"Yezhang?" The Minister of War squatted on the ground, gesturing, and nodded slightly:

"It's enough to hurt people...

But it has to explode..."

"It's almost done, start heating."

Yan Ansen struggled to hold the jar and put it on the fire that had been set up, leaving one foot away from the Minister of Works.

Two middle-aged men in their forties and fifties stared at the jar, waiting for the so-called gunpowder explosion.

"Shangshu Yan, why does this official feel that if this jar explodes, it will be a bit dangerous for us to go away?"

The Minister of Works narrowed his eyes, and the warrior's vigilance made him feel a little uneasy.

"Hmph, how is it possible? It's ten feet long. Do you know how many people are going to stand?" Yan Ansen shook his head, but quietly moved back a few steps.

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In Kyoto, all the officials' residences received news of the failure of the first battle between Daxia and Southern Xinjiang, and also learned about the gunpowder proposed by Zhao Wujiang.

Many officials were laughing.

As they learned, the Minister of War reported the news, and Zhao Wujiang proposed the theory of gunpowder.

In their opinion, this was undoubtedly Zhao Wujiang who was full of nonsense because he was favored by the emperor.

What is gunpowder? Use fire as medicine? Who can I save?

The huge Daxia had never seen this thing before, and Zhao Wujiang had never taken out a sample to show everyone. Who would believe it suddenly proposed this thing?

The Taichang Temple Minister and the Minister of Works also participated in it. The situation was done, but what could the results be?

Many officials are familiar with this arrangement. They first put forward a certain view, then mobilize the masses, and act in a serious manner, and finally declare failure. They say that some conditions are insufficient at this stage and there are mistakes.

Besides, although it has failed, some progress and incomplete results have been achieved. You only need to increase your investment to make it come out.

Isn’t this just making money?

Many officials sneered in their hearts. After Zhao Wujiang's position was promoted, wasn't his nature exposed?

Gunpowder? Was it proposed by a doctor? This doctor has not been on the battlefield yet? He also said that it has great lethality?

Isn’t it just a brothel girl, Yan Qingbai, and a lazy gambler, who makes a poisonous oath?

Is it trustworthy?

Not trustworthy!

Liu Mansion.

Liu Zhe was playing chess with his grandson Liu Feng. When the news in the palace and the turmoil of all officials came, Liu Zhe gently stroked his silver beard and sneered:

"There are mostly short-sighted people in the court. It has been nearly a year, but I still don't know what kind of person Zhao Wujiang is?"

Liu Feng quietly moved a chess piece and asked in confusion:

"Grandpa, what kind of person is Zhao Wujiang?"

"Like your grandfather was a stunning and beautiful person when he was young, he was definitely aimless!" Liu Zhe's eyebrows were gentle, as if he was surrounded by a strong spirit.

Liu Feng quietly moved a chess piece and asked again in confusion:

"Grandpa, when you were young, wasn't you as handsome as Zhao Wujiang?"

"..." Liu Zhe frowned and said in a deep voice:

"Have you copied all the copybooks that Mr. Husband asked you to copy today?"

"I..." Liu Feng stammered, and was about to use Gu Zuo, who had become a monk, to speak his method when he heard a dull sound.

The sound seemed to be coming from a distance. It was unknown how the sound was initially, but now it sounded like a water bottle filled with water exploded.

The grandfather and grandson looked at the sound at the same time and saw a large wisp of smoke rising from the sky.

Liu Zhe's old eyes narrowed into a slit for a moment, and he said in confusion:

"What happened to the six ministries?"

———

"It's time to go! It's time to go! Go to the Ministry of Works to pull the water truck!"

The minions of the Ministry of War beat drums and yelled heart-wrenchingly:

"Go and ask the people from the Imperial Medical Office to rescue the two adults!"

At this time, a large charred pit with a radius of five or six feet had appeared in the martial arts field of the Ministry of War, and thick smoke was pouring out of the pit.

Yan Ansen fell to sit next to the big pit, his official robe was torn, his body was black and black, his hair was messy and burnt, and his official hat was gone.

His head was buzzing, his expression was dull, and he had not yet come back to his senses from this sudden shocking explosion.

If the Minister of War had not pulled him away just now, he would have been flying out with his official hat.
Chapter completed!