It was night, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and Master Liu was awakened by a crying sound. Damn it wouldn't be haunted.

When he touched Qi Yun's position beside him, Liu Mingzhi was shocked and hurriedly put on his coat and got up and got out of bed. Qi Yun was pregnant, so where could he run in the middle of the night?

"Madam, where have you been?"

The room was empty and there was no response.

Liu Mingzhi opened the door anxiously, and a white shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Ghost."

"Ghost!"

"Yeah? Old man?"

"Yeah? A slut?"

"I said I didn't sleep in the middle of the night, why are you doing?"

"You haven't slept, so why are you doing when you come out?"

"I'm looking for Yun'er, she's gone."

"I'm looking for your mother, she's gone."

“Look together.”

"OK."

The night in the Liu Mansion is desolate and the wind is noisy.

Liu Mingzhi tightened his clothes: "Old man, do you feel that there is a coldness behind you?"

"Don't be blind, it's a bit cold." Liu Zhian also tightened his robe.

"Yeah"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Liu Mingzhi swallowed: "Old man, you have many enemies, so you don't have anything buried in your mansion."

"Get out of here, don't talk nonsense, what do you mean by throwing it into the river to feed you?"

"No, don't you think the crying is a bit scary?"

"Don't you think the crying sounds familiar?"

Liu Mingzhi was stunned: "It's Yun'er's voice!"

"And your mother!"

Liu Mingzhi narrowed his eyes. Although the old man was right, why did he sound like he was cursing?

On the steps outside the pavilion, two figures looked at the moonlight in the sky, their faces were sad and confused, as if something existed above the moon, and they were Qi Yun and Liu's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

"Yun'er, why did you run out in the middle of the night? Where are you pregnant?"

"Madam, you are so anxious. You are pregnant and you can't cultivate your body well. Why are you running around?"

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law both looked back at their husbands with tears in their eyes, with tears on their faces.

"Husband, the moon is not full."

"Master, the moon is not full."

Liu Zhian and his son patted their foreheads, their faces frowned. What's the matter? What's wrong with the moon not being round? Are you crying in the middle of the night?

Liu Mingzhi has heard that pregnant women are prone to emotional unstable and easily offend the axis in certain matters, but this is too axis. The moon is not round, which makes it uncomfortable to use.

The father and son each supported their wives and ignored each other and comforted each other, and returned to the room with a look of pain.

"Husband, the moon is not full."

"Okay, be obedient, you'll be perfect after a night's sleep, be good."

"real?"

"Of course it's true. Be obedient, go to bed quickly."

"good."

Qi Yun fell into a deep sleep and breathed evenly, but Young Master Liu tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He looked at Qi Yun's baby-like face and sighed heavily: "What's this? Will you get angry tomorrow because of the cloudy day?"

"Liu Song, can you not shake your fucking hands? If you shake them again, you will still shine with wrinkles?"

On an open space in the Liu family's side courtyard, Liu Mingzhi and a group of servants were all shirtless and busy. There were many wooden barrels next to them containing various items, and there were many jars and jars placed on the wooden shelf next to them.

Half an hour passed, and Liu Song and some servants looked at a glass that was three feet tall and one foot wide with enthusiasm.

"Young Master, we actually made the glass with sand." Liu Song carefully touched the smooth mirror, fearing that the glass would break if the strength was too high.

The other servants were also ready to move, but no one dared to touch the glass with his hands like Liu Song.

Liu Mingzhi frowned and looked at the glass with a lot of drums: "No, there are too many bubbles and the heat is wrong, try again."

"Young Master, what do you want to do? So much charcoal has been used."

Liu Mingzhi was stunned. Is the charcoal fire temperature too low: "Liu Song, is there any coal in our mansion?"

"Young Master, what is coal?"

"It's black, and it's burning with black smoke."

Liu Song touched his head: "Is the young master talking about Black Stone?"

"Come and take a look."

"But Master, that thing is poisonous when burned, and it will kill people."

"Stop talking nonsense, just take it if you want to take it." Liu Mingzhi casually swung the glass in his hand to the ground, and then he fiddled with the jars and jars.

With a clang, the glass was broken, and the hearts of Liu Song and others were broken. Such a good Liuli was directly thrown by the young master?

"You guys, you need to change the appearance of the stove again, otherwise you will get gas poisoned."

Half an hour passed again: "Young Master, this piece of glass is clear and transparent without anything. Are you satisfied?"

"Okay, that's great. You guys follow the method just now to make a few more pieces of glass. You guys are ready to dissolve the silver. I'll use it later."

"This is a mirror? How can it be so clear?"

"Haha, that dog-good guy said that studying is useless. You can create a mirror and I'll take a look."

Although the mirror in front of Liu Mingzhi was slightly flawed and incomparable to industrial products from later generations, it was hundreds of times stronger than bronze mirrors.

"You guys, be careful not to cut your hands. This thing is no worse than a sword when sharp. Let the carpenter he found cover the corner and then send it to the wife and the young wife."

Liu Mingzhi specially prepared a one-person-high mirror for Qi Yun as a dressing mirror, so he must like it.

"Yes, Master."

"These small mirrors must also be wrapped around the corners and tell the carpenter not to worry about breaking a few pieces of glass. I will not blame him. I must wrap the corners tightly and not have the problem of cutting my hands."

"I know, Master."

"Liu Song, after the little mirror is finished, I remember to send someone to send twenty sides of Erlong Mountain to Miss Wenren Yunshu, and then said that I promised to compensate her. The mirror I gave her to the ten sides to the chief Wenren Mountain."

"I know, Master."

"You guys keep doing it. Today, everyone present will reward each of them with a silver of 1,000 taels to settle down. In the future, they will make glass mirrors in Liu Mansion. If these things are spread, you will not finish your words, but he knows that the people understand what he means.

The servants who were already eyebrowing were cold in their hearts. Liu Mingzhi's tone was too cold, and all those little thoughts were gone.

Liu Mingzhi, who had not yet left the side courtyard, suddenly heard a deafening sound, which resounded throughout the Liu Mansion and broke the tranquility of the Liu Mansion.

Without thinking, Liu Mingzhi hurriedly turned around and ran to the place where the glass was made. The place where he saw it was in a mess. Many servants stared at the damaged venue in a daze.

"What's going on? What's the noise?"

But no one answered Liu Mingzhi's question, and they all stared blankly at the place without saying a word.

Only then did Liu Mingzhi realize that these people might have been shocked and deafened. He hurriedly looked around, but fortunately, no one was lying on the ground, which was a blessing in disgrace.

Liu Mingzhi looked at the furnace that was blown into a mess and was quietly enlightened: "This is not explosives, how could it cause such a big noise?"

Liu Mingzhi used an iron shovel to touch the residue on the ground and his eyes lit up: "It's not that the charcoal was not cleaned up, and the liquid nitrate was accidentally mixed into black gunpowder, but without sulfur, it wouldn't be possible to explode. Coal must be coal, and coal contains sulfur. One, two, two, and three wood ash is the formula for black gunpowder, but it's a coincidence."
Chapter completed!