"One Zhang?" The Minister of the Ministry of War squatted on the ground, made some gestures, and nodded slightly:

"If it really explodes, it's enough to hurt someone...

But it has to explode..."

"It's almost done, let's start heating."

Yan Anshen struggled to hold the jar, placed it on the fire that had been set up, and retreated ten feet away from the Minister of Industry.

Two middle-aged men in their forties or fifties were just staring at the jar, waiting for the so-called gunpowder to explode.

"Yan Shangshu, how do you feel, if this jar explodes, we will be in danger just a few feet away?"

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

"Hmph, how is that possible? It's one foot long. Do you know how many people have to stand on it?" Yan Anshen shook his head, but quietly moved back a few steps.

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In Kyoto and various official residences, they all received the news of the defeat in the first battle between Daxia and Southern Xinjiang, and at the same time they also learned about the gunpowder proposed by Zhao Wujiang.

Many officials were snickering.

Among the news 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's nonsense because he was favored by the emperor.

What is gunpowder? Use fire as medicine? Who to save?

Daxia at Nuo University has never seen this thing before, and Zhao Wujiang has not shown a sample to everyone. Who would believe it if he suddenly proposed such a thing?

Also involving the Minister of Taichang Temple and the Minister of Industry, the posture is sufficient, but what is the result?

Many officials are familiar with this routine. They first put forward a certain point of view, then mobilize the people, put on a serious posture, and finally declare failure, saying that some conditions at the current stage are insufficient and something went wrong.

Moreover, although it failed, partial progress and incomplete results have been achieved, which can be undone by increasing investment.

Isn't this just making money?

Many officials sneered in their hearts. After Zhao Wujiang was promoted to the position, didn't his true nature be exposed?

Gunpowder? Was it proposed by a doctor? This doctor had never been on the battlefield? He also said it had great destructive power?

Isn't it just the brothel girl Yan Qingbai and the lazy gambler swearing poison?

Is it credible?

Unbelievable!

Liu Mansion.

Liu Zhe was playing chess with his grandson Liu Feng. When the news from the palace and the disturbances from the officials came, Liu Zhe gently stroked his long silver beard and sneered:

"Most of the people in the DPRK are short-sighted. It's been nearly a year, and you still don't know what kind of person Zhao Wujiang is?"

Liu Feng quietly moved a chess piece and asked doubtfully:

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

"Just like your grandfather when he was young, he was a man of amazing talent and beauty, and he was never without aim!" Liu Zhe's brows were gentle, as if he was surrounded by wind and spirit.

Liu Feng quietly moved another chess piece and asked doubtfully again:

"Grandpa, when you were young, were you as handsome as Zhao Wujiang?"

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

"Have you finished copying all the copybooks that Mr. asked you to copy today?"

"I..." Liu Feng hesitated, and was about to use the method taught by Gu Zuo, a monk, when he heard a dull sound.

The sound seemed to come from far away. It was unknown how the sound came from in the first place, but now it sounded like a water bottle exploding.

The grandfather and grandson looked at the sound at the same time and saw a large plume of thick smoke rising high in the sky.

Liu Zhe's old eyes narrowed into slits for a moment, and he said doubtfully:

"Something happened to the Sixth Department?"

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"The water is leaking! The water is leaking! Go to the Ministry of Industry to pull the water tanker!"

The clerks in the Ministry of War beat gongs and drums and shouted heartbreakingly:

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

At the military training ground of the Ministry of War, a large, charred pit with a radius of five to six feet had appeared, with thick smoke billowing from the pit.

Yan An fell down next to the pit. His official robe was in tatters, his whole body was pitch black, his hair was messy and smelled of burning, and his official hat was nowhere to be found.

His head was buzzing and his expression was dull. He had not yet recovered from the sudden and shocking explosion.
Chapter completed!