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Yan Ming put the black powder on the side of his nose and smelled it, it did have the smell of black gunpowder. But in this way, he didn't completely put his mind at ease, but secretly used the fire to burn these black powders in an open place, and seeing these powders burning with a familiar smell, Yan Ming's face showed ecstasy.

Gunpowder, that is an invention that can change the pattern of the world. This invention was originally the patent of the Chinese, but sadly, in the end, the invention of the ancestors was carried forward by foreign devils, resulting in guns and pills, and then in turn bombarded the closed door of China!

"This kind of tragedy, Lao Tzu swears not to let him repeat it!" Yan Ming clenched his fists.

In the following days, he continued to make black powder in proportion. Each time, only a small amount of gunpowder was made, and then it was configured and manufactured.

After a few days, he already had a lot of small packages of gunpowder. He had put all this gunpowder under the bed in the old house.

Now, Yan Ming didn't dare to sleep on the bed in the old house at all, because if he was not careful, he might blow himself up.

Although the power of black powder is not as terrifying as the explosives of later generations, the accumulation of quantities can also achieve qualitative changes. Yan Ming will not take this risk.

Gunpowder is available, and if you want to make firecrackers, you need strong paper.

His old father-in-law Tian Wen opened a paper mill here, and the paper made in it is completely comparable to the paper of later generations.

Thinking of the paper mill, Yan Ming felt sorry for his old father-in-law. He once said that he wanted the Tian family's paper to dominate Chang'an City again. But now that the new paper has been made, it has not been promoted by him for a long time.

In Chang'an City, there is rough paper made of Tian Wei everywhere.

Now that Yan Ming and Wang Wan have a tendency to cooperate, he doesn't want to do things too much. After all, China has been a society of personal sentiment since ancient times. The Han Dynasty was even more so.

Look at the imperial court, Dou Ying is the nephew of the Empress Dowager Dou, so he is the prime minister. Tian Wei is Wang Huan's younger brother, so he is a captain. The latecomer, Wei Qing, is the emperor's brother-in-law, and was also crowned by Sima Qian as a relative. There is also Li Guangli, the general of the second division......

What kind of style, what kind of fame? From ancient times to the present, it has been a humane society. Class has always been solidified.

Thinking about this, Yan Ming didn't want to push his father-in-law to the front. Tian Wei, as long as it is not too excessive, Yan Ming can not fight for the profit of paper.

But if you sell paper, I'll always have no problem selling books!

Seeing the monotony of people's lives in the Han Dynasty, it is unrealistic to want to create TV and the Internet in advance. Even the simplest radio, I'm afraid it can't be achieved in a short time.

But books can! As long as there is paper, books can be printed and sold. In China's thousands of years of history, books have always been the main way to spread culture. Novels and other forms of literature also carry the task of entertaining the masses.

But there's no hurry. Yan Ming decided to first arrange a few pieces of paper, roll up a few real firecrackers, and try to set them off.

All this, of course, was carried out by him secretly.

It took almost half a day for Yan Ming to roll out the first real artillery battle.

Finding an excuse, he shook off Chengxin, and ran into the field with the artillery himself. Seeing that there was no one around, Yan Ming took out the firecracker in his hand, shook the fire fold, lit it directly, and threw it out.

"Bang!"

The familiar sound of firecrackers, although the loudness of handmade firecrackers and firecrackers of later generations is very different, but this sound is like the thunder in the sky in Yan Ming's ears.

With gunpowder and firecrackers, it means that Yan Ming can make large firecrackers - paper bombs!

This thing has no practical significance in later generations, except for the detonator used by private individuals as explosives. But for a long time in war, it existed as the main bomb.

Smelling the faint smell of gunpowder in the air, Yan Ming's heart was intoxicated.

The next moment, he opened his eyes, this kind of thing was a devilish existence. Not available yet.

With a sigh, Yan Ming still decided not to make firecrackers. That pile of gunpowder, which is not easy to make, is still used in a better place.

Back in his small room, Yan Ming decided to turn the gunpowder into a cannon battle - a bomb!

To make this thing, safety comes first. In a small room, it must not work.

Yan Ming thought of the back hall in the old mansion, where he and Tian Xi and Yanran got married. There, the Hu family once dug a tunnel. With a slight modification, it can be used to make an underground storage room.

Thinking of this, Yan Ming wrapped the large bags of gunpowder in linen, and without anyone calling them, he carried these things to the old hall in the back room.

In the next few days, Yan Ming found an excuse and hid directly in the back hall, studying how to create the most powerful bomb under limited conditions.

Three days later, Yan Ming finally came out.

The bomb has been made by him, but it is just layers of paper outside, and even if it explodes, the lethality is limited.

Directly wrapped in iron, Yan Ming was not that sure.

"If it's wrapped in cement, will it be more lethal after it dries?" Yan Ming suddenly had this idea.

It just so happens that I can take this opportunity to go to the cement factory and see how Lao Cai is doing with the things he explained!

After these few days, the big glass ball has not yet been transported to Hongyan Hall, and Yan Ming also wants to go over and urge this matter.

It's just that the plan is not as fast as the change, and just when Yan Ming was thinking about it, the big glass ball was transported by Lao Cai.

It's almost the New Year, and such a behemoth suddenly appeared, which naturally attracted the attention of people in Hongyan Hall.

The children immediately discovered that this thing could magnify people. Everyone went to the glass ball to take a picture and try it.

Watching them take pictures of their tirelessness, Yan Ming thought of the haha mirror of the later generations. When you think of the haha mirror, you naturally have to think of the mirror. At this time, the rich people used bronze mirrors. As for the poor people, how can they be in the mood to look in the mirror?

"The New Year's gift is finally here." A smile tugged at the corner of Yan Ming's mouth.

New Year's greetings are a Chinese tradition, and it is also the habit of greeting New Year's greetings since the Han Dynasty. Now that he is so close to the emperor, he naturally wants to give the emperor and his harem beauties some gifts.

The so-called pillow wind, help you blow, life is better.

Yan Ming couldn't help but sigh, no matter when, being a man is inseparable from human feelings. And he is a person who likes to be homeless the most, and the sophistication of people is really a little too tiring for him.

But there is some fatigue that must be experienced. The cement factory still has to go, there are a lot of things, Yan Ming needs to check it personally.

Seeing that the New Year is coming, after the New Year, you have to visit everywhere. As the founder of Hongyantang, a living immortal in the eyes of ordinary people, he naturally wants to get some gifts that ordinary people can't get.