The old woman sneered twice: "There is only a small mine in the northwest, and the mine stopped ten years ago. Do you want to go?"
"I have this idea."
The old woman stared straight at the coin in his hand: "That place is hidden in the jungle and it's hard to find. How about you pay more and I can find a guide for you?"
"Okay." Time is tight, and Maotao didn't bargain. Doesn't the boss have money?
"Then you wait." The old woman moved her bow-legged steps and walked out, and her speed was not slow at all.
She came back a few dozen breaths later, and there was an old man beside her. He was less than sixty years old. He was skinny and skinny, but his waist was still straight.
"This is my old man. He has worked in the mines for two years and is very familiar with it!"
He Lingchuan invited the two people in: "What was the old gentleman doing in the mine?"
"He does everything." Compared to his wife, the old man appears to be quite honest and answers all questions. "Quarrying, digging, digging roads, providing landfills, and planting explosives."
He Lingchuan was startled: "You still use explosives?"
Fashionable. He has been to the mines in Qiansong County, where mining is purely manual.
"Ah, yes, it is more labor-saving. We have been using gunpowder here for many years." In other words, it is an old traditional art. "Until the mine was abandoned, there was still a lot of gunpowder that was not used up."
Shan Youjun and others couldn't help but curse. Now they finally knew where the gunpowder that killed the officials of Dunyu's grain transport team came from.
Of course He Lingchuan also thought of it, his eyes flickered, and he asked the old man: "Do you still have any leftover gunpowder at home?"
"No, no." The old man waved his hands repeatedly, "How could you do such a stupid thing? If your home is blown up, it's not worth it."
"Uh..." the old woman next to her looked embarrassed, "could the gunpowder you mentioned be hidden in a black and white jar?"
After decades of marriage, the old man understood her expression and said in shock: "Don't tell me that you hid gunpowder at home! I obviously threw it away!"
The old woman smiled coquettishly: "It would be a pity to throw it away."
He Lingchuan snapped his fingers, God helped me.
"Then please find it for me." He looked at the people behind him, "We should say a word to Hong Chenglue and reciprocate."
Chapter completed!