It was already afternoon when Ying Jingyu left the Chaoyang Palace and returned to the palace.
The weather at the end of September more than 2000 years ago has entered early autumn. However, the sun is shining brightly, and it is still a bit hot during the day.
Jingyu actually sweated a little while walking.
Since the night of assassinating Dong Jian, Ying Jingyu has been busy with state affairs every day and has not dared to relax for a moment.
It wasn't until I returned to the palace door that I breathed a sigh of relief. Things were finally on track one by one according to my plan. Guanzhong internal affairs, military affairs, famous generals, new weapons, Mo family, the way of science...
In the next few days, we will be waiting for news on the progress of each policy and new weapon.
Ying Jingyu stood in front of the palace gate with his eyes closed and meditating, muttering to himself: "Stone sulfur, saltpeter, charcoal..."
"Here comes someone."
I saw a leader in silver armor and blue robe walking out of the four palace guards guarding the door of Changle Palace, kneeling on one knee in front of him.
"The general is here! What are your orders, Master?"
"Immediately go find someone who knows all kinds of mineral materials and prepare some black charcoal ash."
"Here, sir! I'll do it now!"
After saying that, the leader of the blue-robed palace guard went down. What he ordered was not too difficult. He just wanted to find someone who knew about various stones and get some charcoal ash.
And Ying Jingyu had nothing to do and couldn't leave Xianyang City because he had to wait for the test of the new sample weapon.
After standing in front of the palace gate for a while, he actually started to do basic military training that he had not done for several days. The palace guards nearby were stunned.
I originally planned to do a hundred standard push-ups first, but I was able to do it without force when I was at the Prime Minister's Mansion a few days ago.
However, I have neglected to exercise in the past few days, and my body has declined significantly. When I did almost 80 push-ups, I could no longer hold on and crawled on the ground for a while.
Jingyu stood up, quite dissatisfied. His body was still too weak. If he didn't lay a solid foundation, he might not be able to display the abilities of the King of Soldiers in his previous life.
You know, the physical talent of the original owner Ying Jingyu is better than the physical fitness of the future special forces soldier who has died.
His body declined in a few days, but Ying Jingyu was not discouraged. He started running again around the large bluestone square in front of the palace gate.
After running for a while, I felt that the space was still too small, so I moved to the streets inside the palace and started running around the inner walls of the square Xianyang Palace at the pace of a future soldier.
It seems that no one has ever done this before in the entire Xianyang Palace. It is not important to run. It actually shocked the palace guards and palace maids and eunuchs who were holding spears in Yanjie Street.
At first sight, I thought it was some thief who broke into the palace and wanted to assassinate him, but when I saw the other party's leisurely and unconcerned look, I stepped forward and saw that it was Prince Yu, the Grand Lieutenant of the Qin Dynasty.
Suddenly he was shocked and quickly returned to his original position with a solemn expression, as if he had not seen Gong Ziyu.
All the palace guards laughed. This young master of the Qin Dynasty, who is ranked as a Taiwei and the number one person in the dark side of the Qin Dynasty, actually ignored his status and extended the palace to run for training? I'm afraid it will become a good story in the future.
After Ying Jingyu Yan Xianyang Palace ran around and a half, I sighed that Xianyang Palace was really big, and I was afraid that the Forbidden City in future generations would not be half as big as this one.
Xianyang Palace does not look big because there are many houses. It means that everything is big, the palace is big, the palace gate is big, the palace wall is tall, the palace road is wide, the square is big, there are many gardens and pavilions...
It occupies a large area, so it seems very empty. Ying Jingyu lamented that in the pre-Qin era more than 2,000 years ago, human resources could be used to such an extreme extent.
Jingyu shook his head, took off his robe, revealing a white smooth silk underwear, and walked back to the square in front of the palace.
At this time, I saw three people standing in the square in front of the palace gate. One of them had a long sword hanging on his waist, wearing silver armor and blue robe, holding a yellow clay pot in his hands, which must have been black charcoal or something like that.
This person is the leader of the palace guard who just ordered to find the person who understands stones.
After Jingyu approached, the three of them knelt down and said in a voice: "My subordinates pay their respects to the Taiwei!"
Jingyu nodded: "Get up. Are you two people who know all kinds of stone mines?"
I saw one of them, an older man in a gray linen robe, who seemed to be in his 50s, raised his hands and said: "Yes, sir, my name is Liu Wenmao. I have followed my father to mine in various mountains for a living since I was a child. Subordinates
I am also fond of this way, and I still make a living by quarrying stones. I come to Xianyang to sell goods when I have them."
Another middle-aged man who was slightly younger and looked to be in his 40s also clasped his fists and said: "I pay homage to the young master, my surname is Wang Mingnian. My duty is to search for all kinds of exquisite ores for the officials. Although I rarely go to the mountains to mine them myself.
Stone, but I still have some understanding of the properties of various minerals.”
Ying Jingyu nodded and asked tentatively: "Yes, very good. What kind of ore do I need? Do you two know?"
"Master, please explain!"
"The things I need are saltpeter and brimstone. Can you two recognize them?"
Liu Wenmao and Liu Wenmao both frowned and thought for a while. After a while, they said: "The sulfur stone is yellow, and its smell is pungent and unpleasant. The sulfur of this stone is mainly used to produce gold, silver, copper, and iron. It is also commonly known as a strange stone.
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"What about saltpeter?"
"Sir, I have never heard of saltpeter. Could you please describe the color and shape of this stone? Maybe we can find this stone in our past experiences and memories."
Ying Jingyu nodded and recalled: "Saltpeter is generally colorless, white or gray crystalline, shiny. It can be used in the production of some pigments. The powder form is easily soluble in water. The smell is somewhat bitter and cold.
But it is not harmful to the human body..."
After hearing this, Liu Wenmao and Wang Nian took a breath of air-conditioning and fell into deep thought.
Liu Wenmao, who has been going up the mountain to collect various ores all year round, is more experienced, and he was the first to speak: "The appearance and color of the things that Young Master mentioned, in Mao Zhi's impression, there are several things that match it. But there is really only one similarity when applied to pigments.
I wonder if this is what the young master is talking about?"
Ying Jingyu felt happy in his heart. Since the ore experts have said this, it must be right: "Yes, you two should come quickly and get some saltpeter and stone sulfur."
"Yes, sir!"
Jing Yu looked at Liu Wenmao and Liu Wenmao who had already walked down to get the saltpeter. He turned around and looked at the palace guard. At this time, the palace guard was holding a yellow clay pot in his hands.
The leader of the blue-robed palace guard quickly held the can and bowed, "Sir, I have brought the charcoal ash you need. Please check it."
Ying Jingyu took the pottery pot and looked inside. It was almost half filled with dark charcoal ash. It seemed that the leader of the palace guards was very thoughtful in his work.
"What's your name? How long have you been in Qin camp?"
When the palace guard saw that Gong Ziyu actually asked about his life experience, he was flattered and knelt down on one knee and said: "My subordinate's surname is Sima, and his name is Zhou. He has just passed 23 years old. He has been in the Qin camp since the time of the First Emperor when he was 15 years old. Because he has not made any military exploits, so
He has been in the camp but has been appointed as a commander. A few days ago, he was arranged by the captain to be transferred to the palace to serve as a palace guard."
"Oh...Sima Zhou...is he a descendant of Sima Cuo?"
"Yes, sir, Sima Cuo is my ancestor. Every generation of male descendants of our Sima family will join the army and fight for the country. However...it's just that the descendants of the Sima family are not good enough, so it is difficult to achieve the glory of our ancestor Sima Cuo."
Ying Jingyu nodded: "Yes, descendants of heroes, please stay with me from now on. If you have talent, you will not be buried."
"Here, sir!"
After Sima Zhou went down, Ying Jingyu put down the clay pot in his hand, feeling an indescribable excitement in his heart
Let 'gunpowder' appear in the pre-Qin era more than 1,000 years in advance, and then be vigorously developed and applied
I don’t know how it will develop... Hehehe, gunpowder is not only used in military affairs. If used properly, it can have endless benefits...
Ying Jingyu calmed down his excitement and glanced at the relatively big sun above his head, thinking that those two people would not come so soon.
He took out the short sword 'Fish Gut Sword' from his waist and started waving it in this large square.
Since the last time it drank blood, this 'fish intestine sword' seems to be brighter than before when viewed in the sun, and the lines on the sword seem to have come to life.
Ying Jingyu was also very curious. Could it be that the 'Fish Intestine Sword' can evolve after drinking blood?
Holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, he swung the sword sharply. Like a dragon's roar, the crisp sound spread throughout a ten-meter range.
Jingyu sighed. Judging from its luster and sound, this 'fish intestine sword' is indeed somewhat different. The more you use it, the better it becomes!
Ying Jingyu danced the sword for more than half an hour as his figure continued to move and change, and then he stopped. His face was covered with sweat and his mouth was dry.
At this time, Yue Ximeng was nowhere to be found, and no one came to deliver water.
I can't continue practicing. If I sweat again, I'm afraid I will suffer from dehydration and heat stroke.
He walked to the palace gate and asked Sima Zhou to bring some water, then walked into the palace to rest and wait for Liu Wenmao and Liu Wenmao to arrive with saltpeter and other supplies...
