After the pack of explosives was burned out, Cao Chong walked forward carefully, picked up a dead branch anywhere, and carefully fiddled with the pack of explosives.

There was no other sound except for some sparks.

Cao Chong felt relieved, but his face was not very good-looking.

He walked up and used the dead branches to pluck the explosive pack. The original yellow and black powder inside has now turned white, and some are sticky together, becoming pieces of gunpowder residue.

The world's first blasting experiment failed in the 13th year of Jian'an!

Although Cao Chong frowned, he was not much discouraged. Every great invention had to undergo countless failures, and now it was only the first time!

Cao Chong took out a piece of Cai Hou paper and a brush from his cuff and immediately recorded the data on it!

In Cao Chong's memory, the ratio of this gunpowder seemed to be one to three, and it should be impossible to remember it wrong.

So these three packs of explosives are saltpeter powder three, sulfur and carbon powder one part, sulfur three, saltpeter powder and carbon powder one part, and saltpeter powder three, saltpeter powder and sulfur one part!

Cao Chong thought to himself, how could one of these three explosive packs have to be blown out?

However, Cao Chong may have remembered it wrongly!

The next two explosive packs are no different from the previous ones. If you have to say anything different, one of them has a coughing sound.

Cao Chong showed disappointment and sighed in his heart!

Oh shit!

What other time travelers can do in one go, but I, Cao Chong, cannot do it?

Is it so natural?

Because Cao Chong was lying on the ground, his face and Confucian uniform were covered with dust at this moment, and Cao Chong's strange behavior naturally made Long Zhi feel a little confused.

In other words, I feel a little creepy!

Isn't this young master hysteria?

"Bo Ren, let's go back again next!"

Cao Chong pulled the reins and was about to get on the horse, but Long Zhi pulled them down.

Cao Chong was full of confusion, but Long Zhi didn't give Cao Chong time to think. He was full of Shanyue words and then punched him directly.

Bang~

Cao Chong's left face hurt and his whole body was beaten out by Long Zhi.

Damn, is this kid doing it in detail?

Could it be that I, Cao Chong, are going to die here today?

No……

I haven't realized my ambition yet, and Liu Da'er is still arrogant in Jingzhou! Sun Xiao is not yet waiting for the name of the word, waiting for my good fortune...

I can't die!

Just as Cao Chong was thinking about it, Long Zhi came over and helped Cao Chong up.

"Young Master, wake up!"

Cao Chong looked at the concerned smile on Long Zhi's face, raised his head in confusion and looked around. Could it be that the other person who hit me?

But within a radius of 100 meters, there are only you and me!

The anger in Cao Chong's heart was suddenly ignited. He pushed Long Zhi out with murderous aura in his eyes.

"Boren, why do you hurt me?"

Longzhi looked panicked and quickly knelt on the ground, and his words also bumped into the cracks.

"Young Master, this is the custom of the Shanyue tribe. If you see someone stupid, you will wake him up! The villain is impulsive, please forgive me..."

Stupid?

Cao Chong looked at Long Zhi who was knocking his head to the ground, and his anger suddenly disappeared!

He suddenly realized his identity and what era it was!

What is Cao Chong’s identity?

The son of the prime minister, Xu Du, was born with a golden key in his arms, and his future will definitely be limitless when he grows up.

But such people are playing with mud here?

If you do something that is not there, even if the gunpowder is really tinkered with, Cao Chong will be labeled as a ignorant job in their hearts.

How could a carpenter emperor be so easy?

If Cao Chong was really labeled as this, it is still unknown whether Xinpi would support him steadily.

Identity determines what you want to do. Cao Chong is a leader, not an inventor, you have to remember your identity.

Long Zhi's punch woke Cao Chong up!

"Get up!" Cao Chong stepped forward and helped Long Zhi up.

"Thank you, Young Master!" The latter helped him up in vain.

Cao Chong looked at Long Zhi with a green face and suddenly laughed.

"Bo Ren, your punch did wake me up. When you see me like this, you will hit me a few more times. Do you know?"

Longzhi touched his head with his backhand, but his face looked very strange. He muttered in his mouth, but he wanted to punch him again.

...

...

The night was hazy, and Cao Chong's ears were full of insects and birds. The lights in the house were swaying at this time. Cao Chong touched his left face in pain and looked at the young scholar in front of him.

"Deshui, is there an alchemist near Xudu?"

Zhao Yan was stunned and didn't understand why Cao Chong asked this question, but he still answered it.

"As far as the villain knows, there should be no so-called alchemist near Xudu. The young master must know that the alchemist is a remnant of the Yellow Turbans, so you must not have any relationship with them!"

Cao Chong shook his head. Zhao Yan probably thought he was looking for an alchemist because he wanted to seek immortality like Qin Emperor and Han Wu!

But he naturally misunderstood. Cao Chong didn't explain and asked again: "Do you know the alchemist?"

Alchemists are basically Taoist. During the Three Kingdoms period, the largest branch of Taoism was Taiping Taoism.

And this Taiping Tao is naturally the sect that Zhang Jiao believes in.

On Cao Cao's side, alchemist is not an open profession. It is like a rat crossing the street. Once discovered, it is basically the word "death"!

Zhao Yan shook his head and bowed and said, "There was one of them a few years ago, but they have been burned to death by the government!"

The mighty Yellow Turban Rebellion exhausted the vitality of the Central Plains and the government's tolerance for these sects.

Even though Cao Chong was mentally prepared, he was still a little disappointed when Zhao Yan said this.

"Well, Deshui will go out first!"

Cao Chong looked for an alchemist not for immortality, but for gunpowder!

In history, gunpowder was invented by alchemists, and if Cao Chong could not make gunpowder with his own hands, he would naturally have to find someone else.

Gunpowder is so important to Cao Chong!

It is also too important to Cao Cao!

Just imagine that Cao Cao had gunpowder in the Battle of Red Cliff, would Cao Cao still lose?

Before your yellow-gai warship can be driven over, I will feed you all the explosive packs!

It's just a big deal to burn the camp!

But if there was no alchemist, Cao Chong could only turn his target to others...

"Young Master, don't be obsessed with the sayings of monsters and monsters and nothingness. You should be more realistic and protect yourself with the way of sages..."

Cao Chong was so amused that he waved his hand quickly, Zhao Yan, why can't he change his habit of talking too much?

"Deshui goes down first!"

"Young Master..."

"Go down!"

"Oh~here!"

Zhao Yan seemed to see Cao Chong already indulge in the side of the door, and sighed with heartache, and then walked out with a look of unwillingness.

Of course, in Zhao Yan's heart, this matter is endless!

I, Zhao Yan, must make the young master turn his back, return to the right path, and be a qualified leader!

In the room, Cao Chong's eyes flashed, and he suddenly grabbed his hair in distress.

If it is to make gunpowder, the person must be a confidant, otherwise, once the news is revealed, it will definitely be a loss for Cao Chong.

And it is best not to be a scholar!

Most of the scholars of this era are Confucian schools. Although Confucianism has not yet completely mutated, there are already signs of that!

If they were asked to make gunpowder, they would probably think so:

We want to put down the books of sages and play with mud, are you sure that you are not insulting me?
Chapter completed!