"Old minister, I pay homage to the Emperor." The Minister of War and others were about to kneel down and pay homage.

"No gifts, no gifts." Xuanyuan Jing waved his hand:

"Sit, sit, sit."

Xuanyuan Jing just learned from Zhao Wujiang that sulfur, nitrate, and carbon powder are loaded in a sealed container. If ignited or violently collided, a violent fire will occur. The violent fire will turn into an explosion, which is extremely lethal.

A combination of sulfur, saltpeter, carbon powder, etc. is called gunpowder.

Gunpowder is called gunpowder because, firstly, it produces fierce fire, and secondly, these three main things are usually used as medicinal materials.

Her heart was surging when she heard it, and she believed that Zhao Wujiang would not target it without aim, and she had strong expectations for this gunpowder. Now that she saw the three ministers arriving, she quickly told them to skip the red tape.

The three ministers looked at each other, sat on their chairs, and waited quietly for the emperor to speak, but the emperor did not speak, and Zhao Wujiang took over.

"My lords, I'll keep my story short." Zhao Wujiang said with a gentle smile on his face:

"Now that the war situation is unfavorable, it is urgent to change the war situation, increase morale, and repel southern Xinjiang.

I have a thing, let's call it gunpowder.

This substance is mainly composed of sulfur and saltpeter, supplemented by charcoal powder or plant ash. When combined and stuffed into a container, it will explode immediately after being heated or impacted.

It has extremely wide lethality and can be used in war.

Your cooperation is needed now."

Sulfur and saltpeter? Do you really need the medicinal materials hoarded by the Imperial Medical Office? Mr. Taichang Temple's old eyes trembled.

"Are you sure it's effective?" the Minister of Industry asked. He understood that Zhao Wujiang needed the manpower of the Ministry of Industry.

Zhao Wujiang nodded and said again:

"One more thing, Mr. Yan, you usually like literati's calligraphy. You should know about calligraphy made of stone fat, right?"

"Of course, this ink is smooth and as bright as paint." The Minister of Industry nodded, not knowing why.

"Find the processing ink workshop, temporarily acquire all their stone resin, and send it to the southern battlefield!" Zhao Wujiang said seriously:

"After sending it, the stone grease should be stored among the people and try not to use it for lighting or lubrication. It is of great use."

The eyes of the three ministers of the Ministry of Industry flickered and they nodded slowly.

They felt that Zhao Wujiang was acting in a confused manner. If three medicinal materials were mixed together, they would explode? He didn't even need lighting and lubrication, and he didn't need to make ink. Send it to the battlefield? Why send it?

But the emperor, when Zhao Wujiang spoke, nodded frequently, showing great approval.

As ministers, what can they do? Stop the emperor from doing this? Like those Qing gossip officials who risk their lives to remonstrate?

That's it. If it's really useful and can change the battlefield, it's a good thing. If it's useless, let Zhao Wujiang take the responsibility.

Taichang Temple Qing's old eyes were a little cloudy, and he didn't express any recognition in his heart.

If three kinds of medicinal materials are mixed together, they can explode. How come the medical practitioners in Daxia didn't discover it? Then how did Zhao Wujiang discover it?

"By the way, the ratio of sulfur, saltpeter, and carbon powder is two, fifteen, and three." Zhao Wujiang reminded again:

"Do not collide violently or be exposed to excessive heat."

The three ministers nodded, their expressions were serious, but their hearts were somewhat perfunctory.

Zhao Wujiang has a clear mind, but he doesn't care. The important thing is to get things done.

"Your Majesty, if there is anything else you can do, please give me your instructions." Taichang Temple Qing said respectfully. He was quite old, and his side meaning was obvious when he asked the Emperor at this moment.

He was willing to bow his head to the emperor, but he was not happy with the dictation of a young man. After all, he was an old minister of Daxia.

Xuanyuan Jing’s eyebrows were majestic and cold:

"Stay back and do it immediately."

"Yes." The Minister of Taichang Temple nodded, and the other two veterans also bowed and left.
Chapter completed!