Zhu Biao: "...We originally wanted to show it to you."
At that time, he was thinking that he would wait until Chu Ze read the good news before reading this.
That's double the surprise.
As a result, Chu Ze gave them a surprise first.
The more this happened, the more Zhu Biao felt that this memorial came at the right time.
If not God bless the Ming Dynasty, what is it?
Chu Ze retracted his hand happily.
Zhu Xi and Zhu Di on the side looked straight in the eyes: "What exactly is written in this memorial, Chu Ze, come closer and tell us."
Chu Ze didn't say anything, and directly handed the memorial to the two of them, indicating that they could read it themselves.
Zhu Xi quickly reached out and grabbed it.
Zhu Di, who was one step behind, said, "What are you doing with your hands so fast!"
Although they were noisy, Zhu Di leaned over and looked at him without slowing down at all. He was afraid that Zhu Xi wouldn't let him look, so he clasped the man's shoulders tightly to prevent him from moving.
Zhu Feng couldn't run away, so he glared at him several times with his big white eyes.
After the two of them finished reading, their faces quickly turned red with excitement.
After reading it, the expressions of the two of them were similar to Chu Ze's. They wished they could just kneel down and kowtow to God on the spot.
"This time the Tatars are seeking death, hahahaha..."
"Second brother is so right. With this good thing, why worry about the Tatars not coming? When they come, we will go to their royal tent to sing and drink for three days!"
Only Xu Da still knows nothing.
Seeing the expressions of these two people that were almost the same as Chu Ze's, Xu Da's already strong curiosity suddenly soared.
"What exactly is written in this memorial? Let us take a look." Xu Da stretched out his hand and tentatively took the memorial into his hand.
This time, Zhu Zhen let go of his hand happily.
When he finished reading, Xu Da's eyes were astonishingly bright.
"What a good thing, what a good thing! We have been looking forward to this for many years. Unfortunately, we don't have this thing in Ming Dynasty. Our expectations have never come true. I didn't expect that it has come true now!" Xu Da almost jumped up with joy, but Giving Chu Ze and the others a chance to speak, he said excitedly, "As early as the Song Dynasty, there were fierce fire oil tanks available in the army, as well as cross-river dragons. Those unlucky people in the Yuan Dynasty also received the legacy of the Song Dynasty, and there were also some fierce fire oil tanks. It’s available. By the time our generation comes, there will be nothing.”
Xu Da wished he could travel back to the Yuan Dynasty and slap all those wasteful and unfortunate things!
Otherwise, how could they have no stone paint available if they used it too hard?
Zhu Xi nodded: "Yes, yes, Xu Shuai is right. We have heard about it a long time ago. This fierce fire oil tank is extremely lethal. If we can use this thing on the battlefield in the north, wouldn't it be awesome?" Coming to Tartar?”
When he thought of those arrogant barbarians who were beaten by the fierce fire oil tank and were unable to fight back, Zhu Xi was extremely happy.
"Second brother is right. Stone paint is extremely lethal and cannot be destroyed by water. What is the most common thing on the grassland? Grass! As long as we pour a layer of stone paint on those grasses, we will definitely be able to kill those Tatars. The Tartar barbarians will be burned to ashes!" Then their soldiers from the Ming Dynasty can wait for the fire to go out and go out to pick up the leaks.
Isn't this a good thing?
Zhu Biao thought so too.
He said to Chu Ze: "After the eleventh brother received the news, he immediately submitted a memorial. My father and I have already read it, and we both think it is best to use it on the battlefield."
"The oil tank is good, but my father asked us to ask if there is anything better."
Zhu Biao looked at Chu Ze expectantly.
Chu Ze looked at the several people discussing excitedly and felt so distressed that he couldn't breathe.
Stone paint is called petroleum in modern times.
In the Ming Dynasty, the only place with oil was Sichuan.
Historically, Sichuan during the Ming Dynasty did produce oil.
But that was when Zhu Houzhao, Emperor Zhengde of the Ming Dynasty, was in charge, not now.
But he never expected that they would all appear now.
Isn't this a blessing from God? !
But Zhu Ze's words made Chu Ze's heart ache.
Why does it hurt?
Pain for their waste!
How could something so good be wasted like this! !
Still pouring water on the ground?
When the water!
Just toss it around, right? !
Chu Ze was so angry that he couldn't speak.
He painfully pointed at these prodigal things, gritted his teeth and cursed: "Do you think you can have as much oil as you want? Think of it as water, right?"
In his day, oil was liquid gold.
Various countries in the world have had wars over this.
As a result, in the mouths of this group of people, it felt like a worthless and broken bowl.
He also poured oil on the ground. He wanted to take out their brains and pour them with oil to wake them up!
But Zhu Di's intention suddenly became distorted.
"What is oil?"
Xu Da had a rare insight: "Is it Shiqi?"
"But isn't that what this thing is used for?" Zhu Di also asked.
Zhu Biao was calm.
He looked at Chu Ze, waiting for his next words.
Chu Ze took several deep breaths before suppressing the speechlessness in his heart.
"That's right." After all, in this era, that's all they can do.
"But the uses of oil don't stop there."
Chu Ze's tone gradually became serious: "Oil is extremely rare. You can find this by looking at the geography. In the vast territory of our country, oil appears very rarely. The last time it appeared was in the Song Dynasty, and the reserves were all Not big."
If you want to have large oil reserves, you have to be in those countries that are in chaos all year round.
China has never had enough oil.
Even more so now.
"After petroleum is refined, you can get gasoline, diesel, asphalt, and even lubricating oil. Isn't this better than simply using crude oil?"
Zhu Biao was slightly startled.
Opening his mouth, Zhu Biao couldn't even utter a single word.
Because he couldn't understand a word of what Chu Ze said.
But he understood one thing.
"Then you mean that stone paint can be of greater use?" Zhu Biao looked at Chu Ze.
"But if this happens, then..." Zhu Xi frowned, glanced at Xu Da, and continued, "Then what we just said, wouldn't there be no chance?" He also wanted to completely trample the Tatars under his feet. Woolen cloth.
But without the fierce fire oil tank, their combat power would be greatly reduced.
Although the Tatars can resist at the border, it is still difficult to completely crush them.
The joy on Zhu Di's face also faded.
Xu Da said excitedly: "That won't work! Isn't it just stone paint? If it can be used now, it will definitely be available in the future. It's a rare opportunity now, how can we miss it? We should take this opportunity to make the fierce fire oil tank. , beat those barbarians back to their hometown completely!"
Zhu Xi and Zhu Di both mean this.
But judging from Chu Ze’s intention, it seems he doesn’t want to…
The three of them looked at Chu Ze one after another, their unwillingness almost turning into reality.
"..." Chu Ze was speechless, "We're not saying it's impossible, but we're just saying that good things must be maximized. A high-fire oil tank is good, but it's too much of a waste of oil. We have to get one that's more economical and more affordable. usage."
(End of chapter)
