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Chapter 462 To calm things down, bring ten thousand beasts

Fang Family Village, having received Su Mu's report, had Fang Er arrange for a large cauldron to be set up in the open space outside the Fang residence!

He then went to Chang'an city to purchase a large quantity of pork lard.

This substance was actually very common in this era, but others would buy it to eat the fatty meat, while Fang Er intended to refine oil.

Pot after pot of pure white pork fat was refined into oil, into which chili extract was added in proportion.

The scene was far more impressive than the small pot made in the kitchen.

As the chili extract entered the pot, within a radius of dozens of meters, it became almost impossible to stand.

Liu Meng, who had come to report the training results of the Skyfire Army to Fang Er, rushed to Fang Er's side.

"My Lord, what is this new weapon? We must equip the Third Battalion first!"

"My Lord, what about our Fourth Battalion? You can't favor one over the other," Wu Yong muttered softly from the side.

"Oh, you've learned to use idioms now!" Fang Er said, somewhat surprised. "It's only been a short while since you were serving in the palace, only recognizing a few waist tokens. Your progress is remarkably swift."

"Heh heh, then my Lord, do you think you could get me some kind of reward?"

"Alright, I'll have a few jars sent back later. Let the mess cooks make dishes for the brothers to try." Fang Er nodded.

"My Lord, what about our Fifth Battalion?"

"And the Defense Army too," Zhang Tian and Qi Sui said in unison.

"Everyone will get some, don't worry."

With Fang Er's assurance, the five stood happily to the side, sneezing one after another.

"Huh? My Lord, what if we deployed a pot like this under the enemy's city walls?" Zhang Tian said with a smug expression, feeling his idea would definitely be adopted by his Lord.

*Crack!*

Wu Yong slapped the back of his head. "You idiot, if you can burn oil under the city, why not throw an explosive package and blow up the gate?"

*Hiss!*

Seeing Liu Meng and the others looking at him with disdain, Zhang Tian felt a bit awkward. His suggestion seemed rather foolish.

"You can think of other ways to utilize it, don't be fixated on the methods. Whoever comes up with a good idea, I, your Lord, will reward them with a treasure!" Fang Er didn't mock Zhang Tian's naive idea. Having ideas was better than having none.

"What do you think, my Lords, after this oil solidifies, can we add it to hand grenades?" Zhang Tian spoke up again.

"Eh? This might be worth trying!" Liu Meng nodded, then looked at Fang Er.

"What are you looking at me for? If you want to try, then go ahead!" Fang Er waved them off, telling them to handle it themselves.

"Let's go, let's go!" The few of them rushed into the courtyard and brought small spoons and bowls from the kitchen. Back outside, holding their breath, they approached the large cauldron, scooped some chili oil, and after the oil solidified, took out a hand grenade from their person. They carefully dismantled the hand grenade and stuffed some inside with the small spoon.

"My Lord, shall I test it then?" Liu Meng, holding the modified bomb, asked Fang Er for permission.

Fang Er nodded. Liu Meng looked around. Not far from the Fang residence was a pond. He went to the pond, found a pit, placed the hand grenade inside, pulled the pin, and ran.

Watching his actions, Fang Er recalled the children's modified nursery rhymes from his previous life.

*The sun shines brightly, the flowers smile at me.*

*The little bird chirps early, early, early, why are you carrying a pack of explosives?*

*I'm going to bomb the school, never late for class, pull the pin and run, with a boom the school goes sky-high.*

*...........*

Just as Liu Meng ran a few dozen paces away, with a boom, the hand grenade exploded. A cloud of smoke mixed with earth splattered everywhere.

"Let me go smell it." Qi Sui volunteered and ran into the area covered by the smoke.

*Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!*

As soon as he saw Qi Sui rush in, he saw him running out, sneezing continuously.

"Achoo! My Lord, achoo! This is too potent! Achoo!" By the time Qi Sui returned to Fang Er's side, his eyes were already streaming with tears.

*Hiss!!!*

"My Lord, this is great!" Wu Yong exclaimed with excitement, his face full of it. The others also nodded furiously.

"My Lord, when the time comes, get me a pile of these hand grenades, and I'll throw them down on the enemy from the sky, heh heh!" Zhang Tian was already imagining the scene.

"Excellent, excellent! When that time comes, I, your Lord, will reward you with a great treasure!" Fang Er patted Zhang Tian on the shoulder. This suggestion was very good.

"Killing is too low-tech. Capturing prisoners is the way to go. They destroyed our workshop, so we'll capture them and make them rebuild a hundred, a thousand workshops for me!"

"No wonder chili spray sells so well in later generations! This stuff is amazing!"

"Huh? Speaking of which, why hasn't the system brought out anything like this?"

System: "You yourself are a wolf, a pervert, who are you trying to defend against?"

Fang Er: ".........."

This mockery came so suddenly! He felt completely unprepared!

The large cauldron was moved aside by a few people to cool down, and a new pot was put to use to continue simmering oil. From morning until night.

All three boxes and six cans of chili extract were consumed, producing three thousand catties of chili oil. Looking at the other super concentrated seasonings in his spatial storage, Fang Er began to worry.

"There are still nineteen types! How long will it take to mix them all? And can Chang'an buy this much pork lard?"

In total, he was still short by fifty-seven thousand catties. It seemed that in this era, such a large amount of pork lard was an astronomical figure.

"Raise pigs! Damn it, as soon as spring arrives, I'll have Liu Lao Si expand the breeding scale. Let's start with a thousand-head pig farm first."

"No, a thousand heads is too few. Let's go for ten thousand heads to be safe!" As this idea emerged, Fang Er couldn't hold back.

The next day, he directly led people to start fencing off land, enclosing wasteland. Although cement couldn't be used in the cold weather, they could at least prepare the land and gather materials. As soon as the weather warmed up after the new year, construction could begin.

Fang Family Village would raise chickens and pigs.

"Once I've dealt with Jieli, I'll take the Khitans along the way and have them herd sheep for me!"

The entire grassland would be his pasture!

"The wind blows and the grass bends, revealing cattle and sheep." Just thinking about it felt exhilarating.

ps: Second update