He finally discovered that he had overlooked a fundamental issue before: the West had promoted gunpowder and exploded it all over the world, and that was with the support of the industrialized system.

Feng Yong is currently in the stage of quietly developing handicraft industry.

The garbage power of black powder, the garbage output of steel, the quality of garbage, the level of garbage produced by craftsmanship...

The final product is probably not as good as the firearms of the late Ming Dynasty. It is not good at blowing up the enemy, but it is refreshing to blow up your own people. What is the use of this thing?

Huang Yueying looked at the two women who were jumping up and down to avoid the firecrackers, with a look of disappointment on her face: "I see, it seems that I have thought too much."

Feng Yong was a little surprised. He didn't expect Huang Yueying to accept his statement so quickly.

"Thank you, madam, for your trust."

If Huang Yueying doesn't believe in himself and insists on giving it a try, then he will be worried.

If the operation is not standardized and something goes wrong, Zhuge Lao Yao can kill himself alive.

Huang Yueying smiled.

"Is this something from your sect? I only mentioned it once, but you can say so many things. I guess your sect has already made a conclusion."

"If you can have enough, you can use it occasionally if you don't expect it."

Feng Yong said a concluding sentence.
Chapter completed!