"Young Prison, Young Prison, Chief Corporate Guo started fighting with others again!" Wang Jun, the Chief Secretary of the Gunpowder Department, rushed into the room with a head of water vapor, and reported to Zhang Qian angrily.

"Who are you with?" Zhang Qian, wearing a fifth-rank official uniform, made a pure copper in his hand, and placed the stove-like object half a foot square in flat. While slowly twisting the mechanism on the side, he asked casually.

"Yes, it's Zhou Duwei of the Shuofang Army. He came to get gunpowder today. He talked to the chief of the Gunpowder Office of the Gunpowder Office without any objection, and the two started to tear up in the yard." Wang Jun, who had just been transferred from the position of a doctorate in mathematics, was transferred to the Military Arts Supervisor as the head of the Gunpowder Office, his eyes quickly began to straighten, staring at the six kapok yarn twists rising from the stove, and the sound of reporting became intermittent. (Note: Kapok, cotton in the Tang Dynasty was not popular, and occasionally used was still perennial kapok. The large-scale use of grass cotton was required after the Song Dynasty.)

When Zhang Qian heard this, he felt more relieved. He smiled and continued to focus on the medicine twist. He carefully observed the degree of infiltrated by alcohol and the changes in hardness and thickness after infiltration.

"Shaoguan, this is..." Wang Jun felt itchy when he saw it. He raised his hand and touched the furnace body with pure copper, and asked carefully.

"Alcohol stove, another way to use gunpowder. It is mainly to add a hot water boiled bandage to disinfect the army!" Zhang Qian didn't even think about it, and gave a shameless answer that sounded extremely positive.

Although he was a fake Qin Mo's son, in his opinion, using alcohol to set fire is just a waste of things. However, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty had personally given the name gunpowder to alcohol for this reason, and he had no ability to correct it. Therefore, in recent days, he has focused on the use and development of "gunpowder".

He personally drew the drawings and concentrated the efforts of more than a dozen skilled craftsmen in the military weapon supervision. The red copper stove that had just been trial-made is one of them.

This object consists of four major components: fuel compartment, fire pan, wick adjustment device and pot. The fuel compartment, fire pan, wick adjustment device, can be nested and assembled together after fuel is filled in the compartment. It forms a complete multi-core adjustable brightness alcohol lamp, which can be used for lighting and heating.

After the fourth large component and copper pot are mounted on it, it becomes a complete multi-core alcohol stove. It has strong firepower and fast heating. It can boil water, cook bandages, and disinfect surgical instruments. Of course, it can also be used to shabu mutton pot occasionally!

"Young surveillance is compassionate, and I admire you!" Wang Jun, who had just been transferred to the military weapon surveillance, didn't know what kind of temperament Zhang Qian has. He heard him speak seriously, and then bowed with admiration on his face.

"Little Doyle!" Zhang Qian took Wang Jun's flattery without hesitation, and then twisted the wick to the shortest. Covered a furnace lid made of pure copper, inverted the entire furnace body, and checked whether the alcohol in the medicine compartment had leaked out after the two layers of the medicine twist and the furnace lid were closed. He shouted loudly at Guo's yard, but turned a deaf ear to him.

"Young supervisor is too humble. The soldiers sleep in sand and snow all day long. It is not easy to eat a bite of hot rice. With this thing, at least, at least after getting sick, you can have a sip of hot soup!" Wang Jun thought for a while, while continuing to stare at the copper alcohol stove, he sincerely expressed his admiration.

Although he had known Zhang Qian for a short time, he admired this person from the bottom of his heart.

Ten days ago, this man was ordered by the emperor to court for sacrificing his life to protect his car and offering a series of contributions such as windmills and wells to the court, and was promoted to several levels and became the junior supervisor of military weapons. In a blink of an eye, he took out the powerful weapon of the field marching such as alcohol stoves.

It can be foreseen that after the alcohol stove was presented, even if the court no longer gave Zhang Qian a title in order to avoid being promoted too quickly, at least, this person's position as a military weapon supervisor was completely unstoppable.

As Zhang Qian personally transferred to the military weapon supervisor, Wang Jun personally promoted to the position of Chief of the Gunpowder Department, and of course his position also stabilized. In addition, Guo Nu, who had just been promoted to the chief clerk of the Gunpowder Department and Ren Qiong, who had just been promoted to the chief clerk of the Gunpowder Department, would also benefit greatly.

He can do things, get promoted, and bring his subordinates to become promoted. Nowadays, where can such a good boss find a second one? And Wang Jun was suddenly lucky because he plucked up his courage to add a few flowers to Zhang Qian, who was the chief clerk of the Gunpowder Office when he was chasing the court that day?

Therefore, when you can express your admiration and gratitude to Zhang Shaojian, Wang Jun's mouth is never idle. Unfortunately, most of the time, Zhang Shaojian is very numb to these praises, and basically after hearing them, he immediately forgot them.

This time, it was obvious that Zhang Qian took Wang Jun's praise again and took a look at the alcohol stove at hand and played with it for a while before changing to another semi-finished product. While assembling the parts, he told me, "Go and ask Yang Jiancheng how he is preparing for the relocation of the Arctic Staff Office. When he comes back, he will go to Ren Cong again to see how the relocation is prepared. It is a big deal for the military weapon supervisor to move to the Weiyang Palace outside the city. There must be a careful person staring at them. They are old, young, so you should spend more time!"

"As for your order!" Wang Jun reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the alcohol stove and stood up and bowed his hand.

According to principles, the transfer of orders and the return of the situation of each department should be those who have been able to pass the ninth grade to perform the work. Zhang Qian should not have instructed him, the seventh grade chief, to do it. However, he did not feel any inferiority.

This of course includes factors that need to repay Zhang Qian's favor for his gratitude. The more reason is that Wang Jun's math skills that he once proud of were useless in front of Zhang Shaojian.

Not only did Zhang Shaojian himself not ask him, the third-place in the "Mingjing Mathematics" science and technology, when he needed to do some complicated material pre-response calculations, even Guo Nu and Ren Cong did not take Wang's "Mathematics" skills seriously.

The three brothers and sisters seem to have mastered a very mysterious math. A few strange numbers and a few strange symbols can basically complete most of the daily calculation work required within a quarter of an hour.

Moreover, when the three brothers and brothers use this skill, they never avoid outsiders. As a doctor of mathematics, Wang Jun observed it several times. Except for being able to correspond the ten so-called Arabic numerals one by one with the numbers he used in daily life, everything else is like reading a heavenly book!

"If you want to learn, just join our master and be my junior brother!" I had long discovered that Wang Jun was obsessed with mathematics, and Ren Cong once proposed with a smile.

Wang Jun was once very moved by this. However, he did not dare and could not help but ask Zhang Qian.

First of all, as a subordinate, he had just entered the Military Arts Prison for a few days and was very flattered by the senior brother of the Young Prison in power. Secondly, he was not sure whether his "qualification" could enter the eyes of Zhang Qian, the senior brother of Qin Mo.

After all, although Guo Nu and Ren Cong did not pass the imperial examinations, one family elders worked for the Duke of Baoguo for generations, and the other father and uncle were both fourth-rank governors. However, Wang Jun was a real poor family. He originally had only 100 acres of thin land in his family. It was not until he passed the "Mingsuan" exam and his father finally became a gentry qualification in his hometown.

"It's better to show it well and let the young supervisor know that he's not wrong!" With full of expectations and uneasiness, Wang Jun quickly turned around and went out. Before he could take his feet down the steps, he heard a muffled "puff". Then, he saw Guo Nu, the chief clerk of the Gunpowder Department, planting into the snow pile not far away like a wooden stake.

"Fatty man, are you lacking morality?" Zhou Jianliang, the commander of Guoyi, had the upper hand, but he did not dare to take advantage of the situation to chase him. He quickly retreated for more than ten steps, covered his nose and cursed, "He actually deliberately wore sweat by the stove, just to disgust people when he was doing it!"

"Scars and creepy faces, I have the desire to fight my senior brother alone!" Guo Nu has been guarding the refining alcohol stove of the Gunpowder Bureau every day, or guarding the refining plant essential oil pot of Zhangjiazhuang, which has led to a significant reduction in the power of the top secret weapon under his armpits.

Knowing that today he would definitely not be able to dampen his opponent with the stench, he decisively began to provoke, "You beat my senior brother, let alone take away 20,000 kilograms of gunpowder at a time, even 30,000 kilograms of gunpowder, Guo also tried not to sleep, and he would drive it out for you before you leave!"

"Defeat your senior brother? Can you be his master?" Zhou Jianliang immediately tried to try.

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Qian's scolding came from the door, "Have you beaten enough? Go wash up after you beat enough. Then go to the roof to move down the whole sheep I just bought in the morning. Zhang taught you two step by step how to use the gunpowder stove in the wild!"

"Good!" Zhou Jianliang and Guo Nu immediately forgot the cause of the conflict. They both jumped up and went straight to the back of the refining furnace to open it up. The bathhouse using wastewater was disappeared in a blink of an eye. Volume 2 begins. Tang Yan is added at the beginning of the first volume. If you are interested, you can match the dialect sound. It may not be Minnan. All local dialects will have the same effect as long as people cannot understand them. Good night everyone. Drunk lovers.
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