Quenching in the Ming Dynasty: National Craftsman Zhao Shizhen

[History] + [Technical Flow] + [Ming Dynasty] + [Military War] + [March and Officialdom] + [Hard Core Technology] + [Character Growth] + [Tragedy Core] + [Cold and Hot-Blooded] + [Da Ming Firearms] In the 20th year of Wanli, Zhao Shizhen was still a small civil servant in Beijing who was obsessed with "strange skills and obscene skills". Until the report of the Korean war came - the Ming army's muskets exploded ten times and three times, leaving blood and flesh flying everywhere; but the Japanese iron cannons were invincible. At that moment, he smashed the imperial inkstone and burned all the poems he was proud of. All the officials ridiculed him: "It is an insult to civilized officials to make guns!" The craftsman laughed at him: "You can talk about war on paper, but what do you know about forging iron?" The Ministry of Industry suppressed him: "Our ancestors established the law, how can we allow unauthorized modification?" Even his most respected teacher lamented that he had "destructed his own future." Only Su Yanqiu, the woman who was redeemed from the Jiaofangsi, silently studied ink for him late at night while he was drawing all night long: "Suizhi, I believe you can make a gun that doesn't explode." From imitation of Rumi gun to self-made Thunder gun; From improving the Folan machine to conceiving the vehicle and artillery battalion. The "Artifact Manual" he held in his hand shocked the capital. The old Qi family army regarded him as a brother, and Emperor Wanli personally inscribed it as "The Qiancheng of the Country". But he knew clearly that the real enemy was not in Liaodong, but in the rotten Ministry of Industry that swallowed up the efforts of countless craftsmen; not in the battlefield, but in the sparks that flew during every forging, and in the sulfur of every dollar that was withheld. He wants to temper this dying dynasty. Even if what he forged in the end was a sword that stabbed him.