Some knowledge, if no one points out, you may not know what it is after all your hardships, but once it points out, it is not very strange: for example, gunpowder formula.

The simplest formula is to use "one nitrate, two sulfonates, three charcoal, and some white sugar, big ivan", soil nitrate, sulfur, and charcoal, and the copper scale of 16 taels per pound in this era is a ratio of 16:2:3.

The purpose of adding sugar is to increase the gas production during combustion. This gunpowder ratio explodes in a confined space, comparable to an indoor micronuclear bomb. I am afraid that even an officer like Yun Yang and Si Cao can't stand it.

Sulfur is available in the clinic.

Charcoal is easy to make.

The so-called earth nitrate, scientifically known as potassium nitrate, is actually the wall frost on the walls of the earth wall. When ancient people made fireworks and firecrackers, it was earth nitrate obtained by "poaching the walls".

Nowadays, there are many brick and earth mixed houses in Luocheng, and the walls are everywhere in the old memory.

The secret recipe for firearms that Jingchao Military Information Department has worked hard to find. Instead of going to the Liu family, it is better to find Chen Ji!

Even with all kinds of drawings of the front-bucket gun, what is the difficulty for Chen Ji? The front-bucket gun consists of the front-bucket, the medicine room and the tail. From hand guns to large sizes to city gate guns, Chen Ji is all a little bit...

But the most important thing is that after Chen Ji came here, he would always encounter people like Yun Yang, Jiaotu, and Si Cao, and he would be controlled by others everywhere, just because he did not have the ability to resist.

But now he has it.

The next moment, someone interrupted Chen Ji's thoughts: "I dare to ask three of you, but what works are there? Why don't you talk anymore?"

Liu Quxing and She Dengke looked at each other, not knowing what to do. After all, this is a literary club, so they don’t have any works and come to eat and drink freely. It’s really inappropriate.

However, Chen Ji suddenly smiled and said, "We just took the invitation from the royal palace to the clinic to eat and drink freely. We are not good at this, so everyone is happy and we say goodbye. Senior Brother She and Senior Brother Liu, I heard from Brother Xiao Zhang, a shop opposite the clinic, that there is a Mu Xinzhai knife-cut noodles on Zhenghe Street next door. I treat you to eat."

After saying that, he turned around and left without a look of embarrassment. If he could, he would, he would, he would, he would not, he would not, he would not have to show off his strength for the sake of face.

Everyone has a specialty in their profession. If you know art, I also know art... My art may even be able to send away art.

Chen Wenzong, Chen Wenxiao looked at Chen Ji's back with peace and contentment. While talking and laughing with his friends, he seemed to be completely unaffected by the literary scene and did not take what had just happened.

He suddenly felt that Chen Ji was not talking angry, but that he really had never thought about returning to the Chen family.

But isn’t everyone yearning for the tall and glamorous lintel of the Chen family? How could anyone take the initiative to give up?

During the meal, Princess Baili looked at the prince: "Brother, did you invite him?"

"No," the prince shook his head: "I don't remember sending invitations to the clinic...but it doesn't matter!"

Princess Baili thought for a moment and suddenly stood up: "It's boring here, I'll go out for a walk!"

The prince looked at his sister's back and stopped talking: "You..."

...

...

On the way back.

"Senior Brother She, why did you stand up for me?" Chen Ji said curiously.

She Dengke was walking on the road, but his tall and strong figure looked less burly because he lowered his head. He whispered: "I almost hurt you yesterday. I was sorry, I was stunned at that time. Our two-year friendship was ruined by me. I deserve to die."

Chen Ji asked again: "Are you just trying to save Chunhua's life?"

"I also have selfish thoughts. Chunhua said that if this matter is done, she would ask Concubine Jing to betroth her to me, and we will live a peaceful life in the future."

Liu Quxing sarcastically said: "You believe anything Chunhua said. Your family is so poor. Can she give up the glory and wealth of the royal family with you?"

She Dengke retorted: "She is not that kind of person... Chen Ji, can you stop telling me about this? They will definitely beat me to death if they know it."

"Don't worry, no," Chen Ji smiled.

Liu Quxing, who was standing beside him, was a little annoyed: "I don't know what my father thought, so I gave me this name. I'm really not good at it. Wenquxing has descended to earth, so why can't I understand the meaning of those scriptures? Now when I go out to introduce myself, I feel a little embarrassed to mention my name."

Being a farmer in the morning and ascending to the emperor's hall in the evening is the greatest dream of scholars in the Ning Dynasty.

But this is not Chen Ji's dream.

What was his dream? His former dream was to be a diplomatic military officer, but neither Ning Chao nor Jing Chao deserved his life, so he now has no dream.

There is no one who wants to protect or the place where he wants to protect, he can only barely protect himself and be pushed away by the torrent of this era.

Today, the words gunpowder and sword are fatally attractive to him.

When these two things are placed on the scale, perhaps the balance that represents fate will tilt towards him.

While thinking, someone shouted behind him: "Chen Ji!"

Chen Ji looked back and saw Princess Baili chasing her. The other party was still dressed in a heroic manner, and the unchanged ones were white clothes and red pendants.

However, she had a silver-wire cloud bun on top of her head today, and under the cloud bun was a circle of beads and necklaces, which were shaking when she walked.

Chen Ji said in confusion: "Is there anything wrong with the princess?"

Bai Li didn't say the reason, but just waved her hand: "Let's go, invite you to Zhenghe Street for dinner, and just eat the cut noodles you mentioned!"

After saying that, Bai Li led the way with his hands on his back, and his steps were proudly pointed. Chen Ji looked at him and felt that the other party was like a free antelope.

The three brothers looked at each other, and Chen Ji suddenly said, "You go first, I'll go back to the clinic and call Liang Maoer..."

Two quarters of an hour later, in the knife-cut noodle restaurant, Princess Baili put her arm on the table and supported her chin. She looked at the tall dishes in front of Liang Maoer in amazement: "Five bowls, six bowls, seven bowls... Chen Ji, you are so bad!"

Chen Jize looked at Liang Maoer with a smile: "I'm full tonight, so don't eat so much tomorrow morning."

Liang Maoer looked at Bai Li carefully: "Princess... am I very good at eating?"

Chen Ji said seriously: "The princess is chivalrous and everyone is a child of the world. How could he think you eat too much?"

"It's okay, it's only a few dollars for a bowl of noodles!" Bai Li took out his purse with a bitter face: "But you can eat too much... No wonder everyone was drinking last night, only you were eating it."

Liang Maoer explained awkwardly: "I don't know why. I can eat it since I was a child. When my brother was ten years old, I was three years old, but I ended up eating more than him."

Bai Li no longer cares about this matter. Since she is treating her, she will invite her openly.

After she settled the meal, she turned to look at Chen Ji and said curiously: "Why are you not angry when they said that they said you at the literary meeting before?"

"Nothing to be angry about."

"Then I'll talk to you. Can you not charge me tolls in the future?"

"no."

Bai Li was angry: "I will never talk to you again, so I will let them scold you!"

Chen Ji smiled and said, "It's okay for them to say anything, but time will tell you everything."

Liu Quxing suddenly said, "Chen Ji, you can actually write poetry, I have seen it."

"Hmm?" Chen Ji was stunned for a moment.

Liu Quxing whispered: "I saw you doing excerpts on the back of the medicine when you were secretly studying in the middle of the night, so I secretly took you to see what you excerpted while you were sleeping, and I saw half a line of poems."

Bai Li was puzzled: "What did you write?"

"People walk between heaven and earth, suddenly it's like traveling far away."

Bai Li only felt that she was walking alone in the snow-capped mountains, shrouded in dusk, and was particularly lonely.

That day, Chen Ji woke up from dusk. There were people coming and going on the streets, but he didn't wait for his family. He wrote a sloppy poem at night, but was seen by Liu Quxing.

Bai Li slowly looked at Chen Ji: "This is you..."

Before she could speak, she poked her head out from behind and said in surprise: "Chen Ji, is this your poem? Since you can write it, why didn't you say it at the essay just now?"

Chen Ji was also stunned, but saw the prince and the little monk behind him. The protagonist of the literary club secretly ran out at some point. Is it so hasty?

And it’s a bit strange. Isn’t this poem in this world? It’s obvious that the allusions on Double Ninth Festival are exactly the same.

He responded calmly and shamelessly: "I have this half sentence, but I don't want the whole poem. In addition, I have no intention of this. Poetry and books are not my ambition."

The prince held it in for a long time, suddenly rubbed his hands and smiled embarrassedly, "That... don't you want to make money? Can you sell this half poem to me?"

Chen Ji: Ah?

The prince explained: "I have been suffocated to death in the past three years at Donglin Academy. Those literati write a poem a day, and when they see lotus flowers, and when they see the moonlight, I don't even have a big fuck. I know that many literati say behind their backs that I am a fool, so they always want to write a poem that shocks them, but they really can't write it... Otherwise, your half sentence is amazing enough, and you sell it to me for ten taels of silver. I have face and you have silver. How about it?"

"make a deal!"

There is no need to write poetry, but it is OK to sell half a poem...

()
Chapter completed!