After traveling through time, I became a thorn in the eyes of the sickly prince

After getting the guarantee, Mu Xi took out a detailed recipe for making explosives and how to avoid them.

"Remember the order I told you: 15 parts saltpeter, 3 parts charcoal, and 2 parts sulfur. You must follow the steps on this piece of paper before you start."

Mu Zili took the recipe and asked, "Is it that simple?"

"Yes, these things can be put into a teapot or an iron ball and mixed with nails or porcelain fragments to increase the destructive power."

"Okay, I'll remember it!" Mu Zili's eyes were full of joy, and he stuffed the explosives recipe into his arms, feeling that An Muxi had become an unattainable god in his heart. Suddenly he thought of something, and his eyes became lonely, "But, I don't have silver, this ten taels of gold is yours, and that bag of silver, grandpa also asked me to buy herbs!"

"Just use the ten taels of gold to buy them. It would be best if you can get back the three things I mentioned before dark." After saying that, he took out a stack of silver bills.

Mu Zilie took the banknotes and counted them. There were exactly five thousand taels. "So much?" He looked incredulous.

"Take it and prepare for war. As a friend, I have nothing to help you with. War is full of swords and I don't want you to die so quickly! Over the years, it seems that the eldest lady of the An family has only made this one true friend."

Seeing the concern in Mu Xi's eyes, Mu Zili's eyes suddenly turned red. "Money bag, I don't know how to thank you. I have spent a lot of money on you since I was a child. You are the most humane friend I have ever met."

"Stop being sad and tender, and get to work! Deliver saltpeter, sulfur, and charcoal to this blacksmith's shop."

It is said that every failure makes one wiser. After experiencing the brutal killings in the Apocalypse Kingdom, Mu Xi knew clearly what Mu Zili would face in the future. She just wanted him to live well, it was that simple.

Mu Zili took the banknote and turned away.

Mu Xi walked into the blacksmith's shop.

I saw a middle-aged man holding a big hammer and hitting the red-hot iron sheet hard, sending sparks flying.

"Uncle, I want a thousand hollow iron balls the size of two fists, with a big hole in each ball!" Bombs of this size can be thrown far away by oneself.

"Okay, but you have to pay first."

"How much? Oh, and I also need a lot of small nails. The sharper the better?" If you stuff the small nails into the bomb yourself, it will be more powerful.

"Thirty taels of silver and you can take all the four bags of nails!" The uncle pointed to the corner of the wall outside the yard.

Mu Xi took out thirty taels of silver from his pocket and put it on the counter. "It would be best if it can be finished by noon so I can take it away."

"I can't be that fast. Iron ball is a slow job, and I'm the only one here!"

"I'll give you one tael of silver, which is enough for you to hire someone. Get it done as quickly as possible!"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then he put down his work and said happily, "Okay, okay, I'll go get someone to help."

Walking out of the blacksmith shop, Mu Xi looked at the uncle's anxious back and sighed in his heart. Whether in ancient times or modern times, money can make the devil work.

He searched for the porcelain shop he had just seen and strode over. He wanted to buy more teapots. These things had a large capacity and could be used to make some larger explosives. Experiencing life and death again, Mu Xi felt grateful for having survived a disaster, so he had to prepare enough bombs and not be in danger again.

When I entered the porcelain shop, the boss immediately came up to me and said, "Sir, what do you want?"

Mu Xi took out a silver note and said, "Send all the teapots in your shop to the yard of the blacksmith shop across the street!"

Looking at the banknote, the shop owner immediately smiled. It had been a long time since he had seen such a big customer.

So the waiters in the porcelain shop simply used a cart to deliver all the teapots to the other side.

Muxi put four large bags of nails and all the teapots into the space.

After finishing the work, I sat on a chair in the blacksmith's shop and watched the uncle and two other men making iron balls.

The ancient people were very smart. They poured the molten iron into containers one by one, waited for the molten iron to cool completely, and then smashed the containers, which was a bit of a waste of time.

An Muxi waited until the afternoon before Muzili sent people to deliver truckloads of saltpeter, sulfur, and charcoal. After counting, there were more than 500 bags in total. Muxi took 400 bags and kept the rest for Muzili.

Only after the uncle in the iron shop made a thousand hollow iron balls did Mu Xi finish his work. He left five hundred for Zi Li and put the rest into the space.

After walking out of the blacksmith's yard, he was thinking about finding a restaurant to have a good hot meal. When he saw a group of officials outside, his expression immediately froze.

Du Gang was seen leaning on a crutch, followed by a large group of officials, all of whom were looking at him with scorching eyes.

"No, Master Du, why are you here!!!"

Du Gang moved the cane to his other armpit and took out the exile document from his arms. "Princess, please follow me to Yazhou!" He then looked at the official behind him and said, "Put on the shackles!"

"Clatter~~" An officer came over carrying iron shackles.

"Are you fucking stupid? If your leg is broken, why don't you just go home and recover? Why did you have to arrest me? Don't you know that I'm dead? How come you didn't die in the fire in the valley?"

Du Gang grabbed Mu Xi's arm and said sternly, "If your subordinate loses the prisoner, it will not only be a capital crime, but also implicate the whole family!" He pried open the shackles with his big hands, bent down and put them around Mu Xi's ankles.

The other two officers carried Mu Xi into the prison van.

Feeling the coldness on her ankle, An Muxi roared again: "Daxia is so lucky to have an honest official like you in handling cases. It's been so long, can't it just be over? I still have something great to do!!!"

Du Gang didn't look at Mu Xi's angry face, and jumped onto the horse with one leg.

The carriage moved slowly, and more and more people gathered.

In the crowd, Mu Xi actually saw Ge Xiuwen, the leader of Tiger Village. Needless to say, he was Ge Xiuyuan's biological brother and Ge Li's eldest son. It turned out that this group of people had been following him secretly. Now they knew that he was the exiled Princess Duan.

It was at this moment that Ge Xiuwen realized Mu Xi's true identity. He gave his brothers a look, and the crowd immediately rushed towards the prison van.

"Back off, back off!" an officer shouted.

Du Gang pulled out the whip from his waist and suddenly jumped into the air. At the same time, he whipped the people from Tiger Village hard.

"Don't think that I don't know who you are. If you dare to obstruct my investigation, I will ask the court for permission to destroy your village." He stared at Ge Xiuwen with a scorching gaze, as if he wanted to stare a hole in his eyes.

"She, she is my sister." Ge Xiuyuan shouted loudly.

Mu Xi put on his hat and didn't look at Du Gang's awesome behavior. With such high martial arts skills, he was just an escort officer, Tu Bi.

Ge Xiuwen pulled his brother out of the crowd, followed by a dozen people.

The prisoner van went on for a while.

Mu Zili finally came with Cheng Peng, Cheng Lin and a dozen other soldiers. Seeing Mu Xi imprisoned in the carriage, he could not help but get angry. He drew his sword and pointed at Du Gang on horseback.

"Let her go. Do you know who she is?"