He specially placed the one he had given her in the middle. She could not see his expression, but Shen Yijia could tell that he was trying to please her.
It was very strange.
She might not be able to help her beautiful husband if she went out, but if she could make black gunpowder, it would definitely be a great merit.
After careful consideration, Shen Yijia finally decided not to go out.
"Let's go dismantle this." She picked up one in each hand. "Are there any sharper weapons here?"
It was impossible for ordinary weapons to cut through the iron on the outside of black gunpowder.
Song Jinghuan took the initiative to say, "I'll go and ask."
This was the first time they had come to the general's residence, so naturally, they weren't familiar with the place.
Not long after, an old man in his fifties followed Song Jinghuan over.
"Sister-in-law, this is Uncle Cheng," Song Jinghuan introduced.
