Actually, Zhao Yan went to the bookstore because he was bored and had nothing to do.
Everything was decided and arranged by him verbally. As for the more specific matters, Dun Ruo and his subordinates would naturally arrange them. He really had nothing to do.
Now that he had finished looking, he realized that the preparations here were quite good.
Everything was ready, all that was left was the opening!
Then he didn't have to worry about it.
Thus, Zhao Yan, accompanied by Dun Ruo and his guards, walked back to his small courtyard with his short legs.
"Hehe, I finally have a chance to make black gunpowder!”
He had already ordered people to clear out everything in the courtyard, including the sand table and other things that Wang Yan had left behind.
He rubbed his fists!
"Young Master, why did you ask Nu Qing to clear this courtyard?”
The servant girl who participated in the clearing activity asked curiously.
Zhao Yan, who had always been easy to talk to, said mysteriously,
"Heaven's secrets can't be revealed..."
"Go and help me prepare some more things!”
Modern people who read novels basically knew that the raw materials of gunpowder were nothing more than charcoal, sulfur, and saltpeter.
However, in ancient times, one could understand how troublesome it was to obtain these raw materials.
Just the sulfur alone was something that only Warlocks had in Great Qin.
At this time, sulfur was not called sulfur. It was collectively called stone sulfur. Moreover, the sulfur used by people was mainly natural. There was no refining technology, which led to a small amount.
Fortunately, when the system gave Zhao Yan the formula for the black gunpowder, it also gave him the method to make the raw materials.
He only needed to find these raw materials and then make charcoal, sulfur, and saltpeter of suitable quality!
This was not a small project.
However, Zhao Yan, who had always been lazy, was more enthusiastic about this matter than anyone could imagine…
He spent almost every day in the workshop where raw materials were made. Even if he did not have to do the work himself, he had to be a supervisor, afraid that one of the servants would not do it well and make a mistake.
" Is Young Master possessed…"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
"If not, why do you keep circling around that place all day…"
“……”
The servants were all secretly discussing Zhao Yan's abnormal behavior during this period of time. Of course, he had also heard about it, but he did not care.
Hmph, stupid ancient people!
You don't understand what I'm doing now!
With this mentality, Zhao Yan busied himself in the workshop for half a month.
Finally.
Twenty days later, everything was ready.
"Young Master, why did we move these things here…"
After the servants finished moving the things and placed them in the places designated by Zhao Yan, they finally asked the question in their hearts.
Now, the entire courtyard had been cleared out, and the empty space was filled with all kinds of raw materials.
Zhao Yan didn't say anything. He just waved his hand at everyone, signaling them to leave.
The servants looked at each other.
What was Young Master doing?
"What are you waiting for? Get out, leave the things here.”
Seeing that they were not moving, Zhao Yan could only chase them out with his two short legs.
After all, the black gunpowder experiment was a very dangerous thing.
He knew the power of the explosion and the commotion it caused, so he was not flustered.
However, if these ancient people who had never seen anything like this were left in the courtyard, they would probably suffer a lot if the explosives did not hurt anyone!
After everyone left, he instructed them not to act rashly no matter what they heard.
Zhao Yan made his move.
15 portions of saltpeter, 3 portions of charcoal, 2 portions of sulfur…
He unfolded a huge piece of rice paper according to the ratio given by the system. He placed all the ingredients on it according to the ratio and stirred them evenly.
At this moment, Zhao Yan couldn't help but regret chasing her away earlier.
With his current height, it would be difficult for him to even stir it with a stick…
If only he had asked them to mix them up before going out.
However, it was useless to regret now.
After all, the system had rewarded him with a body of steel. In terms of strength alone, even a few servants added together were not as strong as him.
"Damn, forget it. I'm Popeye who ate spinach now!”
After stirring the mixture, Zhao Yan neatly wrapped up the huge piece of specially made rice paper.
There was also a fuse inside.
It was a huge explosive bag!
The reason why he didn't choose to use oilpaper was because oilpaper was originally used to prevent explosives from becoming damp and deteriorating.
The raw materials were freshly baked in the family workshop and made on the spot. There was no need to prevent moisture.
"We've finally reached this step!"
Zhao Yan was very excited.
This was black gunpowder!
Although it was a crude explosive pack, it was still a product that spanned more than ten centuries. The earliest black gunpowder appeared in the late Tang Dynasty.
He was holding the lighter that the system had rewarded him with.
Pa da.
A flame shot out of the lighter.
Zhao Yan held it with his child-like hand and lit it up.
Pfft--
The fuse was ignited.
He quickly ran behind the mound that he used as cover.
Boom!
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