Three Kingdoms, at the beginning of the game, recognize the thief as the father, hit the spectacle,

Needless to say, among this group of servants, there are really one or two knowledgeable ones.

A few days ago, in order to ensure the safety of the Marquis Mansion of the Kingdom of Wan when he was not in Lujiang, Zhang Yan deliberately "retired" a group of soldiers from Lujiang's No. home.

Just now, those men shaking their heads and commenting on the firecrackers in the distance were the nursing homes that Zhang Yanxin had found.

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"I can't... Didn't we just watch the Lord fuel these things with our own eyes?"

Beside this person, another somewhat short guy continued.

He is also from the same army, so he naturally knows what the man just said about dumb fire.

Due to various reasons such as moisture and deterioration, the gunpowder used in artillery may not be able to ignite with a certain probability during actual combat.

This is the so-called dumb fire.

Take the army in Lujiang as an example. Their ammunition is managed and prepared by special arsenals, and the misfire rate is about [-]%.

That's pretty low already.

If it is newly made gunpowder, almost [-]% can be ignited smoothly.

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"Then why has it been so long, that thing hasn't even moved..."

A whining sound sounded in Zhang Yan's ears, but before he could react, he heard an extremely sudden explosion, which made everyone tremble in fright.

"bang!"

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"Ouch!"

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"ah!"

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"woc!"

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All kinds of messy voices sounded, some were amazed, some were afraid, and some were stunned, looking at the dark wreckage in the distance, with their mouths wide open, not knowing what to say.

Zhang Yan could see clearly that at the moment when the firecracker exploded just now, Qiao Ying, who was not far away from him, was in shock and almost fell to the ground beside him.

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PS: Chapter 3~

Guess what the next chapter is called, if you guess correctly, you will continue to add more.

The hint is that it is also four words.

Those who think I have a mixed composition should have been able to guess.

It still has nothing to do with the content of the article.

In addition, the Hedgehog cat review has recently gone to work, and it seems that there are two Lifan articles that have lost their handles, so let's do it and cherish it.

It's not that I don't build politics, it's just that it's not easy to write a book. If you don't have 200 million words, you won't.

Furthermore, the New Year is over, and I am ready to enter the main text.

There won't be too many daily essays in the future, and the pace may need to be sped up a bit.

Chapter 13 Vientiane Lonely

"Haha, how about it, is it fun?"

A little funny walked towards the mansion, Zhang Yan held Qiao Ying who was still trembling in his arms, and couldn't help asking her.

"I told you to cover your ears, but you just don't believe me... Are you scared now?"

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"……Humph!"

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All Zhang Yan got back was a cute white eye.

Clenched in his arms, Qiao Ying's cheeks are still a little red now——

This is not excited, but really scared.

The evidence is that Zhang Yan is already hugging Qiaoying's shoulders vigorously, but when Qiaoying is walking, her feet still seem to be floating in mid-air, and she can't use her strength.

In other words, your legs are so frighteningly weak.

If it wasn't for Zhang Yan following by, she would probably have fallen to the ground by now.

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"Okay, okay, don't look like that, can't I let it go in front of you in the future?"

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Looking at Qiao Ying with a smile, Zhang Yan was in a terribly happy mood.

Maybe this is the nature of a child. They say they just want to celebrate the New Year with excitement, but when the firecrackers are set off, who doesn't want someone to be frightened by them?

Although I feel sorry for Qiao Ying, but the smile will not disappear, it will only transfer from one person's face to another person's face.

In addition, Qiao Ying's body bones are inherently soft, now that she is frightened like this, her whole body is as if her bones have been removed, she is soft and comfortable to hold.

Zhang Yan is naturally happier...

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Back in the mansion, after the previous playfulness, the time is now very close to midnight.

When he was just outside the door, Zhang Yan had already heard the watchman announce the time. Now that the time of Haishi is over, the time of Zishi is coming, which is the time when the new year's festivals come together in a year.

After a day and night of busy work, the kitchen in the mansion has successfully prepared a large table of New Year's Eve dishes.

There must be one for cattle and sheep, right?

There must be one chicken and duck, right?

There must be one for fish and seafood, right?

There must be a meat dish and a bone dish, right?

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For this year's New Year's Eve dinner, Zhang Yan ordered the kitchen to prepare it completely according to the standards of later generations.

After possessing such an unreasonable thing as "iron pot", the four simple cooking techniques of steaming, boiling, roasting and roasting in the Eastern Han Dynasty became more and more abundant in a very short period of time.

Although compound methods such as "Jiao Liu" and "oil cooking" have not yet appeared, simple frying and cooking will soon enrich the dining table of the Eastern Han people...at least the Lujiang people.

Simple three meat, three vegetarian and six small cold dishes, plus a variety of delicious ingredients from the mountains and forests around the Lujiang River...

A large table with a total of more than ten hot and cold dishes was placed in the main hall like this, waiting for Zhang Yan to serve.

As for those servants and the like... They naturally also have meat to eat.

It's the Chinese New Year, and Zhang Yan is not stingy at all in rewarding them materially.Except for some ingredients that the law expressly stipulates that civilians cannot eat, the tables of these servants are simply a simplified version of the main table, and there are even more meat, pickles and other things.

After all, it is always right for the working people to eat more meat and salt...

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As for Zhang Yan's table...

Although the preparations were rich, there were only a handful of four people who could actually serve the table.

This was the result of Zhang Yan not paying attention to "religious etiquette" and forcibly pulling Ye'er and the others to the dining table.

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Otherwise, only Zhang Yan and Qiao Ying could move the chopsticks in this reunion dinner, which mainly focuses on reunion... What's the point of that?

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Although there are not many people at the table now, sitting around Zhang Yan with four people is more lively than two people alone...

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"Phew, tasting the good wine in the cup and admiring the lanterns on the dome together is saying goodbye to the old year and welcoming the new one."

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Muttering something half-literal, Zhang Yan said a toast that he didn't know where he copied it, and he raised his glass to several people like this, with a gentle smile on his face.

In a practical sense, he was considered half illiterate in the Eastern Han Dynasty.It's like reciting poems or something... Unless he is copying those old famous poems, if he is asked to make up on the spot, he will not be able to make up anything good.

Fortunately, none of the people here today are outsiders.

In a sense, there is nothing wrong with being an "insider".

Qiao Ying was the first to raise her glass with her lips pursed, and looked into Zhang Yan's eyes, as if there were stars twinkling.

Several people's wine glasses...or wine bottles collided in the air, making a nice crisp sound.

And after Zhang Yan drank the whole glass of wine in one gulp, Qiao Ying and others also accompanied him one after another. After a while, everyone's faces became rosy.

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"so good……"

"Although this year has been full of disasters and disasters, it has finally passed."

"I don't want glory and wealth, I don't want power to overwhelm the world, I just want to live a more stable life next year."

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Taking two mouthfuls of food from the table, Zhang Yan sat on the head seat of the room, looking at the people in front of him, he couldn't help being distracted.

Outside the door, there were one or two explosions from time to time.

It was the servants in the mansion who had nothing to do, playing with the dozen or so firecrackers left by Zhang Yan.