In the evening, Wu Song and other leaders of the village accompanied Jiang Zhong to drink. It was a bit of a pity for him, that is, Sun Erniang still had something to stay. However, these regrets disappeared without a trace in the wine.

It was absolutely a surprise for Jiang Zhong to be able to keep Huangfu Rui on the mountain and discover the Thunder and Ling Zhen on the sky. With these two people, many things are much simpler. After drinking for three rounds, Jiang Zhong said: "Brothers, in Heifeng Village is just our temporary foothold. In the near future, my brother will give you a bright future. Of course, the premise is that we will become stronger ourselves. You must know that collecting the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun was the dream of the official family for more than 100 years. At that time, Taizu not only left the Fengkuyin

, and left a decree to recover the sixteen states of Youyun, which can be kings. It is far from enough to rely on our current strength alone. We have to recruit soldiers and horses. This time, we have brought crossbows and armor to our brothers. In the future, you will be the wing army. Of course, you will pay according to the standards of the imperial guards. Since it has become formal, don’t do anything to rob families. In order to manage the local government, they will not interfere in your actions. On the contrary, you can also help them suppress bandits, and of course you will have to pay."

Wearing official clothes and getting official salary is simply a fantasy for everyone, but once it becomes a reality, everyone is excited. Although Wu Song was mentally prepared, he was still very excited at this time and made a statement in public that only the elder brother will follow the order in the future and will lead the team well.

Wu Song put down his wine glass and said to Jiang Zhong: "Brother, there is a secret room for Zou Daosi's mixed ball, which is about tens of thousands of coins inside, not a lot, but there is a lot of gunpowder. Do you want to go and take a look?"

"No need, Brother Ling Zhen is here, but he will be deviled without gunpowder. After everyone disperses, Brother Yu has something to talk to Brother Ling." Jiang Zhong was the king of killers in his previous life and is very familiar with all kinds of weapons. He is also a weapon lover. He has read many books. However, it is indeed difficult to make weapons in the Song Dynasty when gunpowder has not been widely used in the military. After all, he only has theory and there are still flaws in real production. Now the existence of the Thunder Ling Zhen in the sky makes everything possible.

After drinking, everyone dispersed, and only Jiang Zhong, Ling Zhen, and Sun Erniang, who was responsible for pouring wine, were left in the room. Although there were women in the copycat now, the fewer people know about such secret matters, the better.

Jiang Zhong raised his wine glass and said with a smile: "Brother Ling should be from the Ling family in Jiangnan. How could he become a bandit here?"

"Brother, it's hard to say anything!" Ling Zhen picked up the wine glass and drank it. After putting it down, he said melancholy: "The Ling family ranks third among the four major families in Jiangnan. He is also the unscrupulous manager of the Gunpowder Bureau in Tokyo Guangbei Siege. The head of the family is the fourth-ranked Gunpowder Bureau. Unfortunately, all this has nothing to do with me. As the best third-generation, I was not sent to the Gunpowder Bureau because of my poor background, but I was excluded in the family because I fell in love with my mistress's maid Yan'er. I originally wanted to have a meal in the Western Army, but I was caught here."

"Don't worry, my brother will definitely help you get justice and host the wedding for you and Yan'er. If you can get a job, it's up to who will dare to underestimate you." Jiang Zhong knew that the Ling family had started to make gunpowder for the court since the end of the Tang Dynasty. Today, the big and small cannons in the court were all made by the Ling family. What he wanted was not artillery, but fire guns, which were shocking thunder. Of course, these were still difficult to make. However, as long as there was enough gunpowder, professionals like Ling Zhen, and enough money, everything was possible.

Ling Zhen knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times in a row and said, "From now on, Ling Zhen's life belongs to the eldest brother. In this life, he will lead the horse and kick the horse for everyone. If he has two hearts to kill the heaven and the earth, he will be destroyed by the five thunders."

Jiang Zhong couldn't stand the most. At this time, people kneeled down and sweared, as if this kind of loyalty became the standard. He helped Ling Zhen up and said, "Brother, we will share wealth and honor together in the future. By the way, do you have any brothers in the Ling family? Can you introduce a few of them?"

"Brother, please give me some instructions if you have something to do." Ling Zhen didn't know what the big brother meant. After a moment of silence, he said: "My brother Ling Feng and cousin Ling Lei and Wei have a strong relationship, and the use of gunpowder is no worse than mine."

"I want to create a kind of thunderclap." Jiang Zhong didn't want to hide anything, so he simply told the idea of ​​thunderclap. Finally, he said: "Recovering the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun is to fight tough battles with the Liao army. They are a nation on horseback. Since ancient times, cavalry has had a crushing advantage against infantry. Our Song Dynasty lacked horses and did not have large-scale cavalry. If we want to recover the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun, we can only make a fuss about weapons and completely suppress the Liao army."

At this time, when it comes to mentioning that the Jin army was invading Bianliang and abducting the two emperors ten years later, no one would believe it. Now they can only make a fuss about the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun.

The design idea of ​​the Zhentian Thunder is not too complicated. It is to place a sufficient amount of gunpowder in a sealed container, leave a lead outside, and then ignite it and throw it out. The key here is what kind of container to use, the proportion of gunpowder, and the design of the lead. These are very simple, but they are not something that Ling Zhen can easily make by himself. This is why Jiang Zhong asked Ling Zhen if he could find someone else.

As an expert in this area, Ling Zhen suddenly discovered the problem. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Is there any sample of the thunder that my brother said?"

"No."

Of course there is no sample, Jiang Zhong can only provide ideas and repeatedly emphasize that the container is best made of iron. If it is made of ceramic, it is easy to cause accidents. Before it can blow up the enemy, it will blow up himself.

Ling Zhen was in trouble for a moment. It was indeed a bit difficult to have no samples, and it was really hard to imagine it out of thin air. He finally said: "Brother, using iron containers requires first-class blacksmiths and high-quality iron. These two points are difficult to do for the time being. Why not use pottery for experiments first. At most three days, I can make the first sample of the thunder."

"Okay, that's all I can do. You go down and prepare. If you have any needs, find the leader of the village and let him arrange it." Jiang Zhong did not expect Ling Zhen to be so confident and was in a good mood at this time, so he poured wine for this guy himself. The two of them got drunk and unconscious.

The first thunder of the sky was too ugly. On the surface, it looked like a wine jar with a tail outside, but it only took three days, which was really difficult for Ling Zhen.

Since the power of the blasting was temporarily unable to control, Ling Zhen made the lead very long, very long. After igniting, he counted twenty numbers before blasting.

"Boom" The first thunder of the Song Dynasty exploded, blowing a three-foot-high stone into several pieces. However, these looked very ordinary and were difficult to exert their power on the battlefield. Moreover, the blasting power was not as great as Jiang Zhong imagined. It can be said to be a failed experimental product.

Ling Zhen saw the disappointment of everyone and said a little embarrassedly: "The gunpowder in the ceramic is not pressed very tightly, so the blasting power is very small. If the medicine can be stuffed in a narrow space, the power will be at least five times more than the power."

Huangfu Rui saw huge potential in the explosion of the first thunder. He said: "Look for a big stone in the back mountain, dig a hole on it, with a small mouth and a big belly, put hundreds of kilograms of explosives inside. If you stuff it in, you can see the power of the explosion. Of course, how to operate it depends on Brother Ling."

In the past two days, Jiang Zhong provided Ling Zhen with many valuable suggestions based on his own experience, such as changing the ratio of gunpowder and changing the ratio of nitrogen. This is a record of black gunpowder in the Qing Dynasty, and it is many times more powerful than the gunpowder in the Song Dynasty at that time.

When the huge stone of more than 500 kilograms was blown into countless small stones, Jiang Zhong and everyone cheered. This was the first step to the thunder of the sky. As long as you have an excellent blacksmith and find high-quality pig iron, the thunder of the sky can undergo qualitative changes.

With the experience of blowing up huge rocks, Ling Zhen was even more confident. He finally created the first thunder of the Song Dynasty on the tenth day. Although it was still a stone container that more than a dozen brothers kept polishing day and night, the blasting power was amazing, and the explosives used were less than one-third of the previous ones, and the power of the blasting doubled.

It is not the pure Water Margin, nor is it the pure history of the Northern Song Dynasty. Just read it as a superficial history, and you will gradually see a huge system of hegemony. The pace is slow and the preparation is laid out. The story should be promoted as reasonable as possible, rather than giving the pig's feet and golden fingers.
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