Farmer of Shu Han

The loud bang knocked out everyone in the house.

Except for Amei who personally participated in making firecrackers, her face was still calm, and even Huang Yueying's face was full of surprise.

Then everyone watched Feng Junhou get up from the ground in a panic.

"This is... Chunlei?"

Huang Yueying walked over, with blank eyes, and asked a question.

Just now she was sitting safely in the room without looking outside, so she didn't know what happened.

The firecrackers were made by Feng Yong and Amei. Except for the two, the rest of the people in the venue had only heard that Feng Junhou had made something new, but they didn't expect such a noise.

"No, just set off a firecracker."

Feng Yong quickly explained.

Huang Yueying looked at Guan Ji who was taking back her defensive posture, and then looked around, but she didn't see any bamboo, only some scattered red confetti.

"Firecrackers? Why do firecrackers make such a noise?"

"Uh, this firecracker is not the usual kind of firecracker, it's..."

Feng Yong turned around and was about to point it out to Huang Yueying.

Unexpectedly, after seeing this, he was so frightened: "You put it down!"

Zhang Xingyi saw the whole process just now, and actually took a firecracker by himself while Feng Yong was talking to Huang Yueying.

At this time, imitating Feng Yong's appearance at the beginning, he stretched out the incense stick from a distance, wanting to get a lead.

fragrant?

Where is my incense? How did it get into the hands of this woman?

Only then did Feng Yong realize that his hands were empty.

This loud shout made Zhang Xingyi turn his head around in fright, and at the same time trembled his hands.

"Chi Chi..."

"Run, run!"

Feng Yong rushed over, pulled Zhang Xingyi up and ran away.

Guan Ji gained experience this time, so she protected Huang Yueying and took a few steps back.

Fortunately, when making firecrackers, the lead wires were lengthened for safety reasons.

There was a flash of light.

"boom!"

Confetti flying.

Amei and Li Mu were holding the baby, they didn't get orders, they didn't dare to come over, they could only watch from a distance in the room.

"Wow!"

This time the child was not able to cover his ears in time, so he burst into tears in fright.

Guan Ji heard the child's cry, gave Feng Yong a hard look, and walked quickly to see the child.

Feng Yong was a little baffled, and it wasn't me who did it.

It wasn't until someone poked at his waist that he realized that he had been protecting Zhang Xingyi and holding her half in his arms.

Feng Yong quickly let go of his hand.

Zhang Xingyi turned his back on everyone, raised his face, his eyes bent into crescents, gently pinched his waist, and then separated.

Feng Junhou felt guilty and glanced at Huang Yueying beside him.

Huang Yueying smiled, but didn't speak, and turned back to look at the child.

Feng Yong followed suit step by step.

A Chong in Li Mu's arms was crying loudly, but Shuang Shuang in A Mei's arms opened her mouth and giggled, drooling.

Guan Ji pressed Ah Chong from Li Mu's hand and patted it a few times.

Ah Chong was coaxed by his mother, and then he calmed down.

"Put the child in the back room, and it will be quiet inside. The ancestors of the Feng family have seen the child, so they won't blame him."

It was still Huang Yueying who was experienced in handling things and gave orders.

After a small episode, everyone's attention finally turned to the firecrackers.

"Bring that thing to me and have a look!"

The first one who couldn't hold back was actually Huang Yueying.

Zhang Xingyi ran over and brought another firecracker.

Huang Yueying's eyes were burning brightly, holding this thing over and over to look at it.

Finally handed it to Zhang Xingyi, "Go, try burning a few more."

Zhang Xing recalled the order and ran away excitedly.

"Ignite and run away immediately, pay attention to safety!"

Feng Yong reminded loudly from behind.

Guan Ji said, "I'll go and see her!"

Then ran away too.

Facing a group of women with violent genes, Feng Junhou has more than enough heart but not enough power.

Hearing the sound of bang bang bang, sparks flew everywhere, Huang Yueying's eyes also sparkled, and her face was glowing red.

I don't know if I was frozen or stimulated by the sparks and loud noise.

She asked in a low voice, "This kind of object is only small, but it has such power. Tell me, if it is made bigger..."

When Feng Junhou made firecrackers, he knew that such a day would come, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

It was just an explosion, and someone asked him that.

"Ma'am, this one is too big, if people get close to it, they will be injured if they die."

"really?!"

Huang Yueying was not surprised but delighted.

Feng Yong shrugged, "Of course it's true, but it doesn't have eyes. Not only will it kill others, but it will also kill yourself."

"And this thing is easy to get damp, and it's useless after it gets damp."

"Of course, if there is a way to put it under the city gate, it can also blow up the city gate."

Huang Yueying's eyes lit up again.

"It's just that the amount needed is a bit large. With the current situation of the big man, if you save for a few years, you should be able to save enough to blow up the city gate."

"However, if the engineering battalion were to smash it with a catapult, even the strongest city in the world would only be smashed in two or three months at most."

Huang Yueying: ...

For the production of black powder, the source of charcoal is not a problem, nor is the source of nitrate.

The source of sulfur is the big problem.

The purification of nitrate and sulfur is a big problem.

With the continuous development of Nanzhong, sporadic small sulfur mines have been discovered.

But it didn't help.

Because the road conditions are really bad.

And the amount is too small to be used in large-scale mining.

Black powder is not a high-power gunpowder produced industrially in later generations. Its power is inherently small. If you use it to blow up a small town, it is unnecessary.

Because the walls of the small town are basically very low, you can climb over it with just a ladder.

If the city wall is more dilapidated, people can climb over it without even using tools.

This is why once the big city was lost, the surrounding small towns followed suit and surrendered.

And if you use it to blow up the big city, if you want to get the power of a pack of explosives in the later generations, and replace it with black powder, then the calculation unit is the big truck.

This is still in the case of nitrate and sulfur to improve the purity.

But based on the current level of craftsmanship, Feng Junhou does not have any illusions if he wants to raise the purity of the two to a satisfactory level.

It's better to smash the city directly with a counterweight catapult, which is much more convenient than black powder.

The output is not enough, the purity is not enough, and it is useless except for making fireworks and playing with firecrackers.

It is always said that the ancients invented black gunpowder, which could only be used to play with fireworks.

Only now did Feng Yong realize that he had no choice but to not make progress.

He found that he had overlooked a fundamental problem before: the west developed gunpowder and exploded it all over the world, which was supported by the industrialization system.

And Feng Yong is now in the stage of quietly developing the handicraft industry.

The garbage power of black powder, the garbage output of steel, and the quality of garbage, the level of garbage produced by crafts...

The final thing made is probably not as good as the firearms of the late Ming Dynasty. It’s not good to blow up the enemy, but it’s refreshing to blow up the chamber and hurt one’s own people. What’s the use of this thing?

Huang Yueying looked at the two girls who were jumping up and down to hide from the firecrackers, with a look of disappointment on her face: "I see, it seems that I was thinking too much."

Feng Yong was a little surprised, he didn't expect Huang Yueying to accept his statement so quickly.

"Madam trusts me so much?"

If Huang Yueying didn't believe in herself and insisted on giving it a try, then he would be worried.

If the operation is not standardized and something goes wrong, the old demon Zhuge can cut himself alive.

Huang Yueying smiled.

"This thing is something from your teacher's school, right? I only mentioned it once, and you can say so many things. Presumably your teacher's school has already reached a conclusion."

"If there is enough quantity, it can be used once in a while by surprise."

Feng Yong made a concluding statement.

If there is a chance to pile tons of black powder under the enemy's city, or pile it to a specific location, and then attract the enemy to come over and bombard it, it is also a way.