jdhmnovel Chapter 502 You two are absolutely lawless!
Chapter 502 You two are absolutely lawless!
Since this bastard says gunpowder is for blasting rocks, let's just believe him.
However, if this bastard's gunpowder is so powerful when it blows up rocks, it must be quite powerful when it blows up yurts, right?
Emperor Zhu gave a slight humph and asked, "Tell me, why isn't this gunpowder you made afraid of being jostled during transport?"
Yang Shaofeng was not very willing to talk to Zhu Chongba, that old man.
However, seeing that Empress Ma was also very curious, Yang Shaofeng finally answered honestly, "I was thinking that since the bumps during the transport of gunpowder can cause it to separate into layers, thus reducing its power, then as long as the gunpowder produced is not powder, it will no longer have the problem of separation?"
At this point, Yang Shaofeng added with a touch of pride, "After having this idea, I sent someone to find a few Taoist priests."
Emperor Zhu's eyes widened, and he asked, "A Taoist priest?"
Yang Shaofeng answered confidently, "Yes, he is a Taoist priest."
"Wasn't gunpowder invented by Taoist priests?"
Just like those anglers who are incredibly skilled in everything except catching fish.
Taoist priests are incredibly powerful in every way except for the fact that they can't become immortals.
Not only was gunpowder accidentally invented by Taoist priests while they were refining elixirs.
Other examples include refractory sealing material "Liu Yi Mud" in materials science, contour mapping in cartography, atmospheric pressure research by Tang Dynasty Taoist Wang Bing in physics, geometric optics experiments and their results recorded by Zhao Youqin, a Taoist from the late Song and early Yuan dynasties in his "New Book of Revolutionary Images," and quadratic equations in mathematics.
It would be a real shame not to bring a few Taoist priests to Dengzhou University; it would be an insult to both the Three Pure Ones and the common people.
After all, besides chemistry, they can also work in physics, mathematics, mechanical engineering and automation, astronomy, and meteorology.
Anyway, I can dabble in all sorts of random subjects.
Yang Shaofeng got more and more excited as he spoke: "I'm thinking, maybe I should find some Taoist priests somewhere and persuade them to teach at Dengzhou University."
Emperor Zhu was so angry at Yang Shaofeng's statement that he laughed.
Where to go?
Was that bastard just trying to find a few Taoist priests to scam?
To be honest, the word "deceive" is quite apt.
They tricked me, tricked me, and I fell for this bastard's trick.
The problem is that if you bring a group of Taoist priests to teach at a university, wouldn't the students they teach be thinking about cultivating immortality and seeking the Dao every day?
Besides, Taoist priests always say "Don't bother me while I'm cultivating immortality," so what are you trying to fool them with, you scoundrel?
Emperor Zhu was internally ranting and raving, but on his face he smiled nonchalantly.
"Alright, go ahead and find as many Taoist priests as you like."
"However, let me tell you the unpleasant things upfront."
“The students at Dengzhou University are all people we need to rely on.”
"We mustn't let those Taoist priests corrupt us."
Emperor Zhu snorted coldly and threatened Yang Shaofeng: "If the students of Dengzhou University think about cultivating immortality and seeking the Dao every day in the future, we will hang you on the city gate tower of Jinling and let you dry in the wind."
Ok?
No, old Deng, isn't your focus off-topic?
The purpose of my showing you granulated black powder is twofold: first, to obtain the title of Marquis of Champion; and second, to have you, old man, fool the Taoist priests.
Now the title of Marquis of Champion has vanished.
You old geezer, you didn't even help me fool the Taoist priest.
So, all my efforts have been in vain?
Yang Shaofeng grew increasingly annoyed, so he pulled a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to Emperor Zhu: "This is a detailed explanation of gunpowder granulation, written by those 'big shots'."
Emperor Zhu accepted it with a beaming smile, but Yang Shaofeng smacked his lips and said in a sarcastic tone, "It has to be a Taoist priest, who doesn't want land or offerings. In prosperous times, he enters the mountains to seek immortality, and in chaotic times, he carries a sword to save the common people."
Ok?
Emperor Zhu always felt that this scoundrel was up to something.
There is even evidence.
However, after looking at the instructions for making gunpowder granules in his hand, Emperor Zhu finally decided to put up with it for the time being.
After all, we were the ones who first said we wouldn't give him the title of Marquis of Champion, so he felt somewhat aggrieved.
After all, he's our son-in-law.
After all, he can make life a little better for ordinary people.
However, just as Emperor Zhu was trying to find various reasons to comfort himself, Yang Shaofeng, oblivious to the danger, blurted out: "Why don't you become a monk someday? You can own a large amount of land and don't have to pay taxes."
"No need to be filial to parents, just say the words to sever worldly ties."
"Even if you violate the laws of the Ming Dynasty, you can say that you can lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."
"In times of chaos, the mountain gates are closed; in times of prosperity, pilgrims are welcomed far and wide."
"Tsk, tsk."
"..."
Yang Shaofeng's voice was very soft, but every word he said was clearly audible to Emperor Zhu.
Emperor Zhu endured it again and again, his hands hidden in his sleeves repeatedly changing from eagle claws to tiger claws, fists, palms, and sword fingers, until finally he could no longer bear it. He reached out and grabbed Yang Shaofeng, who was hiding next to Empress Ma, and then kicked Yang Shaofeng hard in the buttocks.
"You bastard!"
"You can't stand not causing us trouble for a day, can you?!"
"I was a monk, but what did my being a monk do to offend you?"
"Do we want to become monks?"
The more Emperor Zhu spoke, the angrier he became, and he couldn't help but kick him again.
I must say, it feels pretty good on the feet.
The main thing is that I feel comfortable.
Emperor Zhu, his face dark, continued to berate: "You bastard."
"They even made up stories about us being lazy when cleaning the Buddha statues, and about us letting the Buddha statues fly out of the main hall by themselves, which resulted in the Buddha statues losing an arm from the rain."
"You think we don't know that you and that little beast Zhu Biao made all this up together?"
"You two are absolutely lawless!"
Yang Shaofeng was slightly taken aback.
No, Zhu Biao, this black sesame seed, is so shameless that he even betrayed his brother-in-law?
I didn't use enough force when I was dealing with him!
Emperor Zhu kicked Yang Shaofeng again and scolded, "Especially you, you always come here and make sarcastic remarks when you're just a little bit upset."
Seeing that Emperor Zhu was getting more and more into kicking, Empress Ma suddenly coughed and advised, "The child is still young, just say a few words and that's enough."
As Empress Ma finished speaking, Emperor Zhu's eyes widened in surprise.
No.
This bastard started it by making sarcastic remarks about us!
I feel even more wronged!
Besides, what does it mean that the child is still young?
It's true what they say, a doting mother spoils her son!
For some inexplicable reason, Emperor Zhu suddenly remembered the days when he was a monk.
In times of chaos, the mountain gates are closed; in times of prosperity, pilgrims are welcomed far and wide.
That's actually quite fitting, damn well.
Emperor Zhu snorted coldly, then glared at Yang Shaofeng, his face dark, and said, "Later, you write a memorial about how monks don't engage in production, don't pay taxes, collect incense money, and lend money at interest... Forget it, don't write it."