Deng Zhi seemed to have remembered something, and turned to look at Feng Junhou again with some surprise:

"My dear nephew, will everything be okay?"

Feng Junhou smiled:

"Uncle Deng, don't worry. What can happen? Even if something happens, it will be in a deserted mountain and wild place, and it won't get in the way."

"By the way, Deng Zhi, it's best to warn the local people not to run there if nothing happens. There are always some weird things happening in mining areas."

"I remember when I was digging coal in Nanxiang, a three-foot-long worm was dug up in the mountain. Some people said it was about to turn into a dragon. So if anyone is curious and sneaks in and sees something rare, please spread the word.

Rumors spread and make people panic."

Seeing Feng Junhou's calm and confident expression, Deng Zhi simply said that he had little experience and didn't know much about things like mining.

He nodded immediately and said:

"Since my nephew said this, I will ask people to pay more attention to it."

Capital of the Xinghan Hui didn't care, so naturally Deng Zhi wouldn't worry about him.

To put it bluntly, even if someone is really killed by thunderbolt, it is not a big deal.

Because apart from the people from the Xinghan Hui, the rest there were either laborers or criminals sent by the government, and there were also some Bingzhou barbarians.

"There is one more thing that Uncle Deng should pay attention to. Taiyuan County still needs to pay attention to farming." Feng Junhou held a riding whip in his hand and pointed at the large grassland in front of him, "It is not suitable to grow food outside the Great Wall."

"So in the future, we will still have to rely on Uncle Deng to transport food here from Taiyuan."

With Yanmen Fortress as the boundary, although some grain can be grown in the Datong Plain to the north, the yield is not too high, and part of it must be supplied within the fortress.

The Taiyuan Plain south of Yanmen Fortress is the real essence of Bingzhou, and it is also the main grain-producing area of ​​Bingzhou.

Each base of the Xinghan Hui will have a food supply base.

Off-duty workers need to consume a large amount of calories. In an era when protein supply is insufficient, the demand for food is even stronger.

Taiyuan Plain is the food supply base planned by Feng Junhou.

"Don't worry, my dear nephew, as soon as spring started this year, the Xinghan Association transported a lot of farm tools and grain seeds to Taiyuan."

"Speaking of which, I have really taken too much credit from my nephew this time. If I can't even do this well, how can I have the dignity to occupy the position of governor of Bingzhou?"

Deng Zhi replied and sighed in his heart:

Relying on Xinghanhui makes everything easier.

Others have to exert a lot of effort to do things, but if you rely on Xinghan Hui, you only need to use three points of effort, and you are already much stronger than others.

The two were talking when they saw a group of people galloping in the distance.

When Deng Zhi saw clearly the appearance of the men and horses, he wisely said to Feng Junhou:

"I have other things to do, so I won't disturb you."

Feng Junhou held up his hands and said, "Uncle Deng, please do as you please."

The person coming at this time was none other than Guan Xiaojunhou, who was leading people over.

In this team of carriages and horses, there was not only a carriage, but also several carts pulled by mules.

The wheels of the cart are much taller than ordinary carts, and the entire cart is specially designed and reinforced. Although it looks simple, it is very convenient for pulling goods on the grassland.

It was Feng Junhou who imitated the Lele car that had been passed down for thousands of years and improved it.

Guan Xiaojunhou rode up to Feng Junhou, and the car behind him opened the window, revealing Amei's pretty face.

There was a light of joy in Amei's eyes.

When Feng Junhou saw her little appearance, he felt happy and looked at Guan Xiaojunhou again.

Guan Xiaojunhou, who had always been cool in front of outsiders, could not hide his excitement at this time.

"Set up camp and rest!"

As the guard camp dispersed, Feng Junhou looked at his two wives and concubines: "How?"

"Alang, it's really, really, really awesome!"

Guan Xiaojunhou, who was always calm, couldn't wait to give a thumbs up, "It's really amazing! That big mountaintop was blown up in half..."

"It's an exaggeration. How can it be so powerful?"

Feng Junhou smiled and shook his head, "At most, it will make a big hole."

How powerful must the TNT of later generations be before they can be said to be able to blow up half a mountain?

Not to mention that the current one used is just black gunpowder. After years of testing by Ah Mei, it should be the best formula.

The most important thing is to master the equivalents used in various situations.

This time I came to Bingzhou to test various types of equivalents and finally compile them into practical guidance materials.

But even if it is the best formula and the equivalent amount is mastered, it cannot be compared with tnt.

"Almost the same!" Guan Xiaojunhou didn't care about that much, but seeing her face full of joy, he said, "In my opinion, blowing up the city is enough."

There's a big difference between blowing up half a mountain and blowing up a city.

Most of the current cities are made of rammed earth, and even counterweight trebuchets cannot stop them.

However, it was not easy for Feng Junhou to attack Guan Xiaojunhou, who was immersed in imagination and wanted to lead an army with explosives to blow up the world.

He looked at Amei and asked another thing:

"How, the coal there may burn sulfur?"

Amei shook her head:

"The quality of the coal there is considered to be very good, but the quality for refining sulfur is a bit inferior."

"It doesn't matter." Feng Junhou said with a smile, "The quality of the coal is good, which is a good thing."

"From Pingcheng to Mayi, the underground is full of coal. There must be places suitable for sulfur refining. We will go to Pingcheng tomorrow to have a look."

After hearing his Alang's words, Guan Xiaojunhou suddenly remembered something:

"Alang, Pingcheng and Mayi are now considered places outside the Great Wall. There are thieves in the east, so we need to be careful."

"Don't worry, Mr. Xi, the eyes of the world are now only looking at Luoyang, Yecheng, east of the river." Feng Junhou smiled mysteriously, "I am interested in Youzhou."

"Youzhou?"

Feng Junhou smiled slightly:

"Yes, Youzhou. The only place in the world that can produce excellent war horses is Liangzhou and Youzhou. Now both Liangzhou and Bingzhou are under the control of the Han Dynasty."

"The current war horses of the Wei thieves are all produced in Youzhou. If Youzhou is gone, in a few years, the cavalry of the Wei thieves will no longer have any use."

The lifespan of horses in later generations is about thirty years, but this is under scientific breeding.

But in this era without scientific animal husbandry, it is enough to live for twenty-five years.

The horses are the oldest and must be three years old before they can be selected to join the army.

After entering the army, it takes another one to two years to train before riding it on the battlefield.

If it is lucky enough to survive on the battlefield and wars are not frequent, it can serve until it is about twelve years old.

Because that is its peak period. After that age, it begins to decline, and forcing it to charge will only hinder it on the battlefield.

At this time, it can basically be transferred to the logistics department to transport grain and grass.

But this is an ideal situation, and in reality the situation is often:

Most of the war horses did not wait until they were twelve years old, died on the battlefield, or were injured, and could never become war horses again.

Or it may have experienced too many battles and too many rides, causing it to age prematurely.

Wei State has already dominated the world with its fine cavalry, and coupled with the secrets that Yang Yi has brought, I believe that Wei State's cavalry will be greatly improved.

But now, Feng Junhou smiled evilly, he no longer planned to play cavalry versus cavalry with Wei.

The Ghost King cast his eyes directly on Youzhou, intending to draw fire from the bottom of the cauldron.
Chapter completed!