Chapter 1: 1Buy a casket and return a pearl
Chapter 1 1 Buy a casket and return a pearl
"Mr. Tang Mo, the Baron is still taking a nap." The waiter touched the cloth bag in his pocket, felt the few coins inside, smiled and lowered his voice, and bowed slightly to Tang Mo, who had been sitting there waiting for thirty minutes. .
Since he took someone else's bribe, he had to think more about them, so he smiled and said one more thing to the embarrassed man: "He was very busy in the morning, so he had to take a long rest."
"It doesn't matter." Tang Mo smiled awkwardly, because as a businessman, it was not easy to ask for a meeting with the baron. He had already made an appointment twice before, and it was only today that he finally got the permission and was qualified to sit here and wait.
He just saw the "Romantic Rose" carriage in the yard, so of course he knew what Baron Stella was busy with in the morning.
I estimate that I will spend two gold coins a night with the little prodigal until dawn. It is impossible for anyone to put on trousers and chat with a businessman who has come from afar.
Merchant, ha! Lowly businessman. Tang Mo complained to himself in his heart, stood up and sent away the waiter who took people's money to help people out of trouble. After the latter left, he sat back on the chair in the guest room dejectedly.
He spent 25 silver coins and 75 copper coins to get the right to sit here and drink cold water. Of course, he was unwilling to leave easily. He didn't want the money to go to waste.
So after he sat down, he quietly stared at the old leather boots on his feet that were worn to the point of splitting.
Although he has adapted to the world in front of him and accepted the fact that he suddenly traveled here, he is still not used to it, not used to such a dreamlike life.
There is no wifi, no internet, no lights and no phone. There are no taxis or planes, and the whole world suddenly has no convenience at all.
At that time, I saw people saying that I could make a living in the 21st century, even if it were the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, it turned out to be true... because the emperor of the Tang Dynasty never even ate French fries.
The world in front of him didn't even have cuffs on his pants... Tang Mo looked at his pants and once again fell into endless complaints.
The world today is an era in which industrial civilization has just begun. In this era, few people have even heard of steam engines! The roads in big cities were lined with gas lights, which had just begun to spread, and horse-drawn carriages were still the most important means of transportation.
War relies on flintlock muskets and muzzle-loading cannons. Soldiers rely on courage to line up in neat formations, marching to the beat of drums to launch a brutal charge against the enemy...
The nobles, who were also ranked according to the order of princes, princes and sons, oppressed knights, free people and slaves. There were many kingdoms in the world, and they were as fragmented as a puzzle - everything here was incompatible with the era Tang Mo was familiar with.
Tang Mo, who traveled here, became the owner of a weapons production workshop. He is sitting here now to recommend his new weapon.
I don’t know how long it took, but the waiter came in again. This time he didn’t enter the room, but stood at the door and told Tang Mo something exciting: “The Baron is awake, and he wants to see you.”
"Thank you, thank you!" Tang Mo, who was about to fall asleep, quickly stood up, straightened his clothes, followed the waiter, and walked out.
Going through the corridor and passing two pairs of armor decorations that looked very ancient, Tang Mo followed the servant to the courtyard. There were trimmed lawns on both sides of the stone-paved road. The baron was wearing a hunting suit and was talking to two guards. They laughed from time to time, and they didn't stop until Tang Mo got closer.
"Lord Baron" When Tang Mo bowed his head and saluted, his attention was attracted by the hound led by Lord Baron.
This is a slender hunting dog. It started baring its teeth when it saw Tang Mo. It was extremely aggressive and looked like it had been hungry all day.
The baron yawned casually and casually reminded his guests: "My time is precious, haha... very precious! So I hope you won't waste my time. Ask to see me this time. What do you have?" The purpose...let’s talk about it.”
This itself is a very impolite thing, but when a baron is willing to take the time to meet a commoner, it itself represents a polite corporal.
I have asked to see you twice, and I also spent money! How dare you not even read my letter asking for a meeting? asshole! Tang Mo cursed in his heart, but the smile on his face did not change at all. He lowered his head slightly and said, "That's it, Lord Baron. I invented a new gun..."
“Haha!” The two guards standing behind Baron Stella grinned and laughed disdainfully.
They were the baron's bodyguards, and they had a very fine-looking flintlock pistol hanging on their belts. The handle of the gun is engraved with patterns, and the flintlock bolt is exposed.
Baron Stella's face was full of amusement. He looked at the two laughing men and said to Tang Mo: "What do I think it is... Now almost everyone in the world is using the Cyric flintlock gun. It is almost No shortcomings!”
"Sir! My new gun uses new ammunition! It is almost unaffected by the weather and can shoot farther and more accurately!" Tang Mo decided to explain to the arrogant fool in front of him what the progress of the times means.
Although the flintlock has been the main weapon equipped by armies of various countries for more than a hundred years, Tang Mo knew that this weapon was far from the end of the weaponry.
This kind of weapon is destined to be replaced by more advanced and powerful weapons and become history, but Tang Mo firmly believes that the weapon in his hand represents the future.
"I know what you businessmen are thinking...I know! You always come up with some flashy things, and then imagine that the nobles will pay for your greed. Huh!" Baron Stella said with disdain.
The hound at his feet began to bark irritably and pounced **** Tang Mo. Baron Stella's body, drained by wine and sex, struggled to hold on to the dog's leash. Tang Mo really wanted to remind this **** **** to take care of his dog. Because the vicious hound was only a few centimeters away from biting his pants.
"Sir! I promise you..." Tang Mo finally managed to endure the dog and started to explain.
"Um...here comes someone!" Baron Stella shouted, and the waiter not far away lowered his head and walked over. When the waiter approached, Stella pointed at Tang Mo: "Bring the things this guy brought. Send it over, and if I’m not satisfied, I’ll fine him 1 gold coin!”
"Yes! Sir." The waiter glanced at Tang Mo and was full of sympathy for this poor guy. It seemed that the adults in his family were trying to trick him again. This gold coin would definitely not be able to escape.
Tang Mo is very confident in his sample, because it is a good thing that he and his family’s old workers worked hard for 7 days and nights to build!
A truly good thing that can affect the outcome of a war.
When the servant came back, he was still carrying a wooden box that seemed to be more than one meter long. Although there is not much decoration from the outside, it has an indescribable simplicity and beauty.
Tang Mo came prepared and knew the importance of packaging, so he personally supervised the making of the box. All eight corners were polished and the six sides were waxed and polished.
At least, this box was thoughtful, so when he saw this box, Baron Stella was slightly startled.
Then, he came to his senses, handed the hound chain in his hand to one of the guards, and then waved to the other guard in a familiar manner.
The guard took out the musket from his waist as usual, tamped down the gunpowder skillfully, inserted the projectiles, then opened the flintlock and handed it to the baron.
"I'll give you a chance to perform. If you mess around, I'll beat you to death. If you don't satisfy me, pay the money and get out!" The baron took the pistol and pointed it at Tang Mo, his joyful mood proving that he Play this game often.
"This is my latest designed and finalized Tang's K1 type fast gun!" Tang Mo quickly opened the box held by the servant and took out the long gun that he had carefully assembled.
This weapon had a famous name in the era before Tang Mo traveled through it: the Dreiser Needle Gun! It directly eliminated the big killer weapon of the flintlock rifle and determined the existence of the basic style of rifles for the next hundred years!
So Tang Mo was very confident in this weapon, he just had little confidence in the idiot baron in front of him.
But he didn't have any good ideas. It became more and more difficult to meet important people these days. Not to mention the wasted travel time, Tang Mo really didn't have much money to hire a concierge and prepare meeting gifts.
He picked up the rifle calmly, stuffed the paper-wrapped fixed ammunition into the chamber, rotated and pushed forward to close the bolt, his movements were smooth and fast.
Then he picked up the rifle, pointed it at the distant woods and pulled the trigger. A sharp gunshot echoed in the sky of the manor. A row of birds in the distance started, flapping their wings and flying into the distance.
While the four people were stunned, Tang Mo opened the bolt of the gun, poured out the incompletely burned paper shell fragments, and blew into the barrel of the gun with his mouth.
There is no way, smokeless gunpowder has not yet been developed, and cleaning the barrel of the gun after each firing is a troublesome task.
However, compared to the flintlock gun, the needle gun in Tang Mo's hand has made a very obvious improvement.
It took almost half the time to prepare the flintlock gun to fire. Tang Mo once again loaded the paper-cased fixed-load ammunition, pushed the bolt again, and was ready to shoot.
"Bang!" Another gunshot echoed in the empty sky. Tang Mo waved his hand to help the baron disperse the gunpowder smoke that filled the surrounding air, and waited quietly for Baron Stella to speak.
“The box is good.” The Baron moved the musket pointed at Tang Mo, pointed at the sky, pulled the trigger, and fired the third shot.
As the sound of the gunfire gradually dispersed, amidst the barking of dogs, the Baron handed the musket in his hand to his guard, pointed to the servant holding the wooden box and said casually: "When you leave later, , just give him the gold coins.”
“Sir!” Tang Mo was reluctant and wanted to speak, but was stopped by Baron Stella's gesture.
The baron walked to the box containing the needle gun, looked at it carefully, and then said: "I won't charge you for the bullets I just gave you. This box is good, and I just use it to hold my fishing tackle. "
"It's getting late, I have to attend Viscount Hull's dinner party." He turned around and dismissed Tang Mo: "You can leave now."
This means that the time for this interview has arrived. The servant handed the box in his hand to another guard, then walked to Tang Mo's side and made a gesture of seeing off the guest.
Tang Mo forced out a smile, bowed slightly, and holding his new quick grab, he took two steps back, followed the servant, and walked towards the gate of the manor.
He knew that he had failed this time. Who would have thought... that he would actually meet a fool who bought a casket for a pearl?
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