Don't delay Lao Tzu's business. "
"Do you remember what I told you about the Zhang Mansion's cotton-padded clothes? The Zhang Mansion has started selling cotton-padded clothes."
"What? The Zhang Mansion has started selling cotton-padded clothes? I have to go and take a look."
After that, the friend threw down his burden and ran home.
Just like that, in a short while, one person spread to ten, and ten spread to a hundred. The whole street of Chang 'an began to crazily talk about the cotton-padded clothes.
At first, everyone said that the cotton-padded clothes were invented by President Zhang to help people survive the winter.
Later on, everyone said that the white paper in the cotton-padded clothes was a divine item from the heavens.
Some even began to spread rumors that the white paper was a gift from the heavens, and then a divine person like President Zhang was sent to benefit the Tang Dynasty.
After that, the people of Chang 'an quickly took action. They went home to take their money and prepared to go to the Zhang Mansion to buy the clothes.
At the same time, in a rich family's home in Chang 'an City.
A thin and tall man sat in the main seat, holding a teacup and sipping tea.
This man was a rich silk merchant in Chang 'an City. His name was Zhao Xian, and he was shrewd and good at scheming.
At this time, a figure stumbled into the hall.
"Master …"
Zhao Xian was startled and took a closer look. It turned out to be a servant. He scolded angrily, "You dog, why are you running? Is there a dog chasing you?"
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