boom!
Another loud noise came, and a gap was blasted out in the wall of the Xiyuan Courtyard of Wulinghou Mansion!
Li Changkong, who was still sleeping, was directly awakened by the huge explosion. He sat up, put on his clothes, and ran to the courtyard.
As expected, a group of craftsmen were looking at the blown-up courtyard wall with mixed feelings of joy and sorrow.
Fortunately, after so many days, I finally got some results from my research.
Of course, he was worried because he failed to control the explosion range and blew up the courtyard wall of the Hou Mansion.
When he saw Li Changkong coming out, his anxiety reached its peak in an instant.
Everyone lowered their heads involuntarily and remained silent.
He was even prepared to be beaten severely and expelled from the Hou Mansion.
The Li family is now one of the most prominent families in Daqian.
Such nobles often value face more than anything else!
I'm a stupid person, but I blew up a good courtyard wall!
Isn't this just a slap in the face?
How could Prince Li give up?
After Li Changkong came out, his face was indeed serious.
Without saying a word, he walked to the bombed courtyard wall, squatted down, and observed carefully.
When the craftsmen saw this, they couldn't help but look at each other.
He secretly said that he was going to die, and he was probably calculating how much money he would have to pay.
After Li Changkong read it, he turned around, his face was surprisingly solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Who bombed it."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone knew that the time had come to kill the chicken to scare the monkey.
In line with the idea that a dead Taoist friend should not die a poor Taoist, most of the craftsmen took a step back, leaving only a young man standing in the center of the courtyard with a pale face.
This young man was wearing coarse linen clothes and looked to be no more than 20 or 30 years old. Under Li Changkong's gaze, sweat appeared on his forehead and his legs gradually began to tremble.
"May I have your name?"
"The villain Li Xiang."
"Li Xiang, where is your ancestral home?"
"Ganzhou, come to Qiandu to seek a living." As he spoke, Li Xiang couldn't help but bend his waist, with a look of begging on his face.
The implication of this sentence is that he cannot afford to pay back the money and hopes that Li Changkong will be extra merciful.
Li Changkong turned a deaf ear and continued to ask, "How long have you been here?"
"Five days."
"It's only been five days? Have you learned any relevant knowledge before?"
"Relevant knowledge? What is that?" Li Xiang was already a bit silent, feeling that he was probably not going to die soon.
"It seems there is none."
"Talents, Ganzhou is truly a treasure, with talents emerging in large numbers." Li Changkong's tone suddenly became brighter, he clapped his hands in admiration, and continued to ask: "How much do you earn per month now?"
"About two taels of silver." Hearing the question about the silver, Li Xiang became even more uneasy.
At first, the work of two taels of silver per month was almost overtaken by the craftsmen in Qiandu City.
He almost went through a lot of hard work to get this position.
If he lost it, he would regret it to death.
However, the next moment, Li Changkong said: "From today on, you will be solely responsible for the research and development of black powder, and your monthly salary will increase to ten taels of silver!"
As soon as these words came out, it was like thunder rising from the ground.
Everyone in the audience felt as if they had been struck by lightning. They were stunned on the spot, at a loss, and there was only confusion in their eyes.
After quite a while, Li Xiang asked hesitantly: "Master, you... you are not joking."
He was a little embarrassed, feeling that such a huge good thing didn't seem like it would happen to him.
"Why, is it necessary for me, the young master, to fight with you and lie?" Li Changkong snorted coldly.
When Li Xiang heard this, he immediately felt relieved.
Li Changkong's reaction showed that the matter was true.
If you still praise him, he will feel that it is untrue.
"Master, actually, the explosion was small." At this moment, among all the craftsmen who took a step back, one of them had a goatee and was wearing a sheepskin fur. He looked at a man in his forties or fifties coming out and said cautiously. .
When Li Xiang heard this, his face suddenly showed anger.
This group of bastards retreated faster than anyone else when they first had to take responsibility, but now that they have seen a raise in wages, they appear one after another.
When Li Changkong heard this, he sneered and said, "Really?"
"Li Xiang, is what he said true?"
When the goatee heard this, he glared at Li Xiang fiercely, as if to warn him about what he should and should not say.
When Li Xiang saw this, he suddenly felt worried.
This goatee's nephew works as an errand in the Qiandu City Yamen. Although he is only the smallest policeman, he is still an official errand.
I came here from Ganzhou, how could I offend someone who was unfamiliar with the place.
In desperation, he sighed and was about to speak when he heard Li Changkong say again: "If you can produce usable black gunpowder within half a month, I will reward you with a hundred taels of silver and keep you as a servant in Wulinghou Mansion." .”
As soon as these words came out, Goatee's face suddenly turned pale.
In contrast, Li Xiang was in disbelief at first, and then his face lit up.
He glared at Goatee equally viciously, and then said frankly: "Master, Lao Yang has no other help except to help move the materials."
"The proportions of saltpeter, sulfur and charcoal are all made by villains." Although Li Xiang was from a humble background and had no systematic study, he seemed to be naturally interested in gunpowder and quite talented.
So I keenly captured that the key to preparing black gunpowder is the ratio of several materials!
Therefore, black gunpowder could be initially developed in a short period of time.
"Well, you're not bad." Li Changkong nodded, and then shouted: "Li Long!"
Not long after, Li Long, dressed in peasant uniforms, hurried over and said, "En Mansion, what are your orders?"
Li Changkong pointed at Li Xiang and said: "This person has a little talent in blasting. From now on, you can spare half an hour every day to teach him and teach him to become a talent."
"Promise, Long will obey the master's orders."
Li Xiang's eyes nearly popped out when he heard this.
The man in peasant clothes, even with mud on his legs, looks inconspicuous.
But in the entire Wulinghou Mansion, no one dared to look down upon him.
After all, this is the Hubu Diannongcheng who was granted the title by the late emperor, a sixth-rank official who is upright in the Eight Classics, and the Jieyuan of Qiandu City!
Once upon a time, he was also a person who made waves in Qiandu City and became extremely popular!
Compared with big guys like Li Changkong and Li Zhufeng, he is naturally inferior.
But compared to them, he is already a huge figure!
I was able to get his instruction and learn how to read and write!
That's true, the ancestral tombs are smoking, no, the ancestral tombs are exploding!
However, completely different from Li Xiang's reaction of almost crying with joy, Goatee's expression was gloomy, and he looked at Li Xiang with an unpleasant look!
Why did he, a low-class person from Ganzhou, get such an honor!
I am a native of Qiandu City, and I have a nephew who works as a yamen servant, so he is no more noble than this bastard.
Such a good thing must be his turn!
However, just when he looked at Li Xiang with evil eyes, Li Changkong's eyes swept over.
