In the autumn of the forty-sixth year of Wanli, the battle of Saarhu was imminent.
In a health center in North Zhili, craftsman Chen Daniu offended his boss and was ordered to repair a heavy three-bow crossbow from the Song Dynasty that had been abandoned for 20 years within a month. If it is overdue, the whole family will be distributed.
No one thought he could do it.
Until the giant crossbow let out a thunderous roar, and the target shattered eight hundred steps away.
A soul from more than four hundred years later, with a complete knowledge system of modern craftsmanship, began to influence the fate of an empire from this moment on.
Improved iron-making furnaces, standardized production, granular gunpowder, light field guns... He made Ming Dynasty's firearms ahead of an era.
But technology cannot change people's hearts, nor can it change a dynasty that is about to collapse.
When bandits are everywhere, when Liaodong is at war, when the capital city is about to fall——
He chose to go south with his fire.
Not for the prosperity of a family, but for the skills that should not be lost, and for the confidence of a nation to stand up again.
"I Made Guns in the Ming Dynasty": How a craftsman can pass on technological civilization from generation to generation in troubled times.
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