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Chapter 190: A loud bang and flying rocks (first update, subscription, monthly pass)

Zhu Biao still paid a private visit incognito as he did last time. He was close to the imperial city. The guards entered Fuhua Building and continued to guard the windows.

Other guards ran to the library, Luoyunzhai, and shops selling wine, tea, salt, and cloth to open doors and windows.

"Pingshen, Hanhan, I heard that you have been wronged and let's come and see you."

Zhu Biao raised his hand to ask the kneeling person to stand up, and he stood up until Hanhan In front of the silly person.

"Bad guy, don't be afraid, look, hey hey hey hey" Zhu Wentian patted his waist.

There is a pocket made of pigskin around his waist, with iron picks inserted into the pockets. There are eight pockets in total, with five picks in each pocket.

Zhu Biao seemed to feel safe. With this firepower output, basically no one could get closer within twenty steps, unless the number of people exceeded the number of signs.

"Put ten. You are so energetic and you won't lose any weight." Zhu Biao thinks that forty is not safe, so double it.

"Hey, eh, eh." Zhu Wentian nodded, turned around and ran away. When he came back, he had twenty cigarettes in each pocket.

He can't really pretend to be ten. He is not good at arithmetic. Don't let it be exposed. He must be dedicated to acting.

"It's good if you're not tired." Zhu Biao also reacted. He could calculate one plus one, two plus three and so on. It was said that he had to count his fingers for a while.

Today’s lunch is mutton soup. Mutton soup is the best thing to make, but it costs money.

Three hundred craftsmen went home in the afternoon and brought back the extra rice, flour and oil given by Xiaqiu Village.

Tomorrow morning they will start building a new building outside the city, and they will mainly lay the foundation in the early stage.

Wang Yiqian’s team entered the interior decoration process, mainly fire prevention. The library is most afraid of water leakage.

Zhu Wentian does not drink. He has an important task in the afternoon, which is to install nitroglycerin, mercury pyrotechnics and fuses, and ignite them.

He didn’t even dare to eat more. He had to keep his mind clear. Once the five kilograms of nitroglycerin detonated, he could see the shock wave.

Da Ming’s five kilograms is almost three kilograms, so big.

He didn't know that Zhu Yuanzhang was going to watch at the Prince's Mansion. He thought he would find a place outside the city that was more open.

The most perfect black powder formula ratio, compared with nitroglycerin, the explosive power of the latter is thirty times that of the former at the same volume.

Prince Zhu Biao doesn't know how to drink. Even if he tries a flintlock gun in the afternoon, he has to be serious, let alone when it comes to blasting rocks and extracting rocks.

The village leader was drinking, and he only poured two taels of white wine. King Qin Zhu Ping didn't know about the important events in the afternoon, so he drank with him.

Those craftsmen who are preparing to go home also need two taels of white wine per person. Drinking mutton soup is not suitable for drinking low-alcohol wine, which will occupy your stomach.

The people in the kitchen were packing. Each of the three hundred people was given three kilograms of mutton, mixed with salt and pepper powder, and took it back for dipping.

The other family gave me two bars of soap for hand washing and washing, but I guess I would be reluctant to use them for washing clothes.

Add two hundred pounds of flour, two hundred pounds of shelled rice, thirty pounds of rapeseed oil, thirty pounds of salt, and fiftySalted duck eggs, very salty.

The imperial court recruited additional men after the thirty-day labor period, and the wages were small and the quantity was generally a compromise.

If there was a lot of land but a small amount of land, tenants would be used as husbands, and the landowners would provide rice and a stone for their use. For those who are not tenants but pay per acre to their husbands, the amount of rice per acre will be two liters and five units.

The former is a tenant farmer who is paid by the landlord's family and is given one stone of rice a month.

The latter, whose family owns land, is given two liters and five liters per acre, usually calculated as ten acres, that is, two liters and five liters.

One stone plus two buckets and five liters divided by two equals six buckets, two liters and five liters, which is one month's wages.

Wang Yiqian, two hundred people, can buy one kilo of rice for only fifty cents a day, working for five days at most.

The gap between the two sides is too big, and the craftsmen working for the imperial court are so worthless, so in history, the craftsmen went crazy when they were building the Central Capital.

This is just like the early days of Zhu Wentian's time. The money earned by skilled workers in the factory every day was only enough to feed the family, and they could not even afford meat.

Some people secretly go outside to pick up work, and they work in the factory for half a month a day. Why don’t they go out to pick up work?

The manager is worried that the three hundred people are emotionally unstable. Just because your family is in Nanjing doesn't guarantee that they won't go crazy. Give them more and don't force them into desperation when you have a lot of money.

Three Hundred Craftsmen are in a very stable mood, and Xiaqiu Village has given them extra money before, including during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so they usually eat well.

Tell me how much to give this time, and give me half a catty of white wine, let’s drink it with your family

Three hundred people ate quickly, drank quickly, burped, and were lowered. The villagers found a car to take their things home.

Some people never drink. They are already confused after two ounces of white wine, but they don’t forget their things. When they get home, they move their things down and sit at the door, giggling. The wife comes over and hugs the daughter-in-law and the child. Come and hold your baby.

"Don't hide. Eat what dad earned for you. Here is a small bag of candy. The children in Xiaqiu Village know you. Let me bring it to you. Remember, it's from Xiaqiu Village, good people. I'm going to lie down for a while. I'm sleepy."

Zhu Wentian had no time to take care of the craftsmen who were returning. People from the village brought their things and went to the Prince's Mansion with the Prince and King Qin.

Zhu Wentian's eyes were a little wandering as he walked on the road. Why did the Prince's Palace want to rebuild the Chunhe Hall?

The chief and the Hanhan friends were also a little dumbfounded, especially The head of the house hesitated whether to persuade the prince to change places.

Enter the Xihua Gate and walk all the way east. Prince Zhu Biao is there, and the iron tag on Hanhan's body is brought in normally.

His sticks have round and pointed ends. He doesn’t want to kill people casually. He has never killed anyone before. He has a psychological barrier. Unlike some people at that time who specialized in killing people to practice bravery, that is, to break through psychological barriers. .

A round-headed stick cannot kill someone if it hits a non-fatal part, unless it is a coincidence, such as hitting the stomach, rupturing the liver, and causing internal bleeding.

The group arrived at the Prince's Mansion and made preparations first. They found stone rollers, which are usually used to crush crops and shell them.Road construction and road suppression.

Remove the other parts, leaving the empty roller in the middle.

Zhu Yuanzhang arrived two-quarters of an hour later with a group of ministers, including officials from the six ministries and the left and right ministers.

Zuo Cheng Hu Weiyong’s face is not very good-looking. His people cannot enter the business in Xiaqiu Village at all. Going to Xiaqiu Village is even more nonsense. It is not as good as Nanjing there

There are many things in the key palace that do not require his participation. The Holy One directly decides, and he has a sense of crisis.

"Biao'er, are you ready?" Zhu Yuanzhang greeted the eldest son after a group of people saluted.

"Go back to my father, now we have 2 taels of new gunpowder, put it into a stone roller weighing 120 kilograms, put it in the corner, and pile up dirt outside. We don't want to stand high."

Zhu Biao followed the instructions of the chief. A stone roller filled with 2 taels of nitroglycerin was placed against the corner, and the earth was piled in the other two directions.

"Stone rollers can explode." Hu Weiyong didn't believe it. Even the best gunpowder from the Ming Dynasty could not explode such a stone roller.

"If you listen to the bidding, hide, the gravel can kill people."

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't care what Hu Weiyong thought. Since Xiaqiu Village asked so, I guarantee that he would not wrong.

So everyone hid and watched the village guard of Xiaqiu Village pulling out the lead wire, which was twenty feet long

Zhu Wentian pulled a door panel, which was very thick. , stop about fifty meters away, pick up the fire folder and blow it, blow out the flames, light the fuse, lie down, and cover the door panel.

The lead burned quickly, reaching the very end.

The ground shook and gravel flew. This is the power of more than seventy grams of nitroglycerin.

If you replace it with black gunpowder and put more than two thousand grams in it, it may not be able to blow up the stone roller. The instantaneous explosive power and initial velocity of the two are different. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website without anti-theft, free to find books and add books, you can join the qq group 952868558

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