A peasant girl traveled through time and space, and she became prosperous

Chapter 337 Plot to Blow Up the Well

"Hey girl, I've been looking for you for ages! What are you doing here?"

Wen Meijiu hadn't gone home for dinner yet when At came looking for her.

Art did a good job today, leading a group of brothers to help the elderly, women, and children fetch water.

After finishing their work, he was starving. Ma Rulan and Qi Wenjing had prepared a meal, and he and his brothers wolfed it down. Just then, he heard Wen Meijiu laughing and talking with the village chief's family, so he quickly ran over to check on them.

"Perfect timing, I also need to talk to you about something."

Wen Meijiu beckoned to him and led him to a secluded spot.

"whats the matter?"

Art was surprised because Wen Meijiu liked to do things alone and rarely asked him to join her unless he insisted on coming along.

"Go blow up that well in the village, shall we?"

Art heard someone say while he was eating that the village chief took Zhizheng and the others to the village to buy water, but they were tricked. Not only did they not get their money back, but their water buckets were also confiscated.

He mocked Zhizheng and his men for being cowards, saying they couldn't even do this simple thing right and were just afraid of dying.

Zhizheng was not someone to be trifled with. He immediately retorted, telling him not to be so smug. He said that even if he were in his shoes, he might not be able to fight and kill without thinking. He said that the villagers' backers were the government, and they were not to be trifled with. If they offended anyone, they would not be able to leave.

He only scolded Zhizheng for being cowardly, saying that he was just making excuses for his own weakness. He said that if it were him, he certainly wouldn't have acted as cowardly as they did.

Zhizheng even called him a brute who only knew how to brag. Now, isn't this his chance to prove his strength?

"Girl, you and I are thinking the same thing, but can we try a different approach?"

In this day and age, gunpowder is a government-controlled commodity. Ordinary people have no access to gunpowder, and even if they did, they would be punished if discovered.

He didn't want to take the risk.

"Tell me about the method."

Wen Meijiu thought that Ate had another way, so she quickly went up to listen. She also knew that using gunpowder would arouse suspicion and that the government had explicitly prohibited it.

"I'll lead a group of brothers to bypass it and fill it in."

The well in the village is very sturdy, with bricks and stones lining the sides. A mud well would be easier to access.

Moreover, with so many of them carrying sharp tools and taking a long detour, their presence was too conspicuous and they were easily spotted.

Art didn't go, and he never saw him, so Wen Meijiu could understand his thoughts.

Instead of directly rejecting Art, she patiently explained the situation to him.

"But where does the gunpowder come from?"

This is the real reason why At wanted to change his approach. It wasn't that he was afraid of the government. The road to escape famine was chaotic and the government was too busy to take care of itself. Even if they wanted to investigate, they were powerless to do so. As long as they did it well, they would most likely not find out.

Wen Meijiu straightened up, patted her chest, and said confidently:

"I'll take care of it."

Art became even more curious and leaned closer to whisper:

Where did you get it from?

Wen Meijiu thought for a moment and then made up a reason to lie to him, saying that she had found them in the bandits' den last time and had secretly hidden some of them.

"No wonder he's always suspected you; you really do have it."

Art immediately made the connection: an explosion had occurred in the bandit's den, and at that time, Young Master Wang had questioned Wen Meijiu, but she had always denied it, apparently because she was hiding it away.

"No problem, just wait for my good news."

Atmo was itching to try.

Art quickly went back to inform his brothers.

Wen Meijiu wasn't idle either. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, she quickly activated her mind and entered the space. She needed to quickly get some explosives.

Even if she still had some advanced grenades in her storage space, she wouldn't dare take them out and use them, as it would arouse Art's suspicion.

After spending two taels of silver and turning on the computer, Wen Meijiu summoned her assistant.

"Help, I need to buy some explosives. Could you get me some?"

The assistant jumped around on the table in front of Wen Meijiu, looking as if she had seen a ghost, and exclaimed:

"My ancestors, this is illegal! Who would dare sell to you?"

I know that these things were banned on domestic websites in my previous life, but they were allowed abroad!

"Think of a way, little helper. You're so smart, this is no problem for you, right?"

When asking for a favor, one should act like one is asking for a favor. Wen Meijiu gave her assistant a fawning smile, put her hands together, and bowed to it.

"Master, let me think about it. You don't have enough permissions right now, but you can buy it in smaller quantities and then make it yourself later."

"I knew you'd come up with a plan. You're such a clever little helper."

Wen Meijiu became happy and slid her finger through the air, making the little assistant on the screen fly around.

"Alright, alright, Master, let's get down to business. I'm going to throw up soon."

The assistant reminded her that Wen Meijiu wasn't there to play along. She quickly asked the assistant to open the online shopping page and discovered that her store's rice was sold out, and her account had an extra 500 yuan.

That's great! She was worried that she wouldn't have enough money and would have to sell some more rice to buy things, but now she doesn't have to worry at all.

Having worked as an international assassin in her previous life, Wen Meijiu was experienced and quickly calculated the weight of the items needed.

Blowing up a brick-built well would require a maximum of three kilograms of gunpowder. Based on the ratio of 75% saltpeter, 15% charcoal, and 10% sulfur, she bought 4.5 kilograms of saltpeter, 1 kilogram of charcoal, and 1 kilogram of sulfur. To round up the weight, she bought a little extra charcoal and sulfur.

In addition, she bought some other necessary tools on it for making the craft.

Wen Meijiu squatted in the corner of the space, with a waterproof cloth on the floor and a wooden mortar and bamboo sieve all ready. Wearing gloves, she crushed industrial saltpeter, sifted out impurities, and used an alcohol lamp to melt sulfur blocks at a low temperature. Her mask couldn't block the pungent smell of sulfur dioxide, and tears streamed down her face.

The charcoal used is high-density fruitwood charcoal, which is crushed and sieved through an 80-mesh sieve, and weighed precisely according to the ratio. The three powders are repeatedly stirred and kneaded in a ceramic bowl until they turn a uniform dark gray color, then spread on a silicone mat and dried at a low temperature in a portable desiccant.

After doing all this, she moved the items out of the space and placed them in a hidden spot. She then dipped the fuse in molten sulfur and fixed it in a well-ventilated area to dry. Throughout the process, she kept her breathing quiet and didn't even notice the red marks that appeared on her hands.

Fortunately, the sun was strong, and by the time she returned from her meal, the gunpowder had dried.

The dried gunpowder was placed into a sealed earthenware jar, and the task was completed.

**

Normally, after lunch and a short rest, the villagers would be on their way.

At this moment, neither the village chief nor Wen Meijiu was in a hurry.

They had eaten and rested, but there was still no sign of them leaving. Someone ran over and asked the village chief why they hadn't set off yet.

"What's the rush? Something good is going to happen soon."

The village chief and Wen Meijiu sat side by side on a large rock on the riverbank, their eyes both fixed on the village entrance not far away.

The village chief trusted Wen Meijiu, but before things happened, he didn't dare to make any boastful statements. These words were spoken by Wen Meijiu.

"A good thing?"

The man suddenly chuckled, picked at his fingernails, and shook his head.

"These days, being able to live and have enough to eat is already considered a great blessing; who would dare to think about anything else?"

Wen Meijiu raised an eyebrow, a meaningful smile appearing on her lips. She raised her hand in his direction and asked in a low voice:

"Do you want to have a wife?"