The daily life of the science master's book-wearing group

In June, Song Qingyue finally extracted a little bit of benzene from coal tar with few impurities.

Just as she was happily preparing to synthesize phenol in the next step, the masters who studied gunpowder together found her and showed Song Qingyue something: gun cotton.

After experiments, using this gun cotton instead of black powder to shoot, the average range has increased by more than 60 steps!

It is said that when they first experimented, they misused a gun that had not been heat-treated before. The barrel of the gun could not withstand the power of the gun cotton, and the chamber was blown up once. Fortunately, they used a mechanism specially made to test the explosion effect of gunpowder. There is no real person to test the gun in person, otherwise it will really cause a lot of losses!
This gun cotton not only has a stronger explosion effect than black powder, but also does not produce a lot of smoke, and the residue after explosion is much less than that of black powder, which can reduce the number of times the smoothbore gun needs to be cleaned after use.

All in all: very easy to use!

It was made by a young master who was only 16 years old.

He blushed and said to Song Qingyue: "I saw that you can get all kinds of nitrates by putting all kinds of things into the mixture of concentrated sulfuric acid and nitric acid, so I thought of trying it myself. I have tried toner powder , bean dregs, linen sheets, cotton, and finally, it seems that the nitration of cotton is the most thorough.”

Song Qingyue nodded in bewilderment: "You...what's your name?"

"The young one is called Shao Zhen's family!" The little master blushed with excitement.

"The 1000 taels of silver ticket will be rewarded to you first. When His Royal Highness comes back, I will ask you to make a big contribution. Your master will also reward you!"

Song Qingyue took out a silver note from her pocket, and gave Xiao Shao and his master a reward of 1000 taels each.

She didn't know whether it was because she inhaled too much volatile toxic gas when refining phenol or something, and her mind was dizzy.

Although Shao Zhenjia and his master have always belonged to the high-income group, 1000 taels is too much!

Xiao Shao had never taken a bank note of such a large denomination since he was born. He was so excited that he couldn't even accept it. He looked at the master again and again, suspecting that the concubine Shi Zi gave it wrong.

His master was calmer than him, so he gave him a glare and whispered a lesson: "Go ahead if I give it to you! Hurry up and kowtow to thank you!"

Speaking of the master knelt down and kowtowed, Xiao Shao followed the master and began to kowtow heavily. His master had better eyesight than him, and flattered him while kowtowing: "If the imperial concubine hadn't given the method of nitrification, we wouldn't be able to do it like this. There will soon be a breakthrough."

Song Qingyue laughed dryly, and walked out of the cave in a daze.

Zeng Maozhi saw that her eyes were straight and her expression was dull. He didn't know if she was hit or what. He wanted to comfort her a few words, but he didn't know where to start. He didn't understand anything about what Shi Zifei did.

Zeng Maozhi looked at Shi Zifei as if he was looking at a half fairy.

"Concubine Shizi, you don't have to be too impatient. I believe that the gunpowder you developed will be more effective than the gun cotton they made!" Zeng Maozhi comforted her a little awkwardly.

Song Qingyue sighed for a long time and said, "I'm not unhappy, it's just that I feel like someone took a shortcut after going around a long way. I can't cheer up."

Not to mention that she hasn't got TNT out yet, even if she did, it would be a complete failure in terms of cost alone!
What gunwool, isn't it just nitrocellulose, a raw material commonly used in the plastics industry, which is flammable and explosive, and requires extra care in storage and transportation.

Her broken head must have been stunned by coal tar, why didn't she think of it?

How simple and cheap is the manufacture of "collodion"!The only downside is probably storage and shipping issues.

She lowered her head, hugged her knees and sat in the vegetable cart, huddled pitifully—every time they went to the cave, they went there as vegetable vendors.

"How about taking you to the market for a walk? You haven't gone shopping for a long time. Go for a walk?" Zeng Maozhi suggested.

Song Qingyue nodded in agreement: "Don't change clothes anymore, let's go shopping in this outfit."

She was dressed as a peasant girl, with a pair of rag shoes on her feet, and a linen kerchief on her head, but her white and smooth face, which looked like a shelled egg, could not be concealed by anything she wore. Anyone who looks at it will have to straighten their eyes.

Feng Jin, who had just returned to the capital, was patrolling the streets with his brothers.

This matter should have been just a matter of Wucheng soldiers and horses, but Tian Dudu is now clearly on the side of the abolished prince, and the emperor has given part of the power to Jin Yiwei.

No matter when, the old emperor will carry out checks and balances to the end, which is already the instinct of the old emperor.

From a distance, Feng Jin spotted Song Qingyue who was walking all the way and buying all the way at a glance.

Zeng Maozhi followed behind, leading the donkey and pulling the cart.

The street vendors and passers-by in the market all looked at this pair, thinking that some young man brought his young wife out shopping.

That beautiful little daughter-in-law really doesn't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are, she buys whatever she sees, and is very willful. Maltose, pine nut candy, candied haws, sesame barbecue, and chicken shortbread are all piled up on the cart to form a hill!

"Hey, Mr. Wang, look, that little lady spends money lavishly, and the man in her family doesn't stop her."

"Bah! If I have such a little daughter-in-law, I'd like to pamper her too."

"Just you, just like you, can you marry such a little lady? Stop dreaming."

"I don't think that man looks much better than me. If I were ten years younger, I would be no worse than that man!"

"Cut! Don't brag! Look at that man with a steel knife on his waist. He might be a bodyguard from some bodyguard bureau. I heard that those bodyguards with their heads tied to their waists are rich."

……

Song Qingyue was thinking about explosives in her heart, and just bought and bought, completely ignoring other people's comments and gazes, but Zeng Maozhi was a Lianjiazi who watched all kinds of things and heard all kinds of discussions around him. With a slender figure, the roots of his ears became redder than ever.

Zeng Maozhi didn't have any other messy thoughts, and he didn't dare to have them, he just felt embarrassed, thinking that next time this kind of thing should be done by Feng Qi and Feng Jiu.I don't know how the new batch of female dark guards are trained.

He knew that nothing could be achieved in just one year of practice, and a lot of kung fu had to be practiced from an early age. The top-notch ones like him and Feng Qi and Feng Jiu were all talents plus ten years of hard training.

It is simply impossible to train a decent hidden guard in one or two years.

He was thinking about the female secret guard in his heart, but he instinctively sensed prying eyes. He looked sharply at the second floor of the teahouse not far away, and met Feng Jin's gaze from a long distance away.

In an instant, sparks flew in the air, he took a step forward, and whispered in Song Qingyue's ear: "Concubine Shizi, we seem to be being targeted."

Song Qingyue looked like a cat whose fur had exploded, her complexion turned pale, and she was on guard all over: "Did it start from Zhuangzi?"

"No, just now."

"who?"

"Looks like Jin Yiwei."

"Jin Yiwei?" Song Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief.

It is not a big problem if it is Jin Yiwei. Now she is more afraid of Wucheng Bingmasi or the people of Shenjun Wangfu, "Then, shall we return the En Temple?"

"Let's go to the Nursing Home as planned. All you do are good deeds. Even if you are reported to the Holy Majesty by Jin Yiwei, you will at most participate in buying people's hearts." Zeng Maozhi comforted her.

"Okay, let's go to the Nursing Home." Song Qingyue's heart was beating violently, not knowing why she was being targeted by Jin Yiwei, "Go and find out who owns it."

To Zeng Maozhi's surprise, after being discovered, Feng Jin didn't hide anymore.

When Zeng Maozhi led Song Qingyue to a place where there were few people, he appeared in front of Song Qingyue in an open and honest manner.

"Is the imperial concubine safe?" He stood in front of her with his chest straight, his chin slightly raised, his hands behind his back, and his face had more traces of northwest wind and frost. Compared with a year ago, he was a little more mature and majestic.

Zeng Maozhi stood in front of Song Qingyue warily. Song Qingyue waved his hand to make him move away, and bowed his head respectfully: "Master Feng, long time no see. Are you back in the capital?"

Feng Jin looked down at her slightly nervous expression, and said: "The Concubine Shizi doesn't need to be nervous, Feng just saw an acquaintance and came over to say hello."

Song Qingyue saw that he was still wearing white linen strips around his waist, and said in a low voice, "My condolences to Fourth Master Feng."

Speaking of eldest brother, Feng Jin frowned slightly, and said: "My concubine also mourns."

Song Qingyue didn't answer, just walked forward with her head down.

The three walked in silence for a while, Song Qingyue asked, "Where is Master Feng going?"

"Where is the princess concubine going?" Feng Jin asked without answering.

"I'm going to the Scissors Alley in the south of the city." Song Qingyue replied helplessly.

Feng Jin saw that her petite and slender body was trembling slightly, her face was tense and frightened, so she eased her tone and said, "Prince Concubine, don't be afraid. Feng has no entourage, but just wants to escort the Concubine. As you know, recently It's not peaceful."

Song Qingyue couldn't figure out what was going on in Feng Jin's mind, so she just nodded honestly.

"What is Shi Zifei going to Scissors Alley?" Feng Jin asked seemingly casually.

Zeng Maozhi saw that the concubine's hands were trembling with fear, so he took a step forward and said to Feng Jin, "Your Commander has great powers, what can't be found? Our concubine used her dowry money to set up a nursing home in Jianzi Hutong. They are all children picked up from the Louze Garden. There is also a free school for the nearby children to study and read, but they have not done anything shameful, and you should learn from them!"

Feng Jin turned his head to look at Song Qingyue, and said, "I always know that Miss Song San is kind-hearted and has no malicious intentions. Please don't misunderstand Miss Song San."

Song Qingyue pursed her lips, and said: "Then please don't publicize this matter, Mr. Feng. I am not a person who seeks fame, nor does I want to buy people's hearts. It's just that my husband is now...a generation of women in Song Dynasty. Accumulate some merits, and hope that God will take pity on you."

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyelashes. Feng Jin knew that she was not so simple, but his heart felt sore and soft when he saw her. He wished he could step forward and hold this weak woman in his arms to comfort him.

He glanced at his face, not daring to look at her again.

Xu Bin said he was bewildered, and he knew he was bewildered, but the more he looked at her, watching her do this and that, the more he appreciated and liked her.

The good deeds she does are different from the kind of good deeds that ordinary ladies occasionally give beggars a copper coin or two on the road, follow monks and priests to release fish in the pond during the New Year, or arrange porridge at the door of the house during the winter solstice and Laba.

He couldn't tell exactly how it was different, but he instinctively felt a very simple warmth from Song Qingyue.

When we arrived at Jianzi Alley, the children in the Shushu had just finished school. Song Qingyue took the delicious food from the car and distributed it to the children, making everyone go crazy with joy. The atmosphere in the whole alley was as lively as a festival.

Mohen is the person in charge of the school. Seeing that the children were so excited, he said solemnly, "Go and wash your hands before eating! Did you thank the princess?"

The children immediately shouted loudly: "Thank you, Empress Concubine!"

"Thank you, Crown Princess, for bringing us sweets!"

After all, he ran frantically to the side of the big water tank to line up to wash his hands.

Infected by the joyful atmosphere, Song Qingyue's mood obviously improved a lot, and there was a smile on her face. Feng Jin watched from the side, and the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously.

Mo Hen smiled wryly and said: "There are more and more children who are sent to study and read. I see that this small building is almost overcrowded, and there are many little beggars from the city who came to eat, and the slaves forced them to stay. After listening to the class for half a day, I came to pick up lunch. I dared to buy two sets of new clothes for each of them, and took them to the bathhouse to take a bath. Now let them sleep in the school building."

She took out the account book and showed it to Song Qingyue.

"There are too many students, so the slaves bought another batch of tables and chairs." Mo Hen turned to the page of tables and chairs, and pointed it out to Song Qingyue, "I bought second-hand tables and chairs from a tooth shop."

Song Qingyue didn't pay too much attention to these expenses, she was at ease with Mohen's work, but raised her head and glanced at Feng Jin, wondering how long he was going to stay here, and saw him sitting leisurely by the side, holding a rough porcelain bowl drink tea.

Song Qingyue was very speechless, she could only treat him as air, continue to do her own business, lowered her head to look at the account books, and asked again: "The child who bullied others in school before, can you teach me a lesson?"

"A lesson learned!" Mo Hen said, "His mother was reluctant to beat him, so Sister Feng Jiu didn't care about it, and whipped him hard with the ruler. I said that the ruler was used by the master of the Imperial College, and the number one scholar is like this His mother didn't dare to say a word. The child didn't come to school for three days, and then his father grabbed him by the ear."

Song Qingyue was so teased that she burst out laughing, quickly scanned the account book, and asked, "Did the price increase? Vegetables and eggs have increased so much?"

Mo Hen sighed: "The vegetable seller said it was hot and there were a lot of insects. The chicken farmer said it was hot, and the chickens couldn't keep them and would die easily."

Song Qingyue snorted unhappily: "Why didn't he say that it's hot, the eggs won't hold up, and they will stink if they can't be sold? Change to another one! It's not just his family that sells eggs in the capital."

"Yes, the servant is ready to change." Mohen said, "But the servant feels that your reputation has probably spread, and those vegetable vendors know that you have set up a nursing home and a bookstore here in Jianzi Alley. They all knew that Dongping was a maid of the palace, and when they saw Dongping, they deliberately sold it to Guili, so the servants asked Aunt Liu and Aunt Wang to buy it, but the group of vegetable vendors encountered large quantities of eggs and vegetables. Yes, I guessed it was us, or sold it to Guili."

Song Qingyue clicked her tongue, wondering why this happened?
It's true that she is rich, but there's no need to take her for granted, right?

"Next time I go out of the city to buy it." Song Qingyue said.

"Yes." Mohen said.

On the way back to En Temple, Song Qingyue thought, how about building a Zhuangzi by herself and producing and selling it herself.

But Zhuangzi near the capital is not cheap, so Song Qingyue openly started raising chickens and pigs in Baoen Temple, and she asked the hidden guards to help her dig a pond for fish, and cut down a piece of forest for planting. It seems that Baoen Temple has been regarded as a private manor.

Most people in the temple were on Song Qingyue's side, but there were also a few who had a good relationship with Jingxuan before, and were extremely dissatisfied with Song Qingyue's reckless behavior.

Now she is wantonly occupying the royal temple, which is too lawless!
However, there are those terrifying palace guards with high martial arts skills, none of them dare to do anything.

As for Jingxuan, because the mandibular joint was smashed by Zeng Maozhi, he could not move at all, could neither speak nor chew, and could only eat vegetable porridge and egg custard all day long, so his recovery was extremely slow. Being bedridden not only caused her to suffer from bed sores once, but also caused her muscles to atrophy, and she was trembling when she walked two steps down the ground.

A secret guard named Xiong Daneng searched out the letter from Jingxuan House and handed it to Song Qingyue.

Having lived peacefully for too long, Song Qingyue raised her eyebrows, only then did she remember that there was such a person in the temple!She immediately took someone over to "visit" Mrs. Jingxuan.

"Tsk tsk!" She looked at Jingxuan's body that had become emaciated because she could only eat liquid food, and said with a smile, "Master Zeng, you have really enlightened me."

Zeng Maozhi blinked, not understanding whether the imperial concubine was praising herself or making fun of her. The secret guard's method must have a deterrent effect.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jingxuan tried to curse Song Qingyue inarticulately when she saw Song Qingyue.

In return, Song Qingyue sneered like a devil: "Master, if you are honest, I will just let you muddle along like this. If you are not honest, I will ask Mr. Zeng to break the bones for you again."

"Ah! Ahhh!" Jingxuan immediately shook his head desperately in fear, and shrank to the corner of the wall.

Song Qingyue looked down at her coldly. After watching for a while, she decided to invite all the nuns in the temple to watch Zeng Maozhi's performance of how to dismantle the joints of a person's whole body and then close them again.

The whole process only took the effort of a cup of tea, and the screams like killing a pig echoed throughout the temple, scaring all the little girls to turn pale with fright.

So brutal!

What kind of people are under the hands of this prince's concubine!
How can it be so terrifying?
Even Chang Huiying and Xiaoying, the little girls who had been friends with Song Qingyue on weekdays, couldn't help trembling slightly.

Those old nuns who had been friends with Jingxuan were even more frightened, their faces turned pale and they shook like chaff.

Song Qingyue turned her head and smiled sweetly at everyone, and said, "I'm always easy to talk, but if any of you really make me unhappy, I don't mind being a villain."

She walked up to several old nuns who were trying to help Jingxuan deliver the letter, looked down at them for a while, then laughed twice, and led them out.

Several old nuns sat on the ground like a puddle of mud, and one of them even wet his pants.

Too scary!

Where is that concubine a living bodhisattva? She was reincarnated from an evil ghost, right?