I build nuclear bombs in the giant world

Ian got up early in the morning and went to the feeding shed to forage the cattle and sheep.

At dawn, he held a pitchfork and a straw hat and walked on the stone road.

His job is simple, feeding and cleaning.

They feed them three times a day, and then clean up the excrement of the cattle and sheep into piles and expose them to the sun outside.

Today he finished his work quickly and quietly went to look for the white powder Asuka mentioned.

Sure enough, there were powders on the walls and toilets, which seemed to be metabolized by bacteria and plants.

He held a small cup, hit the stone with a wooden stick, and scraped off the white powder with a knife, collecting only a little bit.

At present, he just wants to verify whether the formula of this gunpowder is correct.

In order to prevent himself from forgetting or misremembering, he had used a knife to carve the formula and steps Asuka said on his bed board. He used words from his previous life that no one in this world should be able to understand.

There was no way to get sulfur yet, but charcoal was very simple. The recipe called for willow charcoal, and there was a lot of willow firewood in the kitchen. He took advantage of his morning break to go into the kitchen alone and picked up a few small pieces. Charcoal taken away.

No one would notice it. If a sausage was lost, the butler might call people in for questioning, but no one would pay attention to the charcoal.

The most troublesome thing is sulfur. He has seen sulfur before, which is a kind of traditional Chinese medicine.

He rummaged through the kitchen and couldn't find anything that looked like sulfur. As for mineral extraction, let alone mineral extraction, it was difficult for him to have that condition for the time being.

The most convenient way is of course to buy it. There should be something for sale in the town. There are guns and gunpowder in this world, so sulfur should not be difficult to get.

But here's the problem, he can't leave the farm, and even if he does, he won't have any money in his pocket.

All in all, he first dug a hole and hid the saltpeter powder and charcoal, and continued to think about how to get sulfur.

The housekeeper will take people to purchase daily necessities on the farm about once every seven days, and sell the farm's products to the town. However, the housekeeper does not go there in person every time. In the past four years, there have been several times when the housekeeper was unwell. , let the chef do the work and rest on the farm.

Maybe you can find a way to make the housekeeper sick, such as diarrhea or something, and then offer to go to the town to help.

He has lived on the farm for four years. He has been calm and obedient for four years, so he should have the most basic trust.

He just planned to get a little bit of sulfur, and didn't plan to run away. He wanted to gain trust first, and then he could go to the town often to buy things.

I'm sorry, Mr. Butler, I didn't mean to do that.

He was planning to get something into the butler's food. There were still three days before the next purchase. He was walking on the grass while thinking about countermeasures.

As for Histria, he didn't plan to have too much contact with her.

That was too dangerous. Histria could be said to be the center of the whirlpool. As a powerless slave, once he was involved in the whirlpool, he would easily die without a burial place.

The best way is to stay away. The child can survive safely. Because Lord Leith is afraid of becoming the ancestor, he will ask Kenny to keep his youngest daughter's life.

But Ian can't. His future fate is most likely to be wiped out by the military police.

He is too weak and has nothing, but he doesn't want to die. He has only enjoyed ten years of life and finally has a healthy body. He must live!

To this end, he will try his best.

For three days, he worked peacefully as usual and did not see Asuka in his dreams.

It is rare to see the mistress in the farm, but Histria is very active. She often runs around in the pasture. The housekeeper teaches her to read and write. Ian tries to avoid the lively child.

The night before the day of purchase finally arrived, Ian added rotten lemon leaves to the butler's glass of wheat wine. Three days ago, he hid a bowl of stew and soaked the lemon leaves in the stew soup. .

Summer food spoils quickly. On the second day, the stew had an unpleasant rancid smell. By the third day, it was already foul-smelling. When he picked out the lemon leaf, he pinched his nose.

The lemon leaf was soaked and changed color, but fortunately it was not visible when placed in the wheat wine.

In order to prevent odor, he soaked it in the wine he saved beforehand, used alcohol to remove the smell, and then put several fresh lemon leaves on it.

The butler didn't notice anything unusual and drank the wine as usual in front of Ian.

Then the next day, as expected, he did not show up at the purchasing carriage.

Only the cook and a few other footmen were packing the boxes, loading the produce into boxes and loading them onto the carriage, ready to go out.

"Is the housekeeper not here?" Ian asked, pretending to be passing by by chance.

"He's sick, so we're the only ones going today," the chef said.

"Is there enough manpower?" Ian put down the pitchfork: "I just finished the work. If necessary, I can go with you."

"What's the matter, do you want to visit the town?" The chef smiled.

"Hey." Ian scratched his head.

"Come up here, it's not just for fun. Don't be tired of moving things." The chef waved.

"Okay!" Ian expressed the child's excitement very well.

He put down his pitchfork, helped move the stuff, and piled into the carriage.

"Don't run around when you go to town, or you might get lost," the chef warned.

"Don't worry, I will follow you!"

The chef swung the reins, and the horse's hooves stepped on the dirt, pulling the cart forward.

Soon we arrived in a small town, a typical European-style town with stone houses everywhere and soldiers standing guard at the door.

The carriage was tied outside the market, leaving one person to watch. Ian took the initiative to follow him into the market. It was a lively place full of vendors and merchants, selling spices, cloths, vegetables, meat and other sundries.

They moved the load of vegetables to the consignee and got a sum of money.

"I'll give you the pocket money to buy some candies, but don't tell the butler." The chef quietly put a silver coin into Ian's hand.

"Thank you." Ian nodded to the chef's beard.

Then they started to buy things. Because there was a new owner, they had to buy more things this time. In addition to the daily processed food, they also bought fine cloth and cotton.

Ian saw sulfur at the spice stall. After moving his things, he sneaked away for a while on the excuse of going to the toilet. He went to the vendor and bought a small piece wrapped in cloth. With some money left, he bought a Pack of maltose.

"What did you buy?" the chef asked quietly on the way back.

Ian didn't say anything, but just gave him a piece of maltose.

After the materials are collected, the next step is verification.

If gunpowder is really made, it means that it is not his dream.

He began to look forward to it. If he could make gunpowder today, what could he make in the future?

But I don’t know if I can have such a dream again. Maybe it was just a coincidence. Who knows.