Great Ming: I Am Zhu Di's Fourth Son

So, this is what the military equipment of my Great Ming Dynasty looks like?

You've exaggerated the power of black powder way too much. A pound of black powder, the size of a baby's fist, at most, can create a crater six or seven meters deep? Can it destroy a house? Dude, go check out some military websites. Even modern hand grenades aren't that powerful.

I think the author might have some misunderstanding about the data... A yellow powder grenade creating a crater two zhang deep?! Two zhang, 6.6 Meters?! Dude, is that a grenade? Is that a battleship's main gun? Laying tripwire mines, one every ten zhang, what did you use to connect them 33 meters apart?! Did Spider-Man lay them for you?

This book is easy to read without thinking too much; don't get hung up on the idea of ​​someone in ancient times being able to build a submachine gun. It's still quite enjoyable.

Having read up to Chapter Seventeen, I found it a bit toxic. Here's a summary. 1. Making gunpowder by hand is absurd. You can make gunpowder with white sugar, but would you really make it by hand? I don't know the necessary processes, but it would require various separation techniques and tools, right? Tell me, what tools did people in Beiping use to make gunpowder back then?

Secretly designating an heir is truly stupid, even stupider than appointing a virtuous successor.

Let's get rid of Zhu Gaochi's faction quickly. They're like a rotten apple, causing us endless trouble. Otherwise, all the bloodshed will be for nothing—blood from our own people.

Your ass is seriously crooked! While Zhu Ba was alive, was Lady Lü causing trouble in the harem? Was she incorrigible? Your twisted logic and fallacies are surprisingly plausible!

A hand grenade can create a crater that can trap several people inside. Is this a nuclear bomb?

Can sweet potatoes grow big in just a few days? Everything else is fine, but reading about sweet potatoes makes me feel terrible.