The General Tomb has changed its appearance and has become a brand new town.

At the center of the town are seventeen generals’ tombs. Outside is an abandoned factory, which has been transformed into a musket factory. On the outside are newly built houses. The east and west areas have been built, while the south and north areas are under construction.

At this time, the large workshop of the musket factory.

A thousand blacksmiths, all arrived.

They were divided into groups in twenty groups, each group followed their respective masters and were learning new skills.

“This part is not simple.

"Look, the heat should be old, the hammer should be lighter, like this..."

These masters were all trained by Bai Latte in the early stage. Although Bai Latte himself does not know how to make irons, Bai Latte has indeed studied it and has a theoretical basis. These masters are all old blacksmiths and have many years of experience. At present, these masters have mastered the forging techniques of muskets.

As for the 1,000 blacksmiths sent to the temple, the quality is mixed. Some are experienced, while others only beat iron for a few months, which belongs to raw melons and egg seeds.

But it doesn't matter.

The production process of muskets has been simplified as much as possible, and it takes some time. As long as the blacksmith is not too outrageous, it can always be taught.

The white latte was wandering around the workshop, watching the progress of the blacksmith apprentices.

Some blacksmiths are smart.

But there are some, they are really stupid!

"According to this progress, it will probably take two or three months to teach most of the blacksmiths."

...

The wasteland area is not large and the population is not large. Many things are not big at all, but they are also reflected in big news.

For example, many people know that white latte is training blacksmiths.

In the temple, several old bald men and General Ai gathered together.

"I heard that the white latte is training blacksmiths?"

"He has the leisure to eat and chew, how much resources does he consume in a day?"

"We gave it all."

"Does he have the confidence to stay those blacksmiths?"

Speaking of this, the people in the temple are a little confused.

One thousand blacksmiths did give white lattes. But that were one thousand living people, one thousand people with their hometowns, parents, wives and children. They were just sent to the General's Tomb for a year. When the time came, they would go back to their own houses and find their own mothers.

What's the result?

White Latte doesn’t hurry up and let them do their work, but instead asks them to do some training?

The bald priest smiled.

"Young people are a little stupid after all, ignorant, and don't know how to maximize their interests."

General Ai next to him shook his head and felt something was wrong.

That's a white latte, that kid is definitely not a fool.

...

After the morning training, the blacksmiths came to the cafeteria and started eating.

Every blacksmith had a very happy face.

When I came to the General’s Tomb, I really gained weight!

Their previous meals were pretty good, but they were really incomparable to the General's Tomb!

The canteen of General Tomb has good lighting, comfortable tables and chairs, and many dishes to choose from, each meal consists of meat and vegetables. At this time, the blacksmiths lined up and waited in front of the window for a meal.

"I really gained weight when I came here!"

"It's also very comfortable to live in. I heard that I can take my family over and eat in the cafeteria together."

"I was thinking, why don't you go back? Let's stay in the general's tomb in the future."

"It's hard to leave my hometown, my hometown is still..."

"What's your hometown? You eat radish at the hometown."

...

In the office.

White Latte looked at the monthly report.

Chen Fang no longer understands it.

" Raise these thousand blacksmiths, spend money like running water!

"Do we want to lower the standard slightly?"

White latte shook his head.

"No, don't lower it, keep it now.

“The supplies given by the temple have not been spent yet.

"Our goal is to keep all these thousand blacksmiths.

"Even with treatment, we need to attract more blacksmiths to the General's Tomb!

"You go and arrange it and promote our blacksmith treatment. If there are blacksmiths from other places who are willing to come, try to arrange it."

...

Time passes day by day.

The training of blacksmiths was carried out in an orderly manner.

The old captain of Tengjia Ercheng took Zhao Xueqing, Chen Lu, and a lot of people to the General Junzhong. He moved the chicken farm that was easy to move. The farmland was also being reclaimed. Some people went to help build and repair the house. There was an abandoned community north of the General Junzhong, which was currently under high intensity rest.

...

After the Musket Battalion Commander's hand was scrapped by a white latte, the Musket City was in chaos for a while.

Now, a new battalion commander has been selected and stabilized again.

In the office, the new musket battalion commander looked at the information.

"White Latte, are you going to compete with us for business?

"To develop a new rifle?"

Musket Four Cities is the largest revolver production base in the wasteland.

This time, more than 200 blacksmiths were transferred to the General's Tomb.

The new musket battalion commander scoffed.

"The current standard revolver has been studied bit by bit by bit by bit by generations.

"He's a white latte, he's thinking a little too much."

Moreover, the four cities of Musket are actually backed by an iron mine and have the advantages of raw materials. The general's tomb is completely worthy of the white latte.

...

A sunny afternoon.

Bai Latte brought a group of people and saw more than 500 rifles placed in front of him.

This is the first batch of rifles officially produced.

He eliminated the stupid blacksmiths who had not learned yet, and eliminated the failed works, and the first batch of finished products was 521.

The white latte picked up a pair of them. The slender gun body could also see the marks of the hammer being forged.

One rifle can hold ten rounds of bullets in the magazine.

Hold it up and see the sight.

Good feel.

"Very good, let's sell this first batch of goods.

"Sell it to most Nanshu."

...

In fact, the sales of this batch of guns is very difficult.

In Nanshudu, Bai Latte doesn’t know a few people at all.

It was the old battalion commander who recommended himself and took these guns to Dadu of Nanshu.

...

Compared with the Fujijia City, it is obvious that most of the nanmu trees are more prosperous.

The streets are filled with people and traffic.
To be continued...