Some people say that cavalry run fast, but they won’t stand there stupidly for you to blow them up, right?

Hey, let's make gunpowder first! It's too early to think about that now!

In order to prevent the formula from being leaked, Baili Tang prepared the saltpeter, and he asked Song Tian to prepare sulfur and charcoal powder for him.

When doing this, Baili Tang only left Meng Fang, Ye Chao and Hu Zhennan. No one else, including his daughter, Zhang Dongzheng, and Song Tian, ​​was allowed to watch.

Meng Fang and the other two were naturally moved! To be able to receive such trust from His Majesty is the greatest grace!

Baili Tang smiled and asked the three of them, "Who among you has the deepest inner strength?"

Hu Zhennan pushed Ye Chao out and said, "Marshal Ye!"

Ye Chao said modestly, "Thank you!"

Baili Tang: "Then, can you use your internal energy to shatter a house?"

The three of them looked at each other in bewilderment! How could this be possible? Such a character only appeared in the storytellers' stories!

"But this thing works!" Baili Tang has already configured it!

Meng Fang asked, "Your Majesty, what is this?" Meng Fang was convinced! But he didn't know what it was.

"Black powder!"

Outside. Chao Man'er had already grown impatient waiting: "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come. What a waste of time."

Baili Qinru smiled and said, "Sister Man'er, you are still the same as before. You have no patience for anything you do."

Song Chi and Erhu didn't say anything, and they couldn't show any expression on their faces, otherwise they would be criticized by Chao Man'er again!

Chao Man'er: "Everyone now agrees that the deceased's wife is the murderer. But that doesn't make sense. A wife killed her husband, so what happened to their three children? The oldest was only six years old. The cause of death is unknown. There are no obvious wounds on the body. It wasn't suffocation, poisoning, or illness... The deceased had no grudges against anyone before his death..."

Song Chidao thought for a moment and said, "I suspect the murderer is the deceased's wife. According to her confession, the five members of the family slept in one room on the night of the incident. It was not until the next day that they discovered that the deceased had died. There was no movement during that time."

Baili Qinru: "Could someone have used smoke?"

Song Chi: "They had two dogs in their yard. Even if someone with great martial arts skills entered their yard, the dogs would bark. The neighbors all said that they didn't hear any barking on the night of the crime. Besides, why would you use a butcher knife to kill a chicken? Why would someone with such great martial arts skills go to such trouble? The deceased was a gambler, a drunkard, and a frequent visitor to brothels..."

Chao Man'er: "So you believe the deceased's wife is the murderer, and that she killed him out of frustration with her husband? Erhu, what do you think?"

Erhu scratched his head: "How do you see what?"

Chao Man'er said unhappily, "What do you think of this case? Otherwise, why are you here?"

Erhu was instantly struck by a wave of frustration: "I came here because you called me? I told you I don't know how to investigate cases!"

Brother Erhu: "But how did the wife kill her husband? There are no witnesses or physical evidence, so we can't just rely on speculation, right?"

Baili Qinru: "Could it be through acupuncture, stimulating acupuncture points? Or perhaps the brain..."

After hearing what Baili Tangqinru said, Chao Maner immediately pulled her back to the government office to re-examine the autopsy.

Baili Qinru really didn't want to run away. This place was far away from there. "We can send someone to the prefect and ask him to send a coroner to investigate."

Erhu: “That’s right!” Maner, you are so stupid!

"That's what..." Chao Man'er glared at Erhu. "Do you want to be beaten?"

Before Chao Man'er finished speaking, they heard a loud "boom" noise coming from the direction they came from! They were so scared that their hearts almost jumped out of their chests!

Then, someone yelled at the top of their lungs, "Protect the emperor! Protect the emperor!!"

Protect the emperor?

This commotion was caused by Baili Tang, who blew up a place that looked like a stove! Thick smoke was billowing out now!

The two generals stared in amazement. What had just happened? His Majesty had used that black charcoal powder and some strange-smelling stuff to blow up the stove?

Meng Fang: I'm used to it. Your Majesty always surprises us, but today's surprise is too much! If we use this thing against the enemy...

Is it finally time to avenge our past shame?

Song Tian was outside the whole time, and there were hundreds of people around him. Everyone was very worried about Baili Tang's safety.

Zhang Dongzheng, the only one who looked calm, was thinking, "I should have stayed out of this mess earlier." A thing that could blow up a stove must be even scarier than a telescope, right? Someone might suspect it had something to do with him...

One task was completed, and next, Baili Tang wanted to see the progress of the down jacket production. This time, he really couldn't help but get angry.

"Master Song, is this what you made called a down jacket? This is called a down pillow!" Baili Tang picked it up and smelled it. "It still has a strange smell. Can I wear it?"

He once bought a low-quality down jacket on a certain platform. The smell of duck feathers was really bad, and he still remembers it vividly. Song Tian’s down jacket is even worse than low-quality!

Regular garment factories producing down jackets must first deodorize and disinfect the duck feathers before processing them into down jackets. Deodorization is a no-brainer in the 21st century. But here, they don't even sell laundry detergent, let alone deodorant.

The sewing of down jackets is even more demanding. Modern large-scale automated sewing machines are out of the question, and even sewing machines from the 1980s and 1990s are out of the question. They can only be sewn by hand. This brings up a term: down filling bags.

With a simple and delicious method like Mr. Song’s, a pillow is made.

"Reporting to Your Majesty! I have tried many methods! This down cannot be made into thread like wool and silkworms...so..." It turned out like this.

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