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When Li Si found Mo Dou, the other party was arranging a group of people to buy flour in small bags, planning to evacuate the workshop and head towards the barren mountains. Li Si stepped forward to stop him with great interest, and asked, "Where is Dou going?" ?”

With so much food, it feels like you are planning to move out of Xianyang. Does Your Majesty know...

Of course Ying Zheng... I don't know... Mo Dou didn't tell Ying Zheng what he thought. After all, it was just a conjecture of his. If he wanted to take it as a surprise, he had to at least wait until he tried it out.

Mo Dou turned his head and saw Li Si, and greeted him in a good mood: "It's nothing, I just had an immature idea."

Li Si had some ideas in his mind, and guessed that this ink fountain was going to make something again, so he stopped asking, but asked another question: "Where is Mrs. Qing, I don't seem to have heard the explosion today? "

Mo Dou replied with a smile: "I asked her to go to Qianjin Pavilion to apply for a patent."

Although Qing has stated several times that he doesn't need it and is not in a hurry, Mo Dou still stubbornly drives people out. After all, dust explosion is not a difficult technique, only flour is enough...

Li Si asked curiously: "Could it be that the drug has been successfully developed?"

"Half and half," Mo Dou saw that there were not many people ready to prepare, so he replied casually, "We have small-scale explosive attack weapons, and fireworks have been invented, but large-scale blasting for engineering has not yet been developed. come out."

Mo Dou accidentally said a lot of modern nouns. Li Si understood half of them, but he didn't notice a single word.

"Fireworks, listening to the name is something to enjoy?"

It looks very beautiful and fun, maybe it can be used by Yao Jia.

"Indeed." Mo Dou thought for a while and asked, "Are you planning to use this to bribe the Four Kingdoms? If so, just wait a few more days."

These inventions are all related to the Communist Party and are more sensitive. We still have to wait for Yingzheng to decide whether to make them public.

The other two are impossible, but maybe fireworks, although in a way, fireworks can still be used as weapons, but if you make a firework stick or something, it is really just a toy. One can only imagine how powerful it is.

Having achieved his goal, Li Si stopped pestering Mo Dou and said goodbye, but Mo Dou stopped him instead.

"Li Tingwei, wait a minute," Mo Dou was dull, as if hesitating, and finally said, "I heard that Mr. Seal Script is the best in the world, I have an idea, and I wonder if you would like to try it?"

"It's not impossible to be the best in the world, but you can still use this handwriting," Li Si smiled, and then said seriously, "Is there something wrong with the fight? I'm determined to do my best."

"Qin has conquered Han and Zhao, unified the six kingdoms, and it is a foregone conclusion, but this does not mean that the world is unified," Mo Dou looked at Li Si seriously, "Unification of the world is not just about merging cities and lands together. Yes, at least the integration and exchanges of people from all over the world are needed.”

Li Si continued to speak slowly: "However, the accents of people in different countries are different, and the accents of the North and the South are even more different..."

Speaking of this, Li Si's heart skipped a beat, he paused, as if he was worried about something, Mo Dou asked directly: "Sir, would you like to unify the writing?"

In a way, this is another kind of unity, but this time, it was achieved by him.Li Si's heart beat faster and faster, and the ideas proposed by Mo Dou gradually expanded in his mind. The seven languages ​​recorded in his mind seemed to be attracted by this brand new world, gathered together one after another, and then slowly merged into a new one. shape……

Mo Dou waited patiently, until Li Si came to his senses: "What do you think, sir?"

"Li Si is not talented, I hope to give it a try." Li Si swallowed, resisting the desire to go home immediately and start preparations, and reluctantly humbled himself, "However, this matter is important, and I am afraid that the king thinks that I am not competent... ..."

Just agree, no one is more suitable than Li Si, Mo Dou heaved a sigh of relief, patted the other person on the shoulder, and tried to induce Li Si: "Sir, you are self-effacing, what are you afraid of with your talents, if you are worried, you can write a few words first. Let the king read the words."

Li Si subconsciously asked: "In your opinion, which words should be written?"

Mo Dou said in a broken voice: "Being ordered by the sky, you can live forever, just these eight words."

Li Si hesitated for a moment: The meaning of the word is good, but I always feel that something is weird...

Sending off the weird Li Si, Mo Dou couldn't help sighing. For this Heshibi, he probably has to learn carving. Although he has a background in carpentry, jade carving skills are still different after all. In Li Si's handwriting, there are five dragons on it...five...

I hope he won't be handicapped...

Thinking of this, Mo Dou even complained to Ying Zheng a bit: What's wrong with giving it away, but He's Bi?If he does this, he will be under a lot of pressure, okay?

Regardless of whether the distant Yingzheng sneezed because of it, Mo Dou temporarily put this matter aside. Anyway, the word has not yet come out, there is still a country to fight, and he still has time. The current party priority is to try the dust explosion.

The conditions for dust explosion are similar to those of fire, as long as three items are met, highly concentrated dust combustibles, sufficient combustion aids, and ignition point.Although the conditions are simple, they are extremely powerful. Almost every accident means the destruction of an entire factory.

At that time, because there were already powerful guns, the dust explosion could only be regarded as a dangerous accident, and it was not used for social production at all. However, in ancient times, the ink fountain found its use.

Mo Dou led people around half a circle outside Xianyang City, and finally found a cave with sufficient oxygen when it was dark, and it would not endanger the city if it collapsed. With a look in his eyes, he ordered: "Turn out all the torches, and pour a bag of flour down first."

Not many people moved, only those holding torches extinguished the fire, and the rest stood in the dark, holding the flour and standing motionless around the cave.

Although Mo Dou knows that he has spent a lot of money to collect these flours, he is a person who has seen industrial production after all, and he doesn't feel much about it. However, other people are different, except for the decades of rapid development in China. As a fine grain, it has always been considered a small stove that is rarely eaten once, not to mention that it is now in the pre-Qin period. Judging from the efficiency and productivity of this era, Mo Dou's order is simply insane.

Crazier than making fireworks out of gold.

In this situation, even the highly prestigious Uncle Niu can't help: no one wants to throw away the money in their hands for nothing...

Mo Dou sighed, and changed his order: "Everyone, put down the flour and wait for me at the top of the mountain."

Uncle Niu said in a deep voice, "Hurry up!"

In such a situation, they could only put down the flour unwillingly, and walked towards the top of the mountain with three steps and three turns. Seeing that everyone had left, Uncle Niu slowed down his voice and persuaded Mo Dou: "They don't understand, so don't be angry. "

Mo Dou waved his hand to show that he didn't care. Uncle Niu stopped talking when he saw this. He followed Mo Dou to move the excess flour behind the stone in the distance, leaving only a few bags, and then squatted beside the cave and sprinkled it slowly.

The loose white dust poured down at the bottom of the cave, rolling up tiny white waves, and the tiny particles floated lightly in the air under the moonlight, causing Mo Dou to sneeze several times, his face and body were covered with flour, It looks a little embarrassed.

"It should be...ahem...almost..."

As soon as Mo Dou opened his mouth, he choked on the flour, and now his mouth also smelled of flour.

Uncle Niu is much better, his beard is full of flour, but he didn't pay attention to this, his attention was all on the firelight below the mountain: "It seems that someone is coming..."

How could there be someone at this time?

Mo Dou turned his head to look at the foot of the mountain, and sure enough, he saw a little bit of fire. Could it be that Ying Zheng sent someone to look for him...

"Uncle Niu, have you told the king, I will go back later today."

Uncle Niu said innocently: "I told the king."

But the king is still worried, what can he do?

Mo Dou twitched the corners of his mouth, and he had no choice but to stop people down—the open fire should not be allowed to approach here.

"No passing here."

Mo Dou stepped forward to dissuade him, and then tragedy happened. The moment he appeared, the soldiers backed away in fright, and then they all uttered screams, turned around and ran away: "Ghost!!!"

The cold night wind blew over the back of his neck, causing goosebumps all over his body. Mo Dou froze his body instantly, and the ghost movies he had seen before appeared in Mo Dou's mind one by one like a revolving lantern.

Mo Dou, who is dressed in white powder, wants to cry but has no tears: Hey... Make it clear, where is the ghost...