Changsun Hong's expression became excited, his eyes widened, his eyebrows raised, and even the corners of his mouth were curved, and he laughed happily.

I first picked up the paper on it, looked at it carefully, and muttered: "50% saltpeter, 25% sulfur, 25% charcoal... The proportion is very reasonable, nothing wrong."

Putting down the paper, he asked while untiing the knots on the bag, "Wang Jian has gone through a lot of trouble with these things, right?"

Lin Laosi curled his lips and said, "Where, I heard from him that he used twenty cents of money to bribe the military equipment yard and took it out, it was fine."

Changsun Hong couldn't help but suffocate, and his hands stopped moving. Then he smiled bitterly, shook his head and untied the burden.

A pile of black granular powder showed clues in the skin, and a pungent smell of sulfur came to the face. From the taste, it can be judged that the black gunpowder was very rough.

But Changsun Hong was overjoyed. He approached him like a baby and looked again and again. He didn't feel the pungent smell at all. Not only did he smell it, he also pinched a little powder with his hands and put it in front of him to watch it carefully.

Lin Laosi leaned back, frowned and showed a fearful expression, and kept reminding: "Be careful, be careful, this thing explodes so hard that it can't be blocked by any iron cloth shirt and golden bell cover!"

Lin Lingzi sat a little farther away, but she looked like Lin Laosi, and her body was tense nervously.

Seeing the two of them with serious expressions, Changsun Hong couldn't help but laugh, gently put down the gunpowder in his palms, and began to popularize science: "Don't worry so much. Although gunpowder is powerful, it cannot be blown up without external force."

Lin Laosi shook his head and moved the chair a little further: "Brother Changsun, you are still young and have never seen the explosion of firearms. I have seen that guy in Huainan. He really came down to earth and even the Landlord could blow it up. I have lived so much that the first time I saw the official army using firearms, a piece of skin was enough, and this thing exploded a piece of city wall!"

When he saw Changsun Hong look at it, he quickly picked up the bag again, held it on the ground at the door, as if it would explode after slitting it on the table for a while.

Then he took the long strip of object leaning against the door and walked over. When he hit the two of them, he leaned it there.

This thing is half a person's height, the thickness of the arm, and is also wrapped in a piece of gray linen, and it is impossible to tell what is inside.

Lin Laosi took it to Changsun Hong and handed it to him: "What's this......................................................?"

He looked at Lin Lingzi.

The pretty woman smiled and replied: "Stirror."

"Yes! Musket!" Lin Laosi pulled the tied hemp rope: "Brother Changsun, this thing costs a lot of money. Wang Jian's Lianghuai military weapons cannot be made. I bought it from the Imperial Front Army Weapons."

"I bought such an important military weapon?" Changsun Hong was surprised.

"Of course you can buy it. As long as you have money, you can get anything except the jade seal." Lin Laosi boasted proudly, and his thick eyebrows were almost rising: "Our Tang Sect has cooperated with Rui Fuxiang in Jiangnan over the years. The business has been big and he knows many people. Don't look at the literati and ministers who are all very arrogant, they are actually inferior to those who run around the world. They regard wealth as their lives. As long as the price is right, they can bring you one or two pairs of bowls and chopsticks for the officials in the imperial city."

Seeing his awesome look, Changsun Hong felt unreasonable sadness.

The first two of them are the first to perish when the country is about to perish. Civil officials are greedy for money and military generals are afraid of death.

In addition to the emperor who lost his country, there were shameless ministers. Feudal dynasties often talked about the number of energy, saying that the number of energy was destined for a few days. When the number of energy came, the dynasty should change. This is the will of heaven and cannot be changed by human power.

This is just a self-deception comfort.

The world is bound by man and not by heaven. The country is destroyed by politics from top to bottom, and there is no second reason.

Officials do not want to save the country. Will the people still think about being loyal to you?

The storm was a novel firearm that was not long before the Southern Song Dynasty was put into practical use. It played an important role in the wars with the Jin and Mongolia many times. Yu Yunwen guarded the quarry and fought alone with 10,000 troops of Wanyan Liang of the Jin Kingdom. The storm and other firearms played an important role in it.

Due to the difficulty of manufacturing and confidentiality, the firearms cannot be made in local military weapons on the roads of the countryside. Only the imperial military weapons in the capital with tens of thousands of skilled craftsmen can be made in large quantities.

Such a powerful tool can be bought with money?

Changsun Hong was speechless.

The hemp rope was untied, the linen fell off, revealing a thick and long bamboo tube inside.

Yes, a bamboo stick, this is the appearance of the storm.

Both ends of the bamboo were hollowed out, filled with gunpowder lead iron bullets, which were plugged like a red wine bottle with corks. A lead wire was exposed from the tail end. When used, just ignite the lead wire, and the launching medicine exploded in the bamboo tube to generate thrust, and the lead iron bullets were sprayed out. The flame could reach 150 steps, which was extremely intimidating.

So this thing is basically a one-time thing, and it will be thrown away after use, just like the current disposable rocket launcher.

When Changsun Hong picked up the bamboo tube, he felt heavy in his hand. It seemed that the things inside were not light.

Changsun Hong felt that his blood was boiling. When he thought that he was holding the first generation of muskets in Chinese history that could be shot live ammunition, he couldn't suppress his excitement.

I don’t know how powerful this thing is, Changsun Hong stroked the rough bamboo skin and thought to himself.

I really wanted to immediately hit the yard outside, but there was only one, and it would be gone after hitting it. Changsun Hong was reluctant to let it go.

He also needs to replicate this sample.

Sichuan is a place with a large land and a wealth of materials. Basically, all minerals can be found. There are countless saltpeter sulfur charcoal and many craftsmen. There are also many military weapons stations on each of the four Sichuan Roads, which are responsible for providing crossbow weapons to the Sichuan Town Army. There are old craftsmen. As long as there are drawings and raw materials, you can make them out with a little guidance.

So Changsun Hong put down the bamboo, bowed to Lin Laosi seriously, and thanked: "Uncle Lin has helped a lot, thank you!"

"I thank you, it's all small things, so why not strange teeth." Lin Laosi waved his big hand happily and swept his huge palm, making Changsun Hong feel like a windmill is turning in front of him. He turned his huge butt on the chair and said to Changsun Hong: "The Tang Sect generation has many interesting talents joining, all of whom are old friends in the Southern Tang Dynasty. I will introduce you to you when I have time. After all, I want you to help with the restoration of the country."

When he mentioned the restoration of the country, Changsun Hong had a headache.

The people created by the Tang Sect are old people in the Southern Tang Dynasty. They have a hard time to eliminate their feelings for their homeland. They are still infatuated with their vicissitudes of life. Even though they have been dead for a long time, the many spiritual plaques worshipped in the Buddhist hall of the Tang Sect headquarters are still like the vivid and vivid arhats, reminding the next generation of Tang Sect’s disciples that their hometowns should not be abandoned and their masters should not be abandoned.

Restore the country.

The soul of the Tang Sect established a sect. Without the worries of restoring the country, there would be no such sect as the Tang Sect.

Changsun Hong sighed lightly and said slowly: "The Southern Tang has passed, and the years have passed. Who still remembers it? The people in Qiantang and Wuyue only know that there is Song, and they have long forgotten the benefits of the Southern Tang. Uncle Lin, how easy is this?"

He has said similar things many times. Even though he knew Lin Laosi’s next reaction, he still wanted to say them.

The dynasty was in decline, and only the new dynasty was in its prime, and no old people had to review it. Why should we be obsessed with it?
Chapter completed!