Report to your majesty, the prince is courting death again

Although Zhan Cang was over fifty years old, he had been working as a blacksmith for many years, so his arms were very strong.

Xu An felt that he was as weak as an ant in his hands.

He was so scared that his heart almost jumped out of his throat. He was really afraid that this old guy would not be able to hold back and tear him to pieces on the spot.

"Uncle Zhan, calm down, calm down, you must calm down."

Xu An hurriedly said: "If you have any problems, just tell me. Let's be a little more civilized, civilized..."

"Civilized ass, solve the problem for me, I can call you grandpa."

Zhan Cang threw Xu An on the chair and pointed at the double guns on the table: "The bow, crossbow and sleeve arrows you designed are all fine, and they are very powerful. After our modification and processing, the power can directly threaten the masters of Xiaoyao Tianjing."

"But the flintlock is not good, the flintlock has problems."

"It's not your design problem, but the gunpowder problem."

Zhan Cang put his hands on Xu An's shoulders and roared: "The gunpowder in the military camp is not powerful now. The primer used as a propulsion seriously affects the speed of the bullet, which leads to the limited range of the bullet out of the barrel."

"Hurry up and tell me, do you have any way to modify the gunpowder?!"

Xu An was stunned, just for this?

Damn, just for this, you look like a murderer of your father?

This is just a small matter, okay!

Daqian now has gunpowder, but it has only been around for a short time and has not even been improved, let alone purified.

But this is not a problem for Xu An. If he can't make high explosives, can't he make powerful black gunpowder?

"There is a way, there is a way, Uncle Zhan, stop shaking, or someone will die."

Xu An said hurriedly. At this time, he was held in the air by Zhan Cang, kicking his hands and feet.

"Haha, I said you have a way!"

Zhan Cang threw Xu An on the table, grabbed a pen and paper and said, "Hurry up, come, get the formula for me, or I'll beat you to death."

Very well prepared...Xu An's mouth twitched suddenly, and he turned his head to look at Xu Xiao.

Xu Xiao's old face trembled, and he said, "Don't look at me, kid. This old thief cares more about weapons than his son. If you don't want to be beaten, write honestly!"

That's what he said, but Xu An clearly saw Xu Xiao shaking his head at him.

Xu An: "..."

Fuck you!

I pushed the problem to you, and you pushed it back to me, right?

"Uncle Zhan, to be honest, I do have a way, but I need time to experiment carefully."

The proportion of black gunpowder is not difficult. With raw materials such as saltpeter, sulfur, and activated carbon, Xu An can make it. After all, he once studied it specifically because of the needs of the project.

But it's not difficult for him, but it's hard to say for ancient people like Zhan Cang.

He gave the design of the flintlock rifle to Zhan Cang a few days ago, and he worked overtime for more than two days to make it, even at the cost of being injured.

It has to be said that this talent is rare!

But this gunpowder is much more dangerous than making a flintlock.

The most important thing is that Zhan Cang is in a bad state now.

Let him play with gunpowder, and if he is not careful, it is estimated that tens of thousands of people in the camp will be blown away.

"Three days, give me three days, I will give you the formula after I perfect it."

Seeing that Zhan Cang was about to get angry, Xu An raised his hand and swore: "I promise! Otherwise, if I give you an incomplete formula now, and something goes wrong, then I will be guilty."

"Okay, old man, my son said three days, so it's three days. You can come to my house again after three days."

Xu Xiao got up from the bed and threw the wine pot to Zhan Cang.

He has been enjoying basking in the sun and drinking fine wine in the yard these days. This little life is so comfortable.

Zhan Cang has long been attracted by the flintlock and has not been able to eat or sleep well. How can he have time to listen to the father and son singing the same tune?

But seeing Xu An closing his eyes and looking like he would never obey, he didn't want to force it too hard.

After struggling for a while, Zhan Cang could only compromise and left Xu An unhappily: "Okay, then I'll wait for three days. Boy, if you dare to lie to me after three days, I'll beat you until your butt is blooming!"

Haha, my butt is blooming now... Xu An rubbed his numb shoulders, nodded with a smile, and said: "Okay, you can come to me in three days, no, just find Xu Xiao."

"Hmph! Dare to lie to me, neither of you father and son can escape."

Zhan Cang raised his head and drank half a pot of wine. After thinking about it, he hung the wine pot on his waist, snorted coldly and turned to leave the Duke's Mansion.

"Hey, you old guy are too shameless, this is my treasured wine!"

Xu Xiao said angrily: "I just gave you a sip, who told you to take it away?"

Zhan Cang ignored him."This old guy has a really bad temper."

Xu Xiao cursed, and when he looked at Xu An, he immediately put on a flattering smile on his face: "Son, I just received news that your sister will soon arrive in the capital."

"Dad, I think of the killings in the past and feel ashamed of the people in the world, so Dad plans to go to Qingming Temple to worship Buddha sincerely to redeem his sins."

"The housekeeper will help you deal with the affairs of this mansion for a while!"

Worship Buddha?

You are afraid of your daughter, so you want to hide in the temple... Xu An's mouth twitched suddenly, and he said, "Dad, you are a soldier in the war, do you know how shameless it is to desert the battlefield?"

Xu Xiao glared at him and said, "Nonsense, when has your father ever deserted the battlefield in my life?"

"I am just sitting on the mountain watching the tigers fight. When you and your sister are done fighting, your father will come back."

"Okay, it's a happy decision."

After saying that, Xu Xiao shrank directly into the quilt, as if he had already decided and you didn't need to persuade him.

Xu An gritted his teeth. He also wanted to take Qingyi away from home. Relying on his knowledge of the afterlife, where can he not become a rich man who is as rich as a country?

But after thinking about it, he still held back. The old thief, the emperor, used the position of the county magistrate of Nancheng County to tie him down.

It was easy for him to leave. Not only was there no one to clean up the mess in Nancheng, but Zhan Peng and his group who were investigating the human trafficking case would probably be silenced by Que Ying.

"Forget it, isn't it just a woman? Why should I be afraid of him?"

Xu An looked up at the sky and said righteously: "I know five thousand years and five hundred years, but if I can't solve a woman, then I've been here for nothing!"

...

Nancheng, Qin Xiaohu's mansion.

Boom!

Que Ying kicked the coffee table in front of him to the ground, and the fruit plate and tea set on the table were scattered all over the floor.

"Xu An, I want you to die, I must die!"

Que Ying clenched his fists, his whole body trembling slightly with anger, his eyes red: "Qin Xiaohu, tell the Beidi people that if they want to get more women from this young master, then help me kill Xu An."

"Then, on the day of the transaction, secretly invite Xu An to come over for me."

"I want him to... die without a burial place!"