The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 673 - 673 318 Glory (First Update)_3

Chapter 673: 318 Glory (First Update)_3 Chapter 673: 318 Glory (First Update)_3 The second neighbor covered his nose with his sleeve as he approached Gu Jiao’s small courtyard, “Gu Jiao! What on earth is this?”

“Ammonium Nitrate,” Gu Jiao replied. Seeing as her fellow didn’t seem to understand, she put it another way, “Uh, soil with bird droppings!”

The second neighbor: “…”

Then, the corners of the second neighbor’s mouth twitched, “Why do you need soil with bird droppings?”

Gu Jiao replied, “To boil.”

His mouth twitched again and he looked at Gu Jiao in disbelief, “Not the boiling I’m thinking of, right? Boil in a pot?”

Gu Jiao nodded, “Yes, it needs to be boiled to obtain nitrate. After that, it is filtered and turned into saltpeter. You are here just in time to help me boil it.”

The second neighbor was completely flabbergasted.

Of all the things a young girl like you could boil, why on earth would you want to boil bird droppings?

“Saltpeter is clean,” Gu Jiao replied.

I don’t care, I don’t want to boil bird droppings!

Quarter of an hour later, the second neighbor, in total despair, picked up the stick and reluctantly began boiling the bird droppings!

After boiling, the white foam was scooped out, filtered through a cloth, and packed for burial in wood ash.

The weather was hot and the moisture evaporated quickly. By afternoon, several packs of heavy saltpeter were ready.

The saltpeter Gu Jiao made was crystal clear with a faint white color.

Gu Jiao was pleased. Looking at the second neighbor, who was full of disgust, she said, “Saltpeter is also a very good medicinal ingredient.”

The second neighbor: “Don’t tell me you have fed it to me.”

“Yep!” Gu Jiao nodded seriously. “Remember that white powder I gave you last time when you had indigestion?”

So, was he eating bird droppings back then?

Ah! He wished he could drop dead!

…

The second neighbor, deeply traumatized, was carried back to his room by his son to rest.

Gu Jiao had her maid clean up the scene and prepared a batch of gunpowder using 50% saltpeter, 30% sulfur, and 20% charcoal.

The small Dudu from last time was handy. She filled it with water, packed it with cloth and made a simple version of an airbag.

She wore the airbag on her body and put on a helmet.

But to her disappointment, the explosion was not as powerful as expected.

Gu Jiao adjusted the ratio, adding slightly more saltpeter and slightly less sulfur.

Then, she was blown away–

Xuanping, who happened to pass by, thought of visiting his daughter-in-law.

He had planned to visit her last time in Bishui Alley, but he encountered a monk and was so brutalized that he forgot what he was there for.

Today, he decided to be smart and visit directly at the Medical Hall.

That way, there would be no chance of bumping into that monk.

As he walked through the passageway to Gu Jiao’s courtyard, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Bound tightly by a stack of cloth and dangling from a lush tree branch, Gu Jiao looked like a little silkworm cocoon, swinging back and forth.

Only her head was visible, and she was wearing a cold expression.

Xuanping couldn’t hold back his laughter!

Some people never learn. He had been planning to appease her, even rehearsing dialogues in his mind on his way. But upon seeing Gu Jiao’s miserable and indifferent face, he couldn’t help but tease her.

Xuanping looked up and prompted, “Girl, want to come down? Call me ‘Dad’, and I’ll get you down.”

Gu Jiao ignored him.

She attempted to turn around and give him the back of her head. But she rotated too much, and ended up back in her original position.

Seeing her indifferent face, Xuanping laughed so hard he was trembling.

Anybody else would have come off as greaseballs if they laughed like this, but Xuanping was so naturally handsome, and there wasn’t an angle at which he did not look good. Even this inappropriate laughing made a pleasing sight.

Gu Jiao stared at his handsome face, hesitated for a while, and the stiffness in her face eased somewhat. She asked coldly, “What did you ask me to call you?”

Xuanping raised an eyebrow, “Dad.”

Gu Jiao nodded, “Mm-hm!”

Xuanping: “…!!”