"Doing everything." Compared to his wife, the old man seemed quite honest and answered all questions. "Quarrying, digging, digging roads, providing landfills, and planting explosives."

He Lingchuan was startled: "You still use explosives?"

Fashionable. He has been to the mines in Qiansong County, where mining is purely manual.

"Ah, yes, it is more labor-saving. We have been using gunpowder here for many years." In other words, it is an old traditional art. "Until the mine was abandoned, there was still a lot of gunpowder that was not used up."

Shan Youjun and others couldn't help but curse. Now they finally knew where the gunpowder that killed the officials of Dunyu's grain transport team came from.

Of course He Lingchuan also thought of it, his eyes flickered, and he asked the old man: "Do you still have any leftover gunpowder at home?"

"No, no." The old man waved his hands repeatedly, "How could you do such a stupid thing? If your home is blown up, it's not worth it."

"Uh..." the old woman next to her looked embarrassed, "could the gunpowder you mentioned be hidden in a black and white jar?"

After decades of marriage, the old man understood her expression and said in shock: "Don't tell me that you hid gunpowder at home! I obviously threw it away!"

The old woman smiled coquettishly: "It would be a pity to throw it away."

He Lingchuan snapped his fingers, God helped me.

"Then please find it for me." He looked at the people behind him, "We should say a word to Hong Chenglue and reciprocate."

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