met free Chapter 501 Why is that bastard here again?
Chapter 501 Why is that bastard here again?
"Damn it."
Perhaps because he had too much contact with the people of Ningyang, Emperor Zhu gradually learned the local Ningyang swear words.
Emperor Zhu, his face dark and sour, cursed and said, "None of these bastards are any good."
"They are all thinking about how to take money out of ordinary people, and no one cares about their lives."
"Fortunately, because of Marquis Yihui, we thought that there are always good and bad gentry in the world, and we can't condemn them all."
"Now it seems that our son-in-law was right. If we tied them up and beheaded them one by one, there would definitely be innocent people. If we beheaded them every other one, there would definitely be some who escaped."
As he continued his tirade, Emperor Zhu suddenly changed his tone and began cursing Yang Shaofeng: "And that bastard too."
"That bastard, he's all respectful and filial on the surface, but who knows what he's doing laughing at us behind our backs."
"Damn it, it's truly unprecedented for an emperor to be as poor as us."
"..."
Empress Ma glanced at Emperor Zhu and snorted coldly, saying, "It seems that the first emperor in history to have a son-in-law like ours is truly one of a kind."
Empress Ma's words made Emperor Zhu's face turn even more unpleasant.
Let's just say it, let's just say this bastard isn't a good person!
Look at this bastard, he's made our girl happy, now we can't even say a few words to him!
"No."
Emperor Zhu stammered, "Sister, have you forgotten? He also schemed against the female officials in the palace, he..."
Just as Emperor Zhu was about to intensify his smear campaign, Erhu, who was guarding outside the door, called out loudly, "Your Majesty, the Imperial Son-in-Law requests an audience."
Emperor Zhu was slightly taken aback. He first said, "Let him come over," and then looked at Empress Ma and asked, "Why is that scoundrel here again?"
Empress Ma gave a slight snort and said in a rather sarcastic tone, "Last time he came, he showed you what high-end luxury is all about. Perhaps he has some new tricks up his sleeve this time?"
……
"boom!"
With a loud bang and the faint smell of gunpowder, Emperor Zhu's expression changed drastically.
"How can two identical packets of gunpowder be so different?"
"You altered the gunpowder formula?"
"No, it's not a modified recipe."
"If the gunpowder were prepared on-site, it would have about the same power."
"Aren't you worried about the jostling during transport of your gunpowder?"
Yang Shaofeng chuckled and said, "Father-in-law, you have great foresight."
"The gunpowder that my son-in-law had made is indeed resistant to bumps and jostles during transport."
The formula for black powder is very simple.
One part nitrate, two parts sulfur, and three parts charcoal.
Not to mention that Yang Shaofeng himself was familiar with this ratio, even if he didn't, he could easily find a Taoist temple and grab two Taoist priests to make it.
Therefore, the technology for manufacturing gunpowder has never been a secret.
The real limitation to the development of black powder is that powdered black powder can separate into layers due to bumps during transportation.
After separation, nitrate is nitrate, sulfur is sulfur, and charcoal is charcoal.
If it's mixed thoroughly, it's better; if it's not mixed evenly, its power will be greatly reduced, and the risk of a barrel explosion may even increase due to the increased proportion of nitrate.
The problem is that the situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, and there is simply no chance to remix every time.
Therefore, when Emperor Zhu saw Yang Shaofeng bring gunpowder to the hillside outside Dengzhou City and use it to blast the mountain without re-mixing it evenly, yet without affecting its power, Emperor Zhu immediately realized something was wrong.
After regaining his senses, Emperor Zhu's face darkened, and he cursed at Yang Shaofeng, "You bastard!"
"You're a prefect, and also the son-in-law of the emperor, how could you do something like this?"
"Don't you know how dangerous this thing is?"
As he continued his tirade, Emperor Zhu suddenly became enraged again: "No matter how many new tricks you come up with, you can forget about going to the battlefield! And you can forget about becoming the Marquis of Champion!"
WTF?
Even granulated black powder wouldn't be enough to replace a champion.
You old fool, you insist on giving me the title of Duke of Wa, don't you?
Damn it!
It seems that the famously decadent writer Zhou Yuzhai was right.
What you can't get on the battlefield, you can't get at the negotiating table either.
Since Old Deng is absolutely unwilling to hand over the Champion Marquis title, I might as well build a few cannons myself and bombard Zhu Chongba, that old Deng, directly.
If you won't give it to me, I'll take it myself!
Just as Yang Shaofeng was pondering how to criticize Zhu Chongba, Empress Ma turned her head and glared at Zhu Chongba, saying, "Let's talk things out."
After reprimanding Zhu Chongba, Empress Ma turned her gaze to Yang Shaofeng: "On the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes, and stray arrows are everywhere. Even seasoned generals may not dare to say that they can dodge all stray arrows."
“You’re not alone now. You still have Jin’er and Yu’er, your father-in-law, and me, your mother-in-law. Can you bear to make us all wait for you with bated breath?”
At this point, Empress Ma suddenly smiled and said, "Actually, both fathers and mothers have their own selfish motives."
“If there is a real need, His Majesty and I would rather the two of us go to the battlefield again than have you, Biao’er, the second, the third, the fourth, and the fifth go to the battlefield.”
"This idea is selfish."
"It also goes against your own wishes."
"But what parent isn't selfish?"
"..."
Yang Shaofeng clenched his fist, but in the end he could only helplessly let it go.
Empress Ma continued, "Furthermore, didn't His Majesty grant you the title of Duke of Ying?"
"The title 'Champion Marquis' sounds nice, but as I said before, his parents had their own selfish motives."
"Compared to sealing the wolf's lair, His Majesty and I would much rather you, Jin'er, and Yu'er live a peaceful and happy life together."
"Just as Mr. Dongpo said, I only wish my child to be foolish and clumsy, so that he may reach the position of high official without any disaster or hardship."
"..."
Yang Shaofeng sniffed.
So, I guess I'll never get the title of Marquis of Champion in this lifetime?
wrong.
The famous decadent writer Tang Yuanqi once said that most parents don't get to see their children grow old.
Regardless of whether Zhu Biao, that little Deng, will die early, the old Deng will likely pass away before me.
Then we'll figure out a way to get the title of Marquis of Champion. No one should be able to stop us then, right?
Thinking of this, Yang Shaofeng chuckled and said, "Father-in-law and mother-in-law have misunderstood your son-in-law."
"I don't want to lead troops into battle, nor do I want the title of Marquis of Champion."
"The reason for doing this is solely for quarrying stone."
"After all, relying solely on manpower is too slow; it's much faster to use gunpowder to blast rocks."
Emperor Zhu and Empress Ma exchanged a glance.
Should we listen to what this bastard is spouting?
To build the road, he used gunpowder to blast rocks.
Ah.
Emperor Zhu said with a forced smile, "Fine, since you've said so, then we'll believe you."