The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

Sulfur, willow carbon and saltpeter are the basic materials for making black gunpowder.

The folk formula is one sulfur, two nitrates and three charcoal, but the proportion given in the owner's instructions is 15:2:3, and the proportion of nitrate is greatly put.

There are many mountains in Yunnan, and there is no lack of hot springs, and the trees all over the mountains do not lack high-quality charcoal. Carts and carts transport materials to small villages. Even if they are covered with tarpaulins, they can't see what they are, and they also attract the curious eyes of countless mountain people.

"Master, if you tell boundless the way, go out first."

Standing at the gate of the yard specially cleaned up, he kept the door firmly and didn't want Jiang qianxia to take the slightest risk.

"I only know a general idea myself. How can I tell you?"

Crying and laughing, Jiang qianxia said helplessly, "don't worry, this yard doesn't even have a spark. It's absolutely not dangerous to only deal with materials!"

"In case someone deliberately murders..."

"Wild mountains, where can I find someone with a heart? Besides, you don't know how many people are guarding outside the yard?"

Looking at the time delay, Jiang qianxia said impatiently, "don't grind it. Grandpa sun is watching. I'm sure they can't even fly in!"

He slipped in from the open arm of boundless. Jiang qianxia trotted, tied his sleeve with a long rope, greeted boundless into the house, turned and closed the door tightly.

"Well..."

Looking at the materials in a room, Jiang qianxia was at a loss for a moment - which step did he start?

"Well... Let's pick out the materials in proportion according to five kilograms of finished products, and then grind them?"

The initial state of gunpowder is powder. It seems feasible to start from here.

The two people who had planned to do a serious experiment, each with a small stone mill, began to grind carefully, just like an excellent donkey.

A morning's time was so numbly wasted on grinding materials that he didn't care to eat. Jiang qianxia shook his stiff and sour arm and refreshed himself.

"We seem to lack a sieve and a lot of eggs?"

"... chicken, egg?"

Looking strange, he went to the guard outside and asked for a basket of eggs. He coughed endlessly: "master, all the eggs are fresh from the mountain people."

"Well, as long as the egg white doesn't have egg yolk, wash your hands first and don't dirty the egg yolk."

Looking at the small earth egg, Jiang qianxia subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

"Finish it quickly. Let's have egg fried rice."

Silently evoke the corners of my mouth, the speed of beating eggs is much faster.

A basin of egg liquid, which was beaten out by dozens of eggs, was carefully scooped into a basin containing fire powder by Jiang qianxia.

The sticky and prickly touch made Jiang qianxia's disgusting grin.

"Eh... What is this..."

The egg white powder surface was as rotten as the steamed stuffed bun surface with too much water. With a disdain on his face, he wiped the edge of the basin. Jiang qianxia's broken pot was broken. This basin didn't know what to do. He poured it into the sieve and tried to roll it.

"Gee, I seem to have failed..."

Looking awkwardly at the sieve covered with gunpowder mud, Jiang qianxia was somewhat discouraged.

He chuckled and said, "if you guess well, what the master wants is that kind of small round grain?"

His eyes brightened in vain, and Jiang qianxia nodded wildly with expectation.

"Yes, yes! Do you know how to do it?"

"Well, if there is no accident, there is no limit to know."

He carefully helped Jiang qianxia wash his hands. With a boundless smile, he rushed Jiang qianxia to the chair in the corner and handed her the remaining egg yolk.

"Master, let boundless do this kind of rough work. Don't you want to eat egg fried rice later? Stir the egg yolk evenly first."

The sun outside the window is very good, the air in winter is relatively dry, but the sky is like a huge sapphire, which makes people's mind open.

Looking out of the window at the blue sky, Jiang qianxia mechanically stirred the foamed egg liquid - like a beautiful fool.

Sure enough, practice produces true knowledge and rich theory, which does not mean that practical operation can be competent.

She's a liberal arts student. Why bother with granular black powder? Can't you just use powdered ones?

Angry, the master's majesty is gone

Different from Jiang qianxia's skeptical life, boundless tried it twice, and skillfully made the granular black gunpowder, and the particles are fine and uniform. It looks like a good thing.

"Because we are used to open mountains, we don't need to pursue fragment damage. Just find some thick bamboo tubes to fill and seal. Remember to pull out the lead that can ignite..."

I'm not ready to intervene. Jiang qianxia continues to stir the egg liquid without looking back. Just tell the rest of the steps and let boundless finish it.

There are many bamboo tubes. After running back and forth twice, I figured out and mastered the techniques of blocking gaps with mud and drilling with iron needles.

The sun just began to slant westward, and boundless prepared three earth bombs that looked simple and looked like a large artillery battle.

The bamboo tube filled with gunpowder is a big belly bamboo with great capacity, and the soft bamboo walls inside are carefully cleaned by him with a knife, leaving only a thin but tough bamboo tube.

In other words, the weight of the three heavy hand pressing bombs in Jiang qianxia's hand is not much different from that kind of small explosive package.

After weighing twice, Jiang qianxia calmly ignores the boundless expectation, stirs the foamy egg liquid like the egg stirrer, and silently carries it up.

"I don't know how to face them now, especially ghost one and poison scholar, so you go to move some kitchen utensils and get some snacks. Let's eat the late lunch first..."

Although I really want to try my hard work as soon as possible, boundless obediently chose the idea of the master first.

The poison scholar squatting on the treetop not far away hammered his sore waist with a folding fan and touched his chin suspiciously.

"Hey, ghost one, do you think your master is making some gunpowder inside, or is he opening a small stove with boundless?"

"At the beginning, Xiao Sheng was a little suspicious when he took those eggs in. Now you see, the pots and pans, firewood, rice, oil and salt have been moved in. Is this going to live there for a long time?"

Ghost I, who had just been "rescued", had not recovered his original self-confidence. He ignored the poison scholar and continued to guard the yard with a straight waist.

Sun Changsheng, who closed his eyes and rested on the recliner under the tree, said gently with a smile: "although the shallow summer girl usually jumped off a little, since she sent us all to guard, it can never be fooling around. Wait, look at the boundless look, it should be eight or nine."

"Master Sun, please come in for dinner."

Sun Changsheng opened his eyes in amazement, looked at boundless, and looked at the poison scholar whose face was red. For a time, he was speechless.