Ancient paintings connect the present, I hoard goods to support the villain Wang

When Zhimo sent someone to put away the boxes of gold, silver and jewelry, he happened to meet Zhiren who was taking Gu Yehe to collect the reward money.

"Brother, did you get back what the prince wanted?"

Zhiren greeted Zhimo.

Gu Yehe beside him also politely bowed to Zhimo.

Zhimo nodded expressionlessly and glanced at Gu Yehe beside him.

Just now, Zhi Ren and Gu Yehe happened to pass by the room where gunpowder was stored. Zhi Mo also happened to see that Gu Yehe had been looking into the room and seemed to be very interested in those firearms.

"Scholar is also interested in gunpowder?"

Zhimo narrowed his eyes and asked in a cold voice.

Zhi Ren was a thick-skinned man and had no idea why his brother suddenly asked these questions.

Hearing his question, Gu Yehe seemed to be unaware of the problem and said bluntly:

"My parents are both deceased. I was adopted and raised by a Taoist master at a Taoist temple when I was young. I saw that the master also liked to use saltpeter when refining elixirs."

"That's why I'm particularly sensitive to the smell of saltpeter."

I really didn't expect that he had such an experience since childhood.

Speaking of gunpowder, Gu Yehe suddenly remembered that half a month ago, an earthquake occurred on a small hill near Qianshuo.

At that time, everyone thought that the dragon had escaped. Now, when Gu Yehe saw the heavy gunpowder in the Xiao family’s military camp, he asked about it curiously.

Zhi Ren, a simple-minded man, was about to reply when he was stopped by Zhi Mo.

"This is not your place to ask. After receiving the reward, leave the barracks immediately."

Zhimo was very alert, fearing that Gu Yehe was sent by some force to inquire about the news, and didn't want to say anything more to him.

"I can also make gunpowder. Although it's not as powerful as the firearms in your army, it's enough to kill people."

As he spoke, Gu Yehe took out two small metal balls from the cloth bag he was carrying.

"Is this... a smoke bomb?"

The knowledgeable Zhimo recognized it instantly.

"No, I call it a thunder bomb!"

Gu Yehe spread out his palms and handed the two small balls in his hands to Zhiren and Zhimo, asking them to take a closer look.

The man holding the blade found it strange and reached out to take it.

Zhimo was very cautious and only took it after seeing that his younger brother was fine after taking it.

He had never heard of such a thing as a thunder bomb, but it did look very similar to the smoke bombs their secret guards used when escaping.

Seeing that they were all curious about this thing, Gu Yehe bowed and said:

"Could you please find me an open space? I'll show you around."

Zhiren's interest was aroused, and he rubbed Zhimo to find out what was going on.

"Brother, let's let this scholar demonstrate it and see how powerful this thing is!"

Zhimo glared at him, thinking that his younger brother was very useless.

"You come with us."

He said this coldly and led Gu Yehe towards the martial arts training ground.

This is the only empty place in the entire Xiao family army.

When they arrived at the martial arts training ground, in order to show them the power of his thunder bomb, Gu Yehe specially asked them for the scarecrow that the soldiers usually used for training.

He just took the thunder bomb and threw it lightly at the scarecrow.

In an instant, everyone heard a "bang" and the entire scarecrow was blown to pieces.

The straw instantly broke into pieces and scattered on the snow.

Zhi Ren was already stunned.

He never thought that such a small gadget could be so powerful!

The corner of Zhimo's mouth curled up slightly. If this thing was really made by the scholar himself, then he was also a master of hidden weapons who should not be underestimated.

"Gu Xiucai, if you have such abilities, why do you still need to take the imperial examination?"

Zhimo felt that he could make a fortune from this, or travel around the world and establish his own sect.

"As I just said, I was adopted and raised by a Taoist master when I was young."

"These skills were all taught by my master, but he didn't allow me to make a living with them. He also kept them hidden from me for many years."

"Without these skills, I would just be an ordinary farmer."

Gu Yehe said modestly.

He was really wronged. He never thought of showing off in front of the leaders of the Xiao family army. He just didn't expect that there was gunpowder in the army. He was inspired and showed his unique skills.

"Do you still have this?"

Zhimo thought that this thing could be shown to the prince and could be produced in large quantities for use.

This type of small-area, low-power blasting device is most suitable for soldiers to carry with them in case of emergency.

"Of course there is, but the raw materials for making this thing are very expensive, and refining saltpeter is also very difficult."

"I only have three left here, I'll give them all to you."

As he spoke, he took out three identical small balls from his bag.

After finishing the work, Zhi Mo raised his eyebrows and handed him a bag of silver.

“We won’t take this thing for nothing.

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

Zhi Ren knew that he was going to inform the prince about this matter, so he didn't think much about it and continued to see Gu Yehe off.

"Gu Xiucai, your thunder bomb is really good. My brother and I like it very much. If the prince likes it too, our Xiao family army will invite you to come over and make weapons specifically for us."

Zhi Ren also did not forget to explain the situation to him so that he could be mentally prepared.

Gu Yehe did not seem very happy when he heard Zhiren's words.

"I still want to study hard and strive to enter the court as an official as soon as possible."

"Fiddling with these things can only provide a temporary solution to hunger and thirst, but it's not a long-term solution."

Zhi Ren felt that he fully agreed with what he said.

I feel that he is a man with ideals and ambitions, very similar to their prince.

*

In Xiao Jingyan's room.

Zhimo showed him the thunder bomb and told him what he had just seen and heard.

"Can this thing really blow up a scarecrow as tall as a person?"

Xiao Jingyan never thought that someone in the Great Yong Dynasty could invent such a magical thing.

"Your Highness, please move to the training ground. I will demonstrate it to you."

Zhi Mo said this with a bow, and made a "please" gesture as he spoke.

Xiao Jingyan found it interesting and went with him. Before leaving, he did not forget to take his cell phone with him. If it was really as magical as he said, he would definitely record it and send it to Shi Xi.

Although he had prepared himself mentally, Xiao Jingyan was still shocked when he saw a scarecrow as tall as a person being blown up.

In the smoke, looking at the scattered straw, Xiao Jingyan couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

In the heavy snow, the smoke from the thunder bomb rose up, as hazy as a fairyland.

As for the snow, it has been falling for two or three days and has not stopped.

"Your Majesty, do you think we should hire Gu Yehe to help our Xiao family army make this thunder bomb?"

Zhimo asked with concern.

Xiao Jingyan waved his hand and said, "Don't worry. I want to show this to the fairy and hear what she has to say."

He thought, maybe he could buy it from Shi Xi.

Having her do the purchasing saves a lot of costs compared to making it themselves.

"That's fine too."

Zhimo obeyed Xiao Jingyan's arrangements in everything.

"By the way, have you found the embroiderer I asked you to look for?"

Xiao Jingyan remembered that Shi Xi was going to send them cotton and cloth so that they could make clothes.

"Your Highness, we have posted the notice, but no one has signed up yet."

"It will probably take a few days."

What Zhimo said doesn't make sense. It's impossible to post a recruitment information today and have someone come for an interview tomorrow.

Xiao Jingyan didn't say anything else. He played with the thunder bomb in his hand, as if thinking about something.