Some knowledge, if no one can figure it out, you may not know what it is despite all the hard work, but once you figure it out, it is not that strange: for example, the formula of gunpowder.

Just use the simplest formula "One nitrate, two sulfur and three charcoal, add some sugar to the big Ivan". The soil nitrate, sulfur, and charcoal are mixed with the copper scale of sixteen liang per kilogram in this era, which is 16:2:3.

Proportion.

The purpose of adding sugar is to increase the gas production during combustion. This gunpowder ratio explodes in a confined space, which is comparable to an indoor miniature nuclear bomb. I am afraid that even executives like Yunyang and Si Cao cannot withstand it.

Sulfur is available in medical clinics.

Charcoal is also easy to make.

The so-called soil saltpeter, whose scientific name is potassium nitrate, is actually the wall frost on the surface of the earthen wall. When ancient people made fireworks and firecrackers, they got the soil saltpeter by "digging out the roots of the wall."

Nowadays, there are still a lot of houses built with bricks and earth in Luo City, and the old impression is that the walls are covered with frost everywhere.

Instead of going to the Liu family, it would be better to find traces of the secret recipe for firearms that the Military Intelligence Department of the Jing Dynasty had worked so hard to find!

Even if there are all kinds of drawings of muzzleloaders, how difficult is it for the traces? A muzzleloader consists of a front chamber, a medicine chamber and a breech. From small handguns to large city gate cannons, the traces are clear

One or two...

But the most important thing is that after Chen Ji came here, every time he met people like Yunyang, Jiaotu, and Si Cao, he was always controlled by others, just because he had no ability to resist.

But now he has it.

The next moment, someone interrupted Chen Ji's thinking: "May I ask you three, what works do you have? Why didn't you say anything?"

Liu Quxing and She Dengke looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what to do. After all, this was a literary society, and it was really inappropriate to just come and eat and drink without having any works of their own.

However, Chen Ji suddenly showed a smile and said: "We just took the invitation from the royal family to the medical clinic to eat and drink. We are not good at this, so everyone has fun and we say goodbye. Senior Brother She, Senior Brother Liu, please listen to the waiter from the restaurant opposite the medical hospital.

Brother Zhang said, there is a Mu Xinzhai noodles shop on Zhenghe Street next door that makes very good noodles, I’ll treat you to some."

After that, he turned around and left without any embarrassment. If he could, he would do it, and if he couldn't, he wouldn't. There was no need to show off for the sake of face.

Everyone has their own specialization in art. You know art, and I know art... My art may be able to send away your art.

Chen Wenzong and Chen Wenxiao looked at Chen Ji's back calmly and contentedly. While chatting and joking with their friends, they seemed not to be affected by the literary society at all, nor did they take what happened just now to heart.

He suddenly felt that Chen Ji was not speaking out of anger, but that he really had never thought about returning to the Chen family.

But isn’t the tall and bright lintel of the Chen family something that everyone yearns for? How could anyone take the initiative to give it up?

During the dinner, Princess Baili looked at the prince: "Brother, did you invite him here?"

"No," the prince shook his head: "I don't remember sending an invitation to the hospital... but it's not important!"

Princess Baili thought for a moment and suddenly stood up: "It's not interesting here, I'll go for a walk!"

The prince looked at his sister's back and hesitated to speak: "You..."

…

…

On the way back.

"Senior Brother She, why are you standing up for me?" Chen Ji asked curiously.

She Dengke was walking on the road, but his tall figure looked less burly because he lowered his head. He whispered: "I almost hurt you yesterday. I'm sorry, I was dizzy at the time. Our two-year friendship has been destroyed by me.

It’s ruined, I deserve to die.”

Chen Ji asked again: "Were you just trying to save Chunhua's life?"

"She also has selfish motives. Chunhua said that if this thing is done, she will ask Concubine Jing to betroth her to me, so that we can live in peace from now on."

Liu Quxing sarcastically said: "You believe whatever Chunhua says. Your family is so poor, how could she give up the glory and wealth of the palace to be with you?"

She Dengke retorted: "She is not that kind of person...Chen Ji, can you please don't tell my brother and my father about this? If they find out, they will definitely beat me to death."

"Don't worry, it won't happen," Chen Ji said with a smile.

Liu Quxing on the side was a little annoyed: "I don't know what my father thought of giving me this name. I really don't live up to expectations. Wen Quxing has descended to earth, so why can't I understand the meaning of those scriptures? Now when I go out to introduce myself, I feel a bit awkward.

I'm sorry to mention my name."

To be a farmer in the morning and to ascend to the Emperor's Hall in the evening was the biggest dream of scholars in the Ning Dynasty.

But this is no old dream.

What is his dream? His dream was to be a diplomatic attaché, but neither Ning Chao nor Jing Chao were worthy of his life, so he has no dreams now.

There is no one I want to protect, no place I want to protect, I can only protect myself reluctantly, being pushed away by the torrent of this era.

Today, the two words gunpowder and sword have a fatal attraction for him.

When these two things are put on the balance, perhaps the balance of fate will tilt towards him.

Just as he was thinking about it, someone behind him shouted: "Chen Ji!"

Chen Ji looked back, only to see Princess Baili chasing after her. She was still dressed in a heroic manner, with the same white clothes and red pendant.

However, today, she wore a silver bun on her head, and under the bun was a circle of pearls, making her walk unsteadily.

Chen Ji asked in confusion: "Is there something wrong, Princess?"

Bai Li didn't say the reason, but just waved his hand: "Let's go, I invite you to go to Zhenghe Street for dinner, and eat the noodles you mentioned!"

Having said that, Bai Li led the way with his hands behind his back, tiptoeing on tiptoe in a triumphant manner. Looking at Chen Ji, he only felt that the other person was like a free antelope.

The three brothers looked at each other, and Chen Ji suddenly said: "You go first, I will go back to the hospital and call Liang Maoer..."

Two-quarters of an hour later, in the knife noodle shop, Princess Bai Li put her arms on the table to support her chin, staring dumbfounded at the high piles of dishes in front of Liang Maoer: "Five bowls, six bowls, seven bowls... traces

, you are too useless!"

Chen Ji looked at Liang Maoer with a smile: "If you are full tonight, don't eat so much tomorrow morning."

Liang Maoer looked at Bai Li cautiously: "Princess Princess...am I too edible?"

Chen Ji said solemnly: "The princess is chivalrous and we are all children of the world. How can we think you eat too much?"

"It's okay, it's okay, a bowl of noodles only costs a few bucks!" Bai Li took out his wallet with a sad face: "But you are so good at eating... No wonder everyone was drinking last night, and you were the only one eating like crazy."

Liang Maoer explained awkwardly: "I don't know why, but I have been eating it since I was a child. My brother was ten when I was three, but I ended up eating more than him."

Bai Li no longer cares about this matter. Since it is a treat, he should treat it generously.

After she paid for the meal, she turned to look at Chen Ji and asked curiously: "They said that about you at the cultural gathering earlier, why weren't you angry?"

"There's nothing to be angry about."

"Then I've spoken for you, can you not charge me tolls in the future?"

"no."

Bai Li was angry: "I will never speak for you again, and I will let them scold you!"

Chen Ji smiled and said, "They can say whatever they want, but time will tell everything."

Liu Quxing on the side suddenly said: "Chen Ji, actually you can write poetry, I have seen you."

"Huh?" Chen Ji was stunned for a moment.

Liu Quxing whispered: "I saw that when you were secretly studying in the middle of the night, you were making excerpts on the back of the prescription, so I took it while you were sleeping to see what you had excerpted, and ended up reading half a sentence of the poem."

Bai Li was confused: "What did you write?"

"People walking between heaven and earth are suddenly like travelers from afar."

Bai Li only felt that after reading this half of the poem, she felt as if she was walking alone in the snow-capped mountains, shrouded in dusk, and feeling extremely lonely.

That day Chen Ji woke up from dusk. People were coming and going on the street, but he didn't wait for his family. He wrote a scrawled poem at night, but Liu Quxing saw it.

Bai Li slowly looked at Chen Ji: "This is you..."

Before she could speak, she poked her head out from behind and said in surprise: "Chen Ji, is this your poem? Since you can write it, why didn't you talk about it at the literary meeting just now?"

Chen Ji was also stunned, but he saw the prince and the young monk behind him. The protagonist of the literary meeting had sneaked out without knowing when. Is it so careless!?

And it's a little strange, doesn't this poem exist in this world? The allusions to the Double Ninth Festival are exactly the same.

He responded calmly and shamelessly: "I got this half sentence by chance, but I didn't get the whole poem if I wanted to. Besides, I have no intention of doing this. Poetry writing is not my ambition."

The prince held it in for a long time, then suddenly rubbed his hands in embarrassment and said with a smile: "Well...don't you want to make money? Can you sell me this half of the poem?"

Chen Ji: Huh?

The prince explained: "Three years in Donglin Academy have suffocated me to death. Those literati wrote one poem a day when they saw the lotus, and another when they saw the moonlight, but I didn't even get a fart. I

I know that many literati are saying behind my back that I am a fool, so I have always wanted to write a poem to shock them, but I really can't write it... Otherwise, your half-sentence is powerful enough, and you can sell it to me for ten taels of silver.

Now that you have face, you have money, how about that?"

"make a deal!"

It’s not necessary to write a poem, but if you sell half a poem... it’s okay.
Chapter completed!