The Jin army besieged the city, and the Song emperor’s daughter died

Chapter 18 Serving at the Ordnance Institute
On the third day of the first lunar month, Emperor Daojun hurried out of the city with all his troops!
The relatives and relatives of the emperor who were not able to follow Emperor Daojun cried so much that they could not recognize their relatives!
Webster even fainted from crying twice, but was saved both times by Kang Wang Zhao Gou who pinched him!

Zhao Fujin looked at this group of Zhao family members with mixed feelings in his heart, and he couldn't laugh or cry!
Returning to the imperial study, he was looking at the war map of the Song and Jin Dynasties that he had drawn a few years ago, frowning in thought, when the chamberlain led Guo Jing in: "Guan family, the person has been found!"

Zhao Fujin was delighted: "Where are the people?"

Guo Jing waved, and several imperial guards came in carrying a wooden box!
Zhao Fujin looked confused and looked at Guo Jing and pointed at the wooden box.

Guo Jing smiled and said: "It's more confidential this way!"

The wooden box was opened, and a down-and-out scholar in blue shirt was huddled inside the box with his clothes tied and a rag stuffed in his mouth, a look of horror on his face.

At Zhao Fujin's signal, Guo Jing untied him and pulled off the rag in his mouth.

The scholar looked at his surroundings, bowed his head and said, "Chen Qiong, a commoner, has seen officials."

Zhao Fujin smiled and said: "Mr. Shen, please get up quickly, Mr. wronged."

Mr. Shen?
Not to mention Shen Qiong himself, even Guo Jing, the Yamen of the Imperial City Department and the chamberlain who had not yet exited the imperial study were all stunned!
Unlike later generations who call others Mr., it is a respectful title for others.

In the Song Dynasty, it was [-] times more difficult to get the title "Mr." than to be a prime minister or a prince!
Throughout the 316 years of the Song Dynasty, there were only 8 people who could be called sir, and two of them were posthumously called sir.

If a person does not have the moral level of "bath body and virtue" or "reach far and wide" or his Taoist cultivation has not reached a very high level, it is impossible to be given the title of "Sir", especially if he is personally called by an official. Be "sir"!
What an honor!

Shen Qiong, who had just stood up, was extremely frightened. He bowed his head and bowed again: "The official... the common people also just learned about the explosion at Zhouqiao. It was not intentional by the common people. It was because they didn't check for a moment and mistakenly turned the iron cylinder into a firecracker and gave it to Xian Khan. The common people are guilty!"

Zhao Fujin waved his hand and signaled others to exit the imperial study!

When there was no one else in the imperial study room, Zhao Fujin lifted up his skirt, walked lightly to Shen Qiong, and helped him up: "Is your wifi at home telecom or mobile?"

Shen Qiong was stunned for a moment, at a loss.

When Zhao Fujin saw this, he was also stunned. He immediately tilted his head and asked pleasantly: "985? 211?"

Seeing that Shen Qiong still looked confused, Zhao Fujin felt a chill in his heart and asked without giving up: "Do you know Newton?"

Shen Qiong finally reacted this time: "Newton?"

Zhao Fujin almost jumped up in excitement: "You know?"

"The officials are talking about stewed beef...meat, right?"

Zhao Fujin's excited smile froze on his face: "I'm overthinking..."

Zhao Fujin, who sat back on the imperial desk again, suppressed his smile and looked like a cold empress: "Shen Qiong, what is in that iron tube?"

Shen Qiong replied nonchalantly: "Back to the official house, it's... black gunpowder!"

"Black powder?" Zhao Fujin sneered, "Do you think I'm easy to deceive?"

Although Zhao Fujin didn't understand these techniques, she also knew that with the power of black gunpowder in the Song Dynasty, it was impossible to have such a powerful explosion. Not to mention killing several people around, it would be good if it could kill Xianhan who sent the call. Got it!

"Officials and ordinary people dare not lie."

"Isn't black powder used to fill firecrackers? Can that thing kill so many people?"

Facing the empress's question, Shen Qiong didn't know how to explain it for a while. He was so anxious that he blushed. Fortunately, Zhao Fujin didn't rush him. After a long time, Shen Qiong pointed to the pen holder on the imperial desk and Nuonuo asked: "Grass people. I want to use this thing for a while."

Zhao Fujin was stunned, and then threw the pen holder to Shen Qiong: "Here, take it!" As soon as Shen Qiong got the pen holder, he suddenly seemed to be a different person. He cleared his throat and said: "The official's appearance is beautiful." Firecrackers put black powder into such a bamboo tube and ignite it through a fuse. After burning, it expands and the bamboo tube explodes."

Zhao Fujin corrected: "That's not the expansion of black gunpowder, that's the high temperature generated after burning, the gas expands, and the bamboo tube is broken."

Shen Qiong was startled and seemed a little happy: "Do officials also understand this?"

Zhao Fujin was too lazy to tell him what nine-year compulsory education was. He waved his hand and said, "Go on!"

"People have recently discovered that as long as the proportion of black powder ingredients is slightly adjusted, the power of firecrackers will be different from that of ordinary firecrackers. They are completely different from clouds and mud! Among them, seven and a half are flame salt, one and a half charcoal, and one and a half yellow teeth. According to This share makes the power increase dramatically."

"Oh? Then why did you put it in an iron tube?"

"The grassroots want to test whether the black powder made in this way can explode iron objects. If it can explode iron objects..."

"What do you want to do with it?"

"Iron firecrackers!" Shen Qiong looked a little excited: "At first, the common people just wanted to make better firecrackers for the boss. Officials, you think, if others are selling firecrackers, our boss is selling iron firecrackers, wouldn't the business be better? Do a lot.”

Zhao Fujin was speechless, what a selfless and dedicated migrant worker!
"Then your boss treats you well?"

"Three guan per month, including food and accommodation!"

Zhao Fujin was even more speechless. This salary just reached the current minimum wage in Kaifeng City!

Shen Qiong smiled bitterly: "But I didn't expect that the power of this iron firecracker is amazing. Now that it has caused a big disaster, the common people are willing to take the blame!"

Zhao Fujin sighed softly: "Are you willing to take the blame and make meritorious service?"

When Shen Qiong heard this, he nodded repeatedly: "The common people are willing! I wonder what the officials want the common people to do?"

Zhao Fujin pulled out a piece of paper, dipped his brush in ink, and started drawing on the paper: "I saw a magic weapon in my dream. I'll draw it for you."

After waiting for a moment, Zhao Fujin pushed the drawn paper to Shen Qiong: "It's a thing like this. If you press this button, you can shoot out iron bullets. As for the secret behind it, think about it carefully and make one for me to see. If it is done, I will not only pardon your innocence, but I will also promote you to a higher rank."

Hearing this, Shen Qiong couldn't hide the excitement on his face: "I never thought that my Shen family would be able to revive again. The officials can rest assured, and the common people will live up to the emperor's kindness!"

After hearing what Shen Qiong said, Zhao Fujin asked curiously: "Who are your ancestors?"

Shen Qiong puffed up his chest and said, "My ancestor once served as the Prime Minister of Dali Temple, and his name was Shen Zengqing."

I have no memory of this name, Zhao Fujin. It must have been a long time ago.

"Although my great-uncle is a high-ranking official with a low official position, he has left a book that officials should have heard of."

Zhao Fujin yelled: "What book?"

Shen Qiong's chest puffed out even higher: ""Mengxi Bi Tan""

Zhao Fujin's eyes lit up: "Is Shen Kuo your uncle?"

Seeing the change in the empress's expression, Shen Qiong felt a little guilty: "Ah... yes... it's just that... she is from the eight clans, but she is still within the nine clans, so she can be considered a close relative, right?"

Zhao Fujin chuckled when he heard this: "Forget it, after all, if you want to kill the nine tribes, you have to come and join in the number. Well, since you are a descendant of Shen Kuo, I will find you a job. Go to Nancheng Ordnance Station, swords and guns There’s no need to touch the bows and crossbows. Just think about the drawings I gave you. I’ll talk to you later when I’m free!”

(End of this chapter)