Boom boom boom... The gorgeous fireworks bloom in the sky, looking so beautiful.

Ulutus also accompanied everyone to appreciate the beautiful scene, and I couldn't help but think of more from the fireworks. Speaking of which, it was a pure surprise to find that the craftsmen who made fireworks were made!

The other party was one of the slaves bought by Duoer last time. He was originally a Han Chinese from Jinzhou. After arriving at the tribe of Ulutus, he found that he treated craftsmen well here, so he recommended himself to Ulutus with a try-out attitude.

As a time traveler, Ulutus certainly knew the existence of fireworks. He immediately assigned a separate workshop to the other party to make it into a finished product of fireworks. After all, the value of fireworks is not just as simple as looking.

Although fireworks have actually been born for a while in this era. In the Song Dynasty, where the climate in the south is warm, fireworks have become one of the performance events of large-scale banquets. But no one knows that as long as they develop in depth, they can become a killing weapon on the battlefield.

It is precisely because the grassland people don’t know anything about fireworks at all. Therefore, this craftsman was treated as an ordinary slave before and had no place to use his skills.

"Prince, I've brought it!" Hunur walked to Ulutus and said loudly with his ears. Amid the rumbling fireworks, Ulutus's vision shifted from the sky to the ground.

"Yeah!", responded, and a man wearing a bun with a Taoist hairstyle was brought up. Although the other party was wrapped in a wool cloak, he still looked thin and thin. His face was slightly long and his chin was very sharp. Perhaps because of his long-term hunger, his cheekbones on his face were thinner.

"The villain king congratulates the prince!" When the man saw Ulutus, he first bowed down.

"The king congratulates the king, congratulates the king! The name is so festive!"

"It is a villain's honor to be able to congratulate the prince!" Wang He was surprised when he heard this. Because Ulutus's answer obviously understood some Confucian Chinese dialect. However, in the grassland where force is respected, the literary style has no power to establish itself. Therefore, most Mongolian nobles actually do not understand Confucian Chinese dialect.

Moreover, today's Mongolia uses the improved characters that fear my sons as Mongolian characters. In terms of sinology, its influence in Mongolia is almost negligible.

The little prince in front of him looks like he is not old, so why do he understand pure Chinese?

As if she saw Wang He’s doubts, Ulutus took the initiative to explain: “My king’s Eji is a woman from the Han area. When she was young, she often told me about the past of the Han area. Unfortunately, she passed away early, otherwise she could have met the Han people in the tribe.”

Of course, this is false. In Yuanwulutus' memory, the cheap mother died shortly after she was born. In her memory, she did not look like the other person at all, let alone teach him to speak Chinese.

However, Wang He didn't know that there was a falsehood in Ulutus's words, so he felt that the prince with the blood of the Han people was closer. He took it for granted by all kinds of kind actions he had performed in the tribe.

Ulutus ignored what the other party was thinking and continued, "I saw your fireworks, which are really good. I can give you the identity of a craftsman now. However, I want you to make another thing for me."

"But please give me instructions!".

"Okay! Have you heard of the saying of charcoal with 1 nitrate, 2 sulfonium, 3 charcoal?"

Wang He frowned and thought, "When I was learning art in the mountains, I heard from the audience talk about the production of firecrackers, and it seemed that sulfur was used in it."

"Have you ever seen it explode?"

"On the good New Year holiday, the rich families in Jinzhou will buy firecrackers to add joy. The villain once saw a rich family marrying their daughter. When the firecrackers explode, sparks splashed everywhere, fog rose, and the momentum was like thunder."

"Well! I want you to help me make bigger firecrackers now. Just follow the ingredients I just told you, maybe it's as big as a fist." Wang He couldn't help looking at Ulutus's hand, imagining how big the fist would be.

Ulutus looked at him and immediately reminded him: "It's your fist!".

"My?!" Wang He clenched his fists, a little unimaginable when such a big firecracker exploded.

"This matter will be dangerous, so your workshop must be careful about fire prevention. When the weather gets warmer in spring, I will ask someone to build another workshop for you. At that time, what you have done cannot be known to anyone other than me."

Hearing this, Wang He felt Ulutus's attention and immediately replied with a serious expression: "The little one will definitely follow the prince's instructions."

This made Wang He retreat and the whole dance came to an end. No one knew that in the far south, today was a New Year celebration for a nation.

When he got up from bed the next day, Ulutus's head still hurt. This made him deeply realize how correct and scientific regulations it is for minors to not drink alcohol.

"Prince, I have prepared sobering soup for you, but I want a bowl of it?" Zhuoya, who was guarding the bed, saw that Ulutus woke up, immediately approached him and asked.

"Uh, when is the time now?" As the doors and windows were closed and the sky was too dark outside, Ulutus asked, rubbing his slightly swollen head.

"It's Weishi's second department now. I saw that the prince drank a lot of wine last night and it was too late to go to bed, so I didn't call you up this morning." Zhuo Ya explained in a gentle voice, and had already scooped a bowl of quenching soup from the stove.

Wulutus did not refuse, so he raised his head and drank. Seeing that Wulutus was still tired and depressed, Zhuoya said, "I have learned how to press the acupoints, so why don't I let me rub it for the prince?"

Nodded, Zhuo Ya gently rubbed Wulutus and pressed him.

"By the way, don't you have to go to class today?" Zhuo Ya's courses are arranged every day. It's strange that it's still here at this time today.

"Prince! Didn't you say last night that you would have a holiday? The people of the ministry are grateful for the prince's compassion and they are all lying in the house to mourn." Zhuo Ya explained with a smile, and Ulutus remembered what she said last night.

No wonder the village, which was noisy in the past, was so quiet today. This made him think of later generations. Whenever office workers were off, they would always sleep so hard that they would not want to get up at noon.

Although the ancients in this era could not have been like this, their daily life was arranged by him, which accelerated the pace of life of the people. Now that I finally had a rest time, I guess I would feel comfortable doing nothing.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but wonder what the resting minions would do. So he asked Zhuo Ya to get some hot water for himself and get up from the bed.
Chapter completed!