"Old minister, I pay homage to the Emperor." The Minister of War and others were about to kneel down and pay homage.
"No gifts, no gifts." Xuanyuan Jing waved his hand:
"Sit, sit, sit."
Xuanyuan Jing just learned from Zhao Wujiang that sulfur, saltpeter and carbon powder are loaded in a sealed container according to a specific ratio. If ignited or violently collided, a violent fire will occur. The violent fire will turn into an explosion, which is extremely lethal.
A combination of sulfur, saltpeter, carbon powder, etc. is called gunpowder.
Gunpowder Gunpowder is called gunpowder because, firstly, it produces fierce fire, and secondly, these three main things are usually medicinal materials.
Her heart was surging when she heard it, and she believed that Zhao Wujiang would not act without aim, and she had strong expectations for this gunpowder. Now that she saw the three ministers arriving, she quickly told them to skip the red tape.
The three ministers looked at each other, sat on their chairs, and waited quietly for the emperor's message, but the emperor did not speak, and Zhao Wujiang took over.
"My three gentlemen, I'll keep my story short." Zhao Wujiang said with a gentle smile on his face:
“Now that the war situation is unfavorable, there is an urgent need to change the war situation, increase morale, and repel southern Xinjiang.
I have a thing, let's call it gunpowder.
This substance is mainly composed of sulfur and saltpeter, supplemented by carbon powder or plant ash. When combined and stuffed into a container, it will explode immediately after being heated or impacted.
It has extremely wide lethality and can be used in war.
Your collaboration is needed now. "
Brimstone and saltpeter? Do you really need the medicinal materials stockpiled by the Imperial Medical Office? Taichang Temple Qing's old eyes trembled.
The Minister of Industry was already stunned on the spot. This seemed to be something he had been inspired by the alchemy furnace to develop before, but it failed. How did Zhao Wujiang get the raw materials he needed? Did he never tell anyone at the time?
Zhao Wujiang looked at the Minister of Works and gave serious instructions:
"Master Yan, the ratio of sulfur, saltpeter, and carbon powder is two, fifteen, and three.
Do not subject to violent collision or excessive heat. "
Yan An's heart was in turmoil. What does this ratio mean? Could this be the ratio that I couldn't figure out after thinking hard at the beginning? According to this ratio, can it be used as a fire attack weapon stably?
Zhao Wujiang looked so serious, as if this ratio was the correct answer after countless verifications, but where did Zhao Wujiang know it?
"One more thing, Mr. Yan, you usually like literati's calligraphy. You should know about calligraphy made of stone fat, right?" Zhao Wujiang didn't know that Yan An was upset, so he asked seriously.
"Of course, this ink is smooth and as bright as paint." The Minister of Industry came to his senses and nodded.
"Find the ink processing workshop, temporarily acquire all their stone resin, and send it to the southern battlefield!" Zhao Wujiang said seriously:
"After sending it, the stone grease should be stored among the people, and try not to use it for lighting or lubrication. This thing is of great use."
The Minister of the Ministry of Industry nodded somewhat dullly, feeling confused and frightened in his heart.
Taichang Temple Qing's old eyes were a little cloudy, and in his heart he did not approve of Zhao Wujiang's speech.
If three medicinal materials are mixed in this proportion, will it be of great use? Can it change the situation of the war? How can it be!
Looking at Yan Shangshu's appearance, he didn't say much. He even seemed to disdain to deny Zhao Wujiang and let Zhao Wujiang do whatever he wanted.
"Your Majesty, if there is anything else you can do, please give me your instructions." Taichang Temple Minister said respectfully. He was quite old, and his side meaning was obvious when he asked the Emperor at this moment.
He is willing to bow his head to the emperor, but you, Zhao Wujiang, just shut up and talk nonsense.
Xuanyuan Jing's eyebrows were majestic and her eyes flickered. She glanced at Zhao Wujiang. Zhao Wujiang nodded gently, so she said coldly:
"Stand back and do it immediately."
"Yes." The Minister of Taichang Temple nodded, and the other two veterans also bowed out.
Zhao Wujiang rubbed his fingers and decided to go to the Imperial Hospital to find some sulfur, saltpetre, wood charcoal to try.
