After fetal transfusion: Huang Ama, your royal mausoleum has been stolen

Xirui naturally did not expect that her elder brother could digest all the information she gave so quickly and even take the opportunity to turn the tables on her.

Of course, she knew a lot of things that were more powerful than this rifle, but could she just take them out casually?

Once those weapons that are completely inconsistent with the current development situation come out, what will happen next will no longer be controllable.

She wants her people to work hard to become stronger, but she doesn't want to destroy the world yet.

What's more, she couldn't get the drawings and raw materials of those weapons even if she wanted to.

It was when she was looking through the firearms blueprints that she discovered that there were strict confidentiality measures regarding large or highly dangerous weapons of great destructive power in the system mall.

Judging from the small world she lives in, it is simply a pipe dream to fulfill the requirements of the confidentiality regulations.

It's good enough to be able to make some simple small muskets to use, how can you want something more powerful?

Don't expand your appetite and then choke yourself to death.

Therefore, when faced with Yinzhi's unreasonable demands, Xirui simply rolled his eyes at him.

"No, what do you mean? Are there any more powerful firearms?" Yinzhi became anxious when he saw that Xirui didn't seem to want to tell him about more powerful firearms.

"Didn't you say you wanted us to work hard to become stronger? The three thousand soldiers in my Fire Gun Battalion are all looking forward to having more fire guns and equipment?"

In order to get more good things from Xirui, Yinzhi was willing to give up his face.

All kinds of sweet words of coaxing and persuading are freely given.

To be honest, he never took so much trouble even when facing Kangxi.

This can be regarded as his sincere service to the people.

But Xirui was determined and refused to give in no matter how he tried to persuade her.

This made Yinzhi quite frustrated.

"Brother, you are doing this for the peace of our Qing Dynasty. If you know of any good things, why do you hide them and refuse to bring them out? Don't you think that brother can't give you more benefits than the emperor?"

"Don't worry. When I write the petition, my elder brother will not take credit for your contribution." Seeing that the carriage was about to drive into the Huang family's gate, Yinzhi made one last effort without giving up.

"The power of this 28-shot rapid-fire rifle is already quite powerful. Looking at the neighboring countries, there are few that can compare with it. What are you dissatisfied with, brother?" Xirui looked back at him and said.

"You should know that you can't chew too much. The current firearms are enough, why do you have to pursue something more powerful?"

If they have the ability to improve the existing firearms to produce more powerful ones, Xirui will naturally respect them as "great talents".

But they can't just think about picking up ready-made things from her.

As the saying goes, it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. This did not meet Xirui's expectations.

Yinzhi murmured quietly, "Who wouldn't be happy if there was someone more powerful?"

Xirui did hear it, but ignored him and said, "Firearms are rare. I don't know if I can think of more powerful ones." Then he got off the carriage first.

She was really afraid of Yinzhi's trickery, so she didn't say it all at once.

Otherwise, he might not let her go right now.

If he followed up with more questions, Xirui would be really annoyed.

Although her current statement was ambiguous, it did leave some room for maneuver.

Yinzhi thought that there was hope and was secretly happy. He didn't need to ask about the whole matter right away.

He thought to himself: If there is something good, Xiaoqi will not hide it and not bring it out.

Just like the cargo ships and muskets before.

Xiao Qi, like them, hopes that the Qing Dynasty will become more powerful.

……

Today I was out running all day again.

Xirui was so tired that she wanted to stay in bed as soon as she got home.

In particular, his old waist, which had been tortured by sitting in a carriage all day, was clamoring to go on strike.

As soon as Xirui returned to his courtyard, he hurriedly asked someone to bring him water to wash.

After she washed off the dust and fatigue on her body, she leaned on the couch and ordered, "Send someone out to inform them later that I will not be going out for dinner with everyone."

She just ate a few bites in the house.

Right now, she wanted to have a good sleep more than eating.

Qingque knew about this not-so-small problem of his master. If he sat in a carriage for a long time, he would easily feel uncomfortable all over.

When I heard Xirui's instructions, I knew she was feeling upset again.

After he agreed lightly, he led everyone in the room to retreat quietly.

It leaves Xirui with a comfortable and quiet resting space.

She slept until it was dark outside.

Fortunately, the kitchen received the message and prepared everything early in the morning, and soon some easily digestible food was served.

Let Xirui fill it up, and you won’t feel the empty rumbling in your stomach anymore.

"Don't call me tomorrow morning. I need to have a good rest." After finishing his meal, Xirui yawned again and said before going to bed.

Anyway, she has visited several important places, so she plans to rest at home for a day tomorrow.

It's also a good way to nourish your spirit.

Qingque readily agreed, and the next day he let Xirui sleep until noon.

On this day, she really did as planned and did not run out again.

He simply moved a rocking chair to the fish pond in the mansion and brought a few older children from Yinzhi's family to go fishing with him.

Listening to them chattering about the delicious food and beautiful scenery here, Xirui silently planned in his mind that when he had free time, he would go and experience the beauty of Suzhou.

Hongyu, the son of Yinzhi, is the only boy in the mansion who has reached the age of primary education. It is a rare opportunity for him to be called by Xirui and to skip a day of school. He is like a bird returning to the forest, and his talkativeness can be described as noisy.

This really made Xirui sigh at the power of genes.

"Hongyu, my aunt wants to ask you, do you spend much time with your father on weekdays?" His eloquence is exactly the same as Yinzhi's.

Xirui couldn't help but think in a trance, could it be that this child was raised by Yinzhi alone?

Hongyu didn't mind that his uncle would suddenly ask him such a question, but as a child, he was honest and answered Xirui's question. "My father often plays with me. He said that I want to be a Baturu like him in the future."

Okay, the truth is out.

Now there is nothing Xirui doesn't understand.

It is definitely Yinzhi's fault.

But facing the admiring look in the child's eyes, Xirui had to follow his lead and praise him a few more times.

It is understandable that children worship their fathers.