In the northeastern corner of Xizhou City, there was a workshop for making firecrackers. At this moment, however, the workshop was filled with many women.
"Madam, do you think we are doing this right?" Chuntao held a jar in her arms and then turned to ask Jinghan.
"Yes, that's right. The oiled paper on top must be tightly stuffed, and it must be tied up tightly outside; we must ensure the gunpowder is airtight and does not leak," Jinghan turned to look and then nodded in agreement.
By Jinghan's side was a man in his forties who worked while speaking, "Madam, will this really work? If it does, I still have a lot of raw materials here. Later on, we can make more and blow those Tartars from the Northern Yuan Dynasty to smithereens."
