Feng Jin was speechless, rolled her eyes, and said grumpily, "If you try, you'll blow up the house!"
Something like this can be tried...
Does he lack common sense or a brain?
"Do you know that if you're not careful, not only will the house be blown up, but the entire Ling Estate could be reduced to dust? You're lucky this time you weren't blown to death!"
Feng Jin was extremely impressed with him. Such a person absolutely could not be kept around, or one day, she might be blown to death in her sleep.
"I, this young lord, was just momentarily careless. If I try again..."
"Shut up! If you try again, I might lose my life. You pack your things immediately and get back to your home!"
Feng Jin could no longer stand it and directly kicked him out.
"I refuse. If you want this young lord to leave, you'll have to kill me first!" Gu Beichen stubbornly clung on, putting on a rogue's demeanor.
"Tell me, what is the purpose of your research into gunpowder?" Ling Mohan interrupted their argument.
Gu Beichen immediately opened up and spoke volubly, "I heard from merchants from Xiyue Kingdom that when Xiyue Kingdom fought against overseas nations before, the overseas nations used gunpowder, which had immense power and made Xiyue Kingdom flee in disarray. Currently, the people of Xiyue Kingdom are researching this gunpowder."
"Xiyue borders Dongchu. If the people of Xiyue Kingdom manage to research gunpowder, then our Dongchu will be in grave danger."
Feng Jin looked at Gu Beichen with surprise. This fellow actually had some patriotic and philanthropic spirit.
Ling Mohan's expression darkened. The border region between Xiyue and Dongchu had never been peaceful in recent years.
If Xiyue researched gunpowder, Dongchu would be the first to suffer.
"Say something! What are your thoughts on this matter?"
Gu Beichen asked, his tone slightly anxious. He still needed to hear Ling Mohan's opinion on how to proceed.
"Do you have confidence in researching gunpowder?"
"As you saw, I failed and almost lost my life."
His abilities were limited, he didn't even know how to research it, and he had no one to guide him. He could only find experience through repeated failures.
Feng Jin remained silent for a long time. After much hesitation, she finally said, "I do have a way to develop gunpowder."
As soon as she said this, Gu Beichen looked at Feng Jin with suspicion and said dismissively, "You? Can you do it?"
"If you can, why haven't you developed it? And why did you almost blow yourself up!"
"I... that was a momentary lapse!"
Feng Jin snorted coldly, "Since you claim you can research it, you can only trust me."
"Can you really develop gunpowder?"
Although Ling Mohan believed in Feng Jin's ability, this was gunpowder, not an ordinary thing, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"Since I dare to say I can, I naturally can develop it. I'm not like some people who just boast!"
Feng Jin's words were pointed, almost naming names.
"If you have the ability, then research it. Don't end up slapping yourself in the face!"
"If I do research it, what will you do?"
Gu Beichen's spirit immediately flared up. He couldn't lose face and said fiercely, "If you can really research it, I'll kowtow to you three times and acknowledge you as my master!"
"Alright, you said it. A gentleman's word is as good as his bond!"
"It was this young lord who said it, and I stand by my word!"
"Ling Mohan, go have someone prepare a disciple-accepting banquet. This young lady is going to take on a disciple!" Feng Jin was full of confidence. Researching gunpowder was a simple matter for a person from modern times like her. She could even build cannons and artillery.
"Let's wait until you actually develop it before you brag!"
Gu Beichen had no faith that Feng Jin could develop gunpowder. As far as he knew, Xiyue Kingdom had gathered the most skilled craftsmen from the entire country and spent a month without any progress.
"Then it's none of your business. You should go back and prepare for the disciple-accepting ceremony."
Feng Jin walked to the desk and wrote down the raw materials needed to make gunpowder with a brush. She handed the paper to Ling Mohan.
"Just follow what I've written and have people gather the items."
Ling Mohan took the paper, glanced at it, and his brows furrowed deeply... This...
"What's wrong?"
Feng Jin leaned closer, asking curiously.
"Your handwriting is truly... unique." Ling Mohan said as diplomatically as possible.
Gu Beichen leaned in curiously and looked at the paper. The characters were crooked and uneven, with ink bleeding from thick to thin strokes. It was hard to tell they were words, and some characters were missing limbs.
"Hahaha... Feng Jin, this is your handwriting... It's not even as good as mine when I was just starting to learn..."
Gu Beichen mocked without any reservation. Feng Jin's handwriting was truly terrible; he couldn't even make out what was meant.
A trace of awkwardness crossed Feng Jin's face. She had never used a brush to write before, and the original owner had lived in a village since childhood. Such a venomous woman like Sun Shi would have been happy to raise the original owner into a useless person.
She would never have allowed anyone to teach the original owner to read and write. Therefore, Feng Jin felt very unfamiliar when holding the brush. If she hadn't studied ancient medical books before, they might not have been able to recognize the characters she wrote.
"What are you laughing at? Haven't you seen ugly handwriting before!" Feng Jin shouted angrily, stopping Gu Beichen's laughter.
In just a moment, Gu Beichen continued to laugh loudly, "I really haven't seen handwriting this ugly!"
Ling Mohan chuckled as he looked at the paper in his hand, then gently took Feng Jin's soft hand and said in a warm tone, "Let me teach you how to write, okay?"
Their eyes met, and a hint of ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.
Feng Jin's lips curved into a shy smile, and she lowered her head to slowly agree.
But then, someone tactless had to come out and ruin the mood.
"With her like this, even if you teach her, you won't succeed. Listen to me and just give up!"
Gu Beichen said, killing the mood and immediately receiving a hostile look from Feng Jin. He really wished he had kept his mouth shut.
"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm just telling the truth. You should face reality and stop daydreaming..."
As if addicted, Gu Beichen continued to chatter incessantly, completely oblivious to Feng Jin's increasingly cold expression.
"Ling Mohan, throw him out immediately. Right now."
"Okay!" Ling Mohan obediently agreed.
"Ah..." A startled cry, and Gu Beichen was instantly thrown out of the room.
Feng Jin felt that all was quiet around her, and her mood improved considerably.
"Go have someone prepare the things. I'll develop the gunpowder."
"Be careful. Don't act tough. Remember this."