Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

Chapter 1500: Alcohol Completed, Heading to the Capital

The two men were taken aback when they heard this, wondering who their employer thought they were looking down on. They knew that they used to be the best swordsmen in Seoul.

“Master, we were swordsmiths before. Rest assured, with your fine iron, the swords we forge will surely amaze you.”

Chu Chen smiled and nodded: "Alright, take this piece of iron and forge me an unparalleled divine weapon."

After listening, the two took the iron from Chu Chen and headed straight for the blacksmith's forge.

After arranging these things, Chu Chen went straight back to the courtyard.

Ten days later, when Chu Chen returned to the suburban courtyard, his eyes gleamed with fervor as he looked at the pile of parts on the table.

This pile of parts, in other people's hands, is just a pile of parts, but in Chu Chen's hands, it becomes a pistol that can be fired.

Chu Chen looked at the pile of things and immediately called Tito out, then began to assemble them.

A moment later, a hand-rubbed pistol was placed in front of him.

In Chu Chen's mind, if you're going to do something, you should do the best. Flintlock guns and the like have slow reloading times, so they're not very useful for one person.

Therefore, a fully automatic pistol is the weapon I need.

Next, he picked up the spent cartridge cases and bullets, loaded a round directly into the barrel, and after finding it fit perfectly, he pulled out a bunch of things from his bag.

First is the primer, which he made before. It was obtained by mixing mercury and nitric acid used by Taoist alchemists, adding ethanol, and heating it. This was the early primer.

He made the primers into small pieces, stuffed them into the back of the bullet, then wrapped them with a thin iron cap, filled the bullet casing with gunpowder, and pressed in the bullet head to obtain a bullet.

Half an hour later, Chu Chen had over a hundred bullets in his hand.

He wrapped the pistol and bullets in a cloth, left the yard, and headed towards the distant mountains.

He deftly loaded the bullet into the magazine and cocked it with a click.

Chu Chen secured the pistol with a stone, tied a rope to the trigger, and then pulled it, producing a loud "bang".

Upon seeing this, Chu Chen immediately rushed towards the pistol and found that it was unusually stable.

This greatly boosted his confidence.

After firing another eight-round magazine with the rope, Chu Chen smiled slightly and started using his hands.

An hour later, Chu Chen emptied his magazine of over a hundred bullets down to one magazine and collected all the spent cartridges before turning back into the courtyard.

The people inside the courtyard also heard the sound of gunfire outside, but they chose not to ask. That was the owner's business, and they had no right to ask.

"Uncle Tie, come here... Hahaha, make me ten more sets of those parts from before, and those round shells too."

Chu Chen excitedly said, tossing him a ten-tael silver ingot: "If you do it well, there will be a reward."

Seeing his employer so happy, Tito figured it must be related to the noise he had just heard. So he thanked him profusely, accepted the money, and went back to work.

At this moment, the two brothers, Tiandi and Didi, also came to Chu Chen with their forged longswords.

Chu Chen was also generous, giving each of them one tael of silver.

After doing all that, Chu Chen picked up the long knife and the pistol, then picked up a piece of iron, and returned to the small courtyard in Hancheng.

My liquor business is thriving, and the production of alcohol is in full swing.

Once the alcohol is made, I'll have to make a trip to the capital.

For no other reason than to confirm Dong Shilan's identity, and also to make more weapons for himself, he directly gave her the first batch of refined iron that came out.

Actually, this isn't a gift; it's a business deal.

If she allows or purchases his own refined iron, he can legitimately produce more steel, and then he can make all kinds of weapons based on his memory.

Even if she wanted to destroy such a good thing, with a pistol in hand and the skills she had honed over the years, escaping should be no problem.

Only then can we achieve true safety and peace of mind.

The next day, Chu Chen went directly to the distillery to inquire about Pang Hu's alcohol production.

"Brother Chen, we'll have enough for 10,000 jin by tomorrow."

"Okay, Fat Tiger, you've worked hard. Someone will come to pick it up later. After you're done, you can continue producing alcohol."

Fat Tiger chuckled: "What's so hard about it? We're just doing the work."

"Following Brother Chen, you'll have plenty to eat and drink, and money to spend. You can even go to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion at night, so don't worry."

Hearing Pang Hu's words, Chu Chen was momentarily taken aback. This kid must already be a regular at the Hundred Flowers Pavilion. He wondered if his parents would talk about him if they found out.

The next day, Chu Chen contacted Luo Wang directly, saying that the goods they wanted were ready.

Luo Wang was overjoyed upon hearing this and immediately made the arrangements.

Soon after, a squad of over a hundred soldiers arrived outside the distillery.

Behind them, twenty horse-drawn carriages were being towed.

The carriages all had carriages, and as Chu Chen had requested, the carriages were filled with soft materials such as straw.

It's to prevent the alcohol jar from breaking due to bumps on the road.

Luo Wang excitedly directed his men to load jars of alcohol, sealed with mud and wax, onto the truck. They worked until late into the night before the group was fully prepared to depart for the capital the next day.

“Mr. Chu, we can set off tomorrow. General Tang invited you to the capital to meet His Majesty. We ask that you come with us to ensure your safety.”

Chu Chen nodded after listening and went straight back to the courtyard.

He instructed Niu Zi to prepare a sturdy carriage, and at night, he took a cloth bag and entered the carriage.

They shoved a pistol, five loaded magazines, and two steel knives directly into the back seat.

The next morning, he also had a pistol and five magazines strapped to his waist, and another pistol and several magazines strapped to his leg.

Bullets were everywhere—in pockets, inside the carriage.

He knew that, in order to avoid attracting the attention of spies from other countries, Luo Wang and his men would not appear as soldiers tomorrow, but would instead disguise themselves as a merchant caravan.

Although they might encounter some bandits, the bandits were generally no match for the soldiers, and they were not afraid.

However, if they were to escort so many carriages to the capital as soldiers, it would certainly attract the attention of spies from other countries. They numbered only a hundred, and if the spies were to cause trouble, it would be extremely dangerous.

That's why Chu Chen hid so many weapons inside the carriage.

The next day, at Luo Wang's command, Chu Chen climbed onto the carriage and walked in the middle, while Gou Shengzi drove the carriage slowly towards the capital.