After the bag of explosives burned out, Cao Chong cautiously stepped forward, picked up a dead branch everywhere, and carefully fiddled with the bag of explosives.
There was no sound other than a few sparks snorting.
Cao Chong's heart was relieved, but his face was not very good-looking.
He stepped forward and tossed the explosives bag with a dead branch, and the original yellow-black powder in it was now all white, and some of it was sticky together, becoming pieces of gunpowder slag.
The world's first blasting experiment failed in the thirteenth year of Jian'an Although Cao Chong's brows were furrowed, he was not much discouraged in his heart, every great invention appeared to experience countless failures, and now, it is only the first time Cao Chong took out a piece of Caihou paper and a brush in his cuffs, and immediately recorded the data on them In Cao Chong's memory, the ratio of this gunpowder seems to be one to three, and it should be impossible to remember wrong.
So these three packs of explosives are three saltpeter powder, one part sulfur and one part toner, and three sulfur powder, one part saltpeter powder and one part toner, and three toner powder, one saltpeter powder and sulfur one Cao Chong thought to himself, how can one of these three explosives bags be blown up However, Cao Chong may have really misremembered The next two explosives packets, no different from the previous ones, if anything, were one of them coughing.
Cao Chong looked disappointed and let out a long sigh in his heart Damn it What other traversers can make at once, I Cao Chong can't make for Mao How can there be heavenly justice?
Because Cao Chong was lying on the ground, his face and Confucian clothes were full of dust at this moment, and Cao Chong's strange behavior naturally made Long Zhi feel a little puzzled.
In other words, there is something terrible in my heart This son, it can't be hysteria "Beren, let's go back again" Cao Chong pulled the reins and was about to get on the horse, but was pulled down by Ryuji.
Cao Chong's face was full of doubts, but Na Longzhi didn't give Cao Chong time to think, his mouth was full of Shanyue language, and then he punched him directly. bang Cao Chong felt a pain on the left side of his face, and the whole person was knocked out by Long Zhi.
Damn, is this kid a fine worker?
Could it be that I, Cao Chong, am going to die here today?
No Lao Tzu has not realized his ambitions yet, Liu Daer is still arrogant in Jingzhou, Sun Xiao is still waiting for the little master I can't die Just as Cao Chong was thinking wildly, Long Zhi came over and helped Cao Chong up.
"Childe, wake up" Cao Chong looked at the concerned smile on Long Zhi's face, raised his head in confusion and looked around, could it be that it was someone else who hit me But within a radius of 100 meters, there are only you and me The anger in Cao Chong's heart was suddenly ignited, and he pushed Long Zhi out, his eyes full of murderous energy.
"Boren, why did you hurt me?"
Ryuji looked panicked, and quickly knelt on the ground, and the words he said also stumbled.
"Yu Gongzi, this is the custom of the Shanyue tribe, if you see someone stupid, you have to wake him up and the villain is impulsive, and ask Gongzi for forgiveness" Stupid Cao Chong looked at Long Zhi, who slammed his head on the ground, and his anger disappeared suddenly He suddenly realized who he was, and what kind of era it was What is Cao Chong's identity The son of the prime minister, Xu Ducai, was born with a golden key, and when he grows up, his future must be limitless.
And such people are playing in the mud here Do something that there is not, even if the gunpowder is really drummed out, in their hearts, Cao Chong will be labeled as not doing his job.
How could the carpenter emperor be so easy If Cao Chong is really labeled with this label, it is still unknown whether Xin Bi will support himself in a down-to-earth manner.
Identity determines what you have to do, you Cao Chong is a leader, not an inventor, you have to remember your identity.
Long Zhi's punch woke Cao Chong up "Get up," Cao Chong stepped forward and helped Long Zhi up.
"Xie Gongzi" and the latter held up in vain.
Cao Chong looked at Long Zhi, who was pale, and suddenly laughed.
"Boren, your punch really woke me up, and when you see me like this in the future, you will fight a few more times, you know" Ryuji touched his head with his backhand, but his face was very strange, he muttered in his mouth, but in his heart he wanted to punch again.
The night was hazy, Cao Chong's ears were full of insects and birds, the lights in the house were swaying at this time, Cao Chong touched his left face with some pain, and looked at the young scribe in front of him.
"Deshui, near this Xudu, there are alchemists" Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Cao Chong asked this question, but he still answered.
"As far as the villain knows, near Xudu, there should be no so-called alchemists, the son must know that the alchemists are the remnants of the yellow turban, and they must not have a relationship with them."
Cao Chong shook his head, this Zhao Yan probably thought that he was looking for an alchemist because he wanted to seek immortality like Emperor Qin and Han Wu But he naturally misunderstood, and Cao Chong didn't explain, and asked again: "Do you know the alchemist?"
Alchemists are basically Taoists, and during the Three Kingdoms period, the largest branch of Taoism was Taiping Dao.
And this Taiping Tao is naturally the sect that Zhang Jiao believes in.
On Cao Cao's side, an alchemist is not an upright profession, just like a rat crossing the street, once discovered, it is basically a dead word Zhao Yan shook his head and arched his hand and said, "There was one a few years ago, but it was burned to death by the people of the government."
The mighty Yellow Turban Rebellion exhausted the vitality of the Central Plains and the government's tolerance for these sects.
Even if Cao Chong was already mentally prepared for this, when Zhao Yan said this, he was still a little disappointed in his heart.
"Okay, let's go out first" Cao Chong naturally looked for an alchemist not for immortality, but for gunpowder Historically, gunpowder was invented by alchemists, and if Cao Chong couldn't make gunpowder by himself, he would naturally have to find someone else.
Gunpowder is too important to Cao Chong It was also too important to Cao Cao Imagine that Cao Cao had gunpowder in the Battle of Chibi, would Cao Cao still lose?
Before your Huang Gai's warship arrived, Lao Tzu's explosives package fed you all to the fish also burned the battalion and a fart But if there was no alchemist, then Cao Chong could only turn his target to someone else "Childe, don't be attached to those cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, the way of nothingness, Childe still has to be realistic, and protect himself with the way of sages" Cao Chong couldn't cry or laugh, and hurriedly waved his hand, this Zhao Yan, how can he not change the problem of talking too much "Let's go down first" "Childe" "Let's go down" "Ahh Zhao Yan let out a heart-wrenching sigh as if he saw that Cao Chong had been addicted to the left side of the door, and then walked out with an unwilling face.
Of course, in Zhao Yan's heart, this matter is not over I, Zhao Yan, must let my son change his ways, know his way back, and be a qualified leader In the room, Cao Chong's eyes flickered, and he suddenly grabbed his hair in distress.
If it is to make gunpowder, that person must be a cronie, otherwise once this news is revealed, it will definitely be a loss for Cao Chong.
And it's better not to be a reader Most of the scholars of this era were Confucianism, and although Confucianism has not completely muted now, there are already signs of it If they were to make gunpowder, they would have thought like this: If you want us to put down the sage book and play in the mud, you are sure you are not insulting me Cao Chong shook his head, he just wanted to lie down and sleep, and think about it tomorrow, but the image of a person suddenly jumped in front of Cao Chong
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