Under the order of the Minister of Taichang Temple, sulfur, saltpeter, wood charcoal, plant ash, etc. from the Imperial Medical Office were continuously transported to the six departments.

Yan Anshen was cured and was not seriously ill. He devoted himself to the further development of gunpowder with a passionate heart.

The Minister of Industry passed out and was recovering after taking medicine.

Zhao Wujiang came to visit, and the junior officials from the six departments were extremely respectful, with awe in their eyes, and took Zhao Wujiang to the Ministry of Industry.

Yan Anshen received Zhao Wujiang's advice, which was like waking up someone from a dream. He added a fuse to the gunpowder jar to guide the release of the power of the gunpowder.

Following several more explosions, Yan Anshen became increasingly excited and began to order the clerks and craftsmen in the Ministry of Works to start assembling and manufacturing.

He told the clerks and craftsmen every word of Zhao Wujiang's instructions: Do not be exposed to heat or strong collisions during the manufacturing process, and be careful when loading and transporting.

In this way, the Ministry of Industry started assembly and manufacturing in full swing, and the other five departments also sent people to participate.

After the assembly is complete, it must be quickly sent to the south.

Yan Anshen continued to develop. He ran around tirelessly and tested the stone fat mentioned by Zhao Wujiang. After seeing the strategic use of stone fat, he admired Zhao Wujiang more and more, and almost regarded him as a god.

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Yan Anshen was born as a scholar, but he possessed the spirit of craftsman and often developed various things. He had all kinds of strange ideas in his mind, and once he started thinking, he couldn't stop.

More and more strategic equipment is being manufactured and loaded on trucks to be sent to the south.

Zhao Wujiang declined many dinner invitations from his colleagues and instead went to Wuya Pavilion in the south of the city.

As the head of Wuya Pavilion, Zhao Wujiang is a hands-off shopkeeper. Many matters are left to several elders to handle, but he has to come back from time to time.

When they learned that the Pavilion Master was back, several elders looked excited. They put down the matters at hand for the time being and came to the study to meet him.

Now Wuya Pavilion no longer only has the original three elders Su Liangjiu, Su Shanchang and Gu Nanyuan, but also has four newly recruited elders, three fourth-level experts, and a powerful person in the early stage of a grandmaster.

After Zhao Wujiang checked it out, he was dragged to the backyard room by Gu Nanyuan angrily, saying that he had something important to discuss with him.

Backyard wing.

Gu Nanyuan closed the door and window tightly with her backhand, her expression serious, as if she was hiding something important.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Wujiang asked.

Gu Nanyuan did not answer, but pulled Zhao Wujiang to sit next to the bed, and then said seriously:

"I miss you?"

Zhao Wujiang laughed dumbly, and the mysterious thing turned out to be this.

He gently lifted Gu Nanyuan's hair, stared at this exquisite face of pure lust, and smiled gently:

"Me too."

Gu Nanyuan hugged Zhao Wujiang and said angrily:

"Then why haven't you come for so many days?"

"It hasn't been many days..." Zhao Wujiang touched Gu Nanyuan's round buttocks.

"Yes!" Gu Nanyuan has been handling a lot of cabinet matters recently and has become a lot more powerful. When facing Zhao Wujiang, she showed her coquettishness:

"Zhao Lang, I still miss your sword."

"Then you don't have to hold him now, right?" Zhao Wujiang felt Gu Nanyuan's movements and joked.

"It's not you yet. Wuya Pavilion is under construction. I can't see anyone all day long. I'm too busy..." Gu Nanyuan looked resentful, ashamed and angry:

"You have to hurry up, I have a lot of things to do."

"This is what you said." Zhao Wujiang hugged Gu Nanyuan's graceful body and rolled onto the bed.

Dry sticks are a raging fire that ignites at the touch of a touch.

Gu Nanyuan felt happy and angry at the same time. The sword stove was so hot that it was about to melt Zhao Wujiang.

The long sword stabs at an angle, plows the court and sweeps the holes.

The beauty groaned, frowned, and spoke more slowly.
Chapter completed!