"Young Master, what are these things?"

Duan Mingyu said in tears: "This is all silver!"

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"Okay, you all go out for me. This top scholar is going to work. Anyone will be allowed to approach this room later!"

Everyone nodded together, looking sincere and honest.

After Duan Mingyu closed the door, all the team members lay outside the window. For a moment, the sound of the window paper being pierced was heard.

Duan Mingyu was still staring at the various powders in the box happily, some black and some yellow.

Duan Mingyu took out the yellow powder and sniffed it gently with his nose.

"Ah puff!"

Duan Mingyu sneezes hard and nodded with satisfaction. Then she walked around and became busy.

"One fifteen percent sulfur, ten percent charcoal powder, seventy-four percent saltpeter, and then add oil wax, asphalt, dry paint, and rosin..."

All day, Duan Mingyu was coming and going around the house, mixing the dosage and refining the components.

Some of the team members lying on the window left, while others were still watching attentively.

From time to time, a "bang" sound would come from the room, causing the onlookers to sigh.

The sun set from the east to the west, and everyone was still watching, and the powerful explosion kept touching the hearts of the team members.

Fan Fu is a blacksmith, but this blacksmith is a bit special because he has more than 100 blacksmiths under his command.

These blacksmiths dare to do anything, whether it is weapons or bows, they accept all their loyalty. But they only have one object - the Xie Sect.

In the past, Fan Fu and his brothers built weapons for the Yangwei Escort Agency, and the superiors gave a lot of money, so the blacksmiths lived a pretty wealthy life.

However, Wan Dasai died of illness and Yangwei's escort agency changed his name and surname. Therefore, the blacksmith who had no worries about food and clothing could not be exaggerated for a while.

The money fell from the tree and scattered, and half of the blacksmiths dispersed, and only the fifty or sixty people were left. Because they lost the source of pig iron, the blacksmiths had to make do with some money, buy some land, work and live together, and it really tasted like a paradise.

But on this day, a man who claimed to be the Xie family sect came. His identity was unquestionable. His waist was in the shape of a **, with a stamen of ninety-ninety-one petals, and the three words Xie Xiande were written in the lower right corner. Xie Xiande's intention was clear, so he asked him to come out and serve him again. Fan Fu was a little hesitant. Even though they were one of the forces of the Xie family before, he had completely left the Xie family for many years. Leaving here and getting involved in disputes? After Xie Xiande gave a very generous reward, the blacksmiths were immediately divided into two factions. One faction was unwilling to come out again, thinking of spending his life here in a dull manner. The other faction recalled the past living conditions, and compared the current days, he complained about the bitterness.

The final decision was still with Fan Fu. In the end, Fan Fu's decision was to keep the fertile land if he was willing to stay. If he was unwilling to stay, he would follow Xie Xiande to leave together.

Xie Xiande finally left with more than thirty blacksmiths in disappointment. Fan Fu was also leaving with him. Fan Fu did not immediately agree to be loyal to Duan Mingyu. This time he went there just to see how capable Duan Mingyu was and whether he deserved his loyalty.

Xie Xiande knew that these thirty people were not as good as Fan Fu's finger. It was not that Fan Fu's iron-shot skills were so high that they were superb, but that Fan Fu had a method of manufacturing crossbows.

This student can be a frequent issue at one time, so it is no exaggeration to say that Fan Fu can be an army of thousands of people. Xie Xiande has made up his mind that if he cannot recruit this person in the end, he must send someone to do him. On this day, the group came to the camp in the suburbs. Xie Xiande felt something was wrong this time, so no one came up to question him. When he came here for the first time, even Xu Zuye was confirmed by more than a dozen guard posts in secret before he passed.

But this time it was a smooth journey, and the camp was empty. Xie Xiande was shocked. Could it be that the Qin family had already uprooted the camp?

This bad idea emerged in Xie Xiande's mind and could not be removed.

Xie Xiande hurriedly took the blacksmith behind him to take two steps in three steps. When he walked outside Duan Mingyu's room, Xie Xiande breathed a sigh of relief: "Grandma, scare me!"

What are these kids peeping at? Is the young master playing 3P?

When Xie Xiande thought of this, he couldn't help but cough twice, but no one looked back at him. Xie Xiande coughed twice again, but no one still blasped him.

So, Xie Xiande became even more determined in his thoughts.

Fan Fu asked, "Mr. Xie, do you have a problem with your throat?"

"Ahem, the weather changes relatively quickly, I can't adapt at once!" Xie Xiande said awkwardly.

Fan Fu nodded suspiciously, and then asked, "Didn't you say you want to take us to see Mr. Duan? Which one is Mr. Duan there?"

Xie Xiande blushed: "No one is there, Mr. Duan is in the house!"

"Oh?" Fan Fu looked at the surrounded room thoughtfully, his face was gloomy and as if he was thinking about something.

Xie Xiande said: "Mr. Fan, please rest assured. My young master will definitely not be disrespectful to you!"

Fan Fu snorted, "I wonder what this young master is doing in the room? Since he will not be disrespectful to us, why didn't Mr. Xie go to inform us?"

"This, that... can I change the question?"

Fan Fu's long beard stands upside down: "No!"

Xie Xiande was so amused and laughed: "I... what's the matter with this stall?" If he reported it rashly, it would be a big problem if Mr. Duan was depressed!

Xie Xiande had no choice but to pat a team member on the shoulder and prepare to ask what was going on.

"Don't touch me, look, look, it's going to explode again!"

"Bang!"

Xie Xiande was startled by the weird voice: "Who is it? Who farts so loudly?"

Fan Fu walked forward: "From my years of experience, this is the sound of setting off firecrackers!"

Xie Xiande said awkwardly: "Is the firecrackers so loud?"

"Although this is just a guess, it is much more real than farts. I remember that Fan was young and often used gunpowder himself, and the noise he made was much bigger than ordinary firecrackers!"

Xie Xiande's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Is it possible..."

Fan Futie smiled and said, "I didn't expect that this young master is really a wonderful person. He has also learned about such a clever technique. Well, Fan is here right this time!"

At this moment, a deafening sound rang in everyone's ears.

"Boom!"

Xie Xiande and Fan Fu were a little far apart, which was better, but the onlookers were so scared that they ran away with their heads and pissing, making them feel so embarrassed!
Chapter completed!