the heavens, and then looking at the fine powder before her eyes, she still couldn't quite believe it."My lady, the production of gunpowder is a closely guarded secret. Apart from you and me, no one...It is now the middle of the month.

The night was deep, a round moon hung high in the sky.

Inside the Yang family home, everyone sat together, watching Xiao Jiu calculate.ter breakfast, he went out and notified the heads of each workshop. He also called upon Zhao Fu貴 and Zhong Tao, who had returned to the village but hadn't left yet, to gather under the big willow tree...