Su Ziheng was thinking about it, where to find a few people to conduct experiments on making black powder with him, how could he have the heart to deal with any Taoist?

Black powder is a weapon of war, and it is the most important weapon related to whether Su Ziheng can keep the manor, so he must find a few very trustworthy people to make it, and this recipe cannot be leaked out no matter what.

Originally, Yang Lun was a very good choice, but Su Ziheng saw that his talent was good, and it was too wasteful to just use it to make gunpowder. And the group of craftsmen he recruited didn't have any foundation, and if he learned from scratch, he might not be able to teach them for a while.

Besides, the craftsmen in his workshop were already too busy to do other things, so how could they be able to make gunpowder from him? It is impossible for Su Ziheng to let go of everything in his hands and specialize in making gunpowder.

Liu Sijun nodded obediently, "Master, if you don't want to see you, I'll let them go back." Anyway, now that the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, it's useless to ask for fireworks. ”

Su Ziheng was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly stopped her, "Wait, Xiaojun, why did you say those two people just came?" ”

Liu Sijun said without thinking: "Those two Taoists are here to sell fireworks, and the slaves and maids have said that now that the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, we don't need it, but they still want the slaves and maids to ask you." ”

After a pause, she said disgustedly: "I estimate that they have nowhere to sell, within a radius of ten miles, except for our Sujiazhuang, there are no big families." Now it's not a New Year's holiday, and it's a waste to buy it. ”

This is really sleepy and has a pillow, and he is thinking about where to find someone to make gunpowder, and there are two Taoists selling fireworks at this door, which has to say that he is too lucky.

Su Ziheng had already remembered at this time, wasn't gunpowder invented by Taoist priests in ancient times in the previous life? It's just that he didn't expect that the Taoist priests in this world also invented gunpowder, but the power was not very great, and it could only be used to make fireworks.

"Xiaojun, my lord thought about it for a while, you better invite them in. Anyway, I am also a monk, and if I can help a little, I should try to help as much as possible. Su Ziheng pretended to think and said indifferently.

Liu Sijun was slightly stunned, then covered his mouth and chuckled: "Obey, master." The slave and maid went to invite the two Taoist masters in. ”

Seeing this, Su Ziheng smiled helplessly, and now the girl is becoming more and more presumptuous. It is estimated that she has been with her for a long time, and she is not a person who likes to put on a show, so she usually doesn't blame her too much, so she feels that she is easy to get along with, and she will become so lively.

But girls should be like this, after all, they are not yet ten years old, and if they lose this innocence and become as submissive as those slaves outside, they will dislike themselves.

……

Not long after Liu Sijun went out, she brought the two Taoists in, and then she retreated herself, ready to make tea for them.

Su Ziheng smiled and invited the two of them to sit down, this was the first time he had met them, he didn't attend the last time when the locust plague sacrificed to the Dragon King, and it was normal not to recognize the two of them.

"I don't know where the two Dao Masters came from, what are the so-called things?"

I saw that the older of the two Taoists was wearing a Xuan-colored Taoist robe, wearing a Nanhua scarf, and the dust was inserted in his waist, and he bowed to Su Ziheng, "Wang Boyang, the son of Danyangzi of the Dragon Palace Temple of Jiufu Mountain, has seen Su Jushi. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to another younger Taoist priest and said, "This is Zhang Yiming, a poor Taoist apprentice. ”

Su Ziheng also replied with a salute and said, "The royal road is good, and Zhang Dao is good." ”

At this time, Liu Sijun brought up the brewed tea, put it on the coffee table where the two Taoists were sitting, and quietly retreated.

Su Ziheng made a gesture to them to invite them to tea, "Please!" ”

Danyangzi Wang Boyang picked up the teacup, took a sip, and praised it sincerely: "Good tea, it is estimated that only in a big family like Su Jushi can drink such good tea." Ordinary people buy a piece of tea cake and throw it in the pot to boil at will, where to drink such a fluttering taste. ”

Su Ziheng smiled, seeing that he refused to take the initiative to bring it up, he didn't ask him, but instead asked about some things about his Taoist temple. Since Wang Boyang wants to sell fireworks, there must be many people in their Taoist temple who know how to make them, and they have to inquire clearly before they can start.

Danyangzi Wang Boyang chatted with Su Ziheng for a while, and when he saw that he never asked what he meant, he was a little anxious. You must know that the Dragon Palace Temple in Jiufu Mountain is not very rich, and its own Taoist temple industry is very small, and on weekdays, it relies on people who go up the mountain to worship the gods nearby to reward some incense money.

But in the past few months, there have been wars and locust plagues, and many people are running out of food at home, so how can they go and incense them?

As early as before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the food in the temple was almost eaten. Danyangzi Wang Boyang also took his apprentices to sell fireworks and refined pills everywhere, wanting to exchange some food to go back to satisfy his stomach.

However, he heard that Meng Yuan had launched a war against Great Xia, and he still attacked the territory of Liangzhou. In this way, no one has any intention of celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival, and they are busy stocking up food for their families, where will they waste money on fireworks and other things that can be seen but not eaten?

No, Wang Boyang heard that Sujiazhuang was recruiting displaced people to build a manor, and let the working people eat and drink well every day, and obviously there was a lot of grain in the house. He wondered if he could try his luck.

"Su Jushi, I don't know if you're interested in fireworks?"

Wang Boyang glanced at his apprentice and asked him to take out the baggage with fireworks that he was carrying.

Su Ziheng looked at it and was immediately disappointed. It turned out that the fireworks that Wang Boyang was talking about were not the kind of fireworks that could be lifted into the air as Su Ziheng knew in his previous life. On the contrary, it is similar to firecrackers, even if they are thrown into the sky, they will only explode, but they will not form colorful fireworks.

No wonder they can't sell.

Su Ziheng shook his head and smiled contemptuously: "What should I be, it turns out that it is just a firecracker, such a thing is useless to me, if I really want to, I can make a better firecracker than you at any time." ”

The little Taoist priest Zhang Yiming was not angry when he heard this, and argued: "This son, this is fireworks, unlike the firecrackers sold in the city, it can ascend to heaven." ”

Su Ziheng laughed and said, "So what, to put it bluntly, it's not just a firecracker." It can ascend to heaven, but can it really bloom in the air like a flower? Can it be done open and colorful? If not, then no more. ”

"This ......" Zhang Yiming was speechless for a moment, indeed, the fireworks produced by their Longgong Temple are a little better than the firecrackers sold in the market, but in the final analysis, it is only an enhanced version of the firecrackers, which is far from the real fireworks that Su Ziheng said.

However, he was still very unconvinced and snorted coldly, "That's a good thing, can you take out such fireworks?" ”

Su Ziheng looked at him with a smile and said leisurely: "If I can take it out, what about you?" ”