"...So the explosion of wheat flour is actually harsh. If other things want to explode like wheat flour, they also need to be the same as wheat flour. First, they can be burned, secondly, they need to be ground into fine powder, and then sprinkled in the void, not too sparse..."

Speaking of various precautions for the explosion, Qin Xi's small eyes radiated.

He seems to be true and likes this kind of thing very much.

"So have you found something else that can replace wheat flour now?" Ju Zizhou asked casually.

"Carbon powder, sulfur and wheat flour can burn faster, and theoretically, it can explode even more violently." Qin Xi smiled and said, "But I have no money anymore. The previous ones were paid by my father to do experiments. Now my father is not interested in this, so I can't afford to buy the materials used for the experiment."

"So you came to me to ask me for money?" Ju Zizhou asked.

Qin Xi felt a little embarrassed. He smiled awkwardly and said shyly: "Uncle, if you are willing to give me some money, then of course I will not reject you..."

"But I have no money." Ju Zizhou smiled bitterly: "I was imprisoned here by your father for a long time, and I don't have a single money in my hand."

"Ah?" Qin Xi was a little panicked: "But, but, uncle, you are not..."

"Uncle, I have never had money." Ju Zizhou smiled bitterly: "Don't you think I'm very rich, do you?"

Ju Zizhou is indeed not rich, but if he wants it, he can get a lot of money quickly.

However, he didn't want Qin Xi to get the money.

——This child is too smart and too obsessed with the art of explosion.

If he was not so smart and had not experimented with the two ingredients of "charcoal powder and sulfur", Ju Zizhou would have given him some money to support him.

But he has now experimented with these.

Just a few steps away, he could even try out the original black gunpowder!

This speed is a bit too fast.

If productivity development is so fast, Ju Zizhou will support it no matter what.

But gunpowder cannot do anything!

It exists more as a weapon.

If Ying Zheng could get black gunpowder, he would definitely use it as a weapon.

This is something Ju Zizhou doesn't want to see.

——The organizational model of Qin State is already very close to the classical ****.

If he blessed him with black gunpowder at this critical moment, then Ying Zheng would likely have crushing force against the lower class and against the six countries.

Just like the Mayflower's crushing force against the old man Yindian's scalp.

When the cost of slaughter is much lower than that of compromise and integration, any politician must consider raising the butcher knife.

This is not a moral issue for a person or a nation, but a requirement for the interests of everyone in a group.

If it cannot be in line with the interests of those who are their foundation, then this ruler will be completely abandoned by his foundation.

Therefore, the six countries must have certain resistance when facing Qin.

It is also necessary to allow the lower-level people to have certain resistance when facing Ying Zheng.

Then there is the power to give them choice.

Ju Zizhou sent Qin Xi away perfunctorily, sighed, and picked up the pen again.

...

When Qin Xi walked out of the small courtyard where Ju Zizhou lived, his sister Qin Le brought the pig-like tiger raised by the two of them, and was scolded by Ying Zheng.

Qin Le lowered his head and stood up obediently.

The tiger, which looked like a pig, lay on the ground, sticking out his tongue and watching.

Seeing Qin Xi coming out of the yard, Ying Zheng raised his head and looked over: "You two are so brave!"

"How do I teach you on weekdays?" Ying Zheng looked down at Qin Xi: "Have you ever told you not to try to disturb my uncle's rest?"

"I'm sorry, Father, we were wrong." Qin Xi wrily put on a little face and stepped forward to climb on Ying Zheng's leg: "I never dare to do it again."

"You two come to find your uncle, who is the one who started?" Ying Zheng looked at Qin Xi without wavering.

Qin Xi immediately pointed at her sister with her finger: "She!"

At this time, Qin Xi discovered that his sister had reacted early and pointed at him.

The fragile alliance between the two siblings collapsed at this moment!

Qin Le looked at his brother angrily, his little breasts kept rising and falling.

After a long time, she said angrily: "Father, it's him, he wanted to ask my uncle about the explosion of wheat flour, and then followed Zhao Gaogao and found this location!"

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows: "So, Qin Xi, do you have anything else to say?"

Qin Xi replied with a bitter face and accepted his fate: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, Father, please spare me."

"Have you talked with your uncle about the principle of wheat flour explosion just now?" Ying Zheng asked suddenly.

In order to avoid punishment, Qin Xi immediately nodded obediently: "I said it, and my uncle encouraged me!"

"What did he say?"

...

"How many iron plowshares are left?" he asked, sitting behind the table, lowering his head.

The stone god beside him immediately replied: "There are four hundred and twenty-four left."

"Where is the iron sickle?"

“One Hundred and Sixty.”

"Why are there so few?" He put down the pen in his hand and asked with his head raised.

Shi Shen sighed: "The county magistrate and the president cannot contact each other, and the materials subsidized in the last two months have not been handed over."

"How..." Then his face turned dark and he replied as usual: "These two people..."

It would be great if these two people died!

That is, I curse this in my heart.

However, even though he cursed in his heart, he still had to endure it.

Because those two people were his Shangguan after all.

"Did every household in the Farmers' Association raise poultry and livestock according to regulations?"

"We have all raised them, and there are 1,421 chickens, 717 dogs, and 204 pigs..."

These livestock are simply outrageously shabby compared to the Xianyang Farmers Association.

But compared to the local area in previous years, it is rich again.

"By the way, this month, two cows died in the Farmers' Association."

"Did you die?" He screamed strangely.

"Yes, two." Shi Shen sighed: "I have to use the money to buy two cows again."

"Go and arrange some things..." He sighed tiredly: "Go and arrange things, don't let the two cows die in vain."

Nowadays, the products are not very abundant, and the farmers' association has been established in the early stages and has not become rich.

Therefore, the old cow who has devoted his life to people dies and needs to be exploited in the end.

People are not allowed to have a slight waste.

As a manager, I have seen too many such things with Shi Shen.

Although they may value old cows very much, reality forces them to take the lead in eating beef.

The children who were responsible for taking care of these cows even snot and tears in their mouths and tears, ate two more bowls of meat.
Chapter completed!