Chapter 154 Huo Qubing is a good blacksmith

Author: The chef of 300 jin

Chapter 154 Huo Qubing is a good blacksmith

Tang Yi's father, Bao Jie and Sha Diao went out and brought back thirty twelve or thirteen-year-old "human animals".

These half-sized men have messy hair, black and thin, with a huge head on their thin neck, like some stunted bean sprouts, which makes people worry that they will be crushed at any time.

In addition, the teenagers were covered with whip marks, and the scars on their wrists and ankles were clearly visible after the ropes were tied up. Because they were too thin, their ribs were shocking and they almost wanted to poke through the wrinkled black skin.

Obviously, these worthless "young people" suffered serious crimes under the slave hunters. Being able to struggle to survive until now can be regarded as a miracle.

Seeing these young men, Yang Chuan suddenly remembered himself, who was a slave to others in the Western Regions.

His face was gloomy and terrible. Seeing the teenagers silent for a long time, he sighed and showed a warm smile: "Uncle Tangyi, let them drink light salt water for two or three days, millet porridge, and a few more days of meat for them.

Soup, let’s talk about it before stooping your life.”

"Leave it to Aunt Sarenna to take care of it."

"When they fully recover their strength, they will go to the kitchen to do odd jobs first. When I am free, I will teach them to cut vegetables, chop meat, and stir the spoon..."

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After settling down thirty and a half years old, Yang Chuan plunged into the large warehouse where fine iron was stored, and began to smel the fine iron, cast and debug the "new-style plough", and became busy day and night.

Whether it is the smelting of fine steel or the casting and debugging of the "new style plow", the Han Empire is currently highly confidential. Therefore, except for Tang Yifu, Yang Chuan did not dare to let other servants participate, so as not to leak the news.

So, Huo Qubing and twenty-one Yulin orphans naturally became the best helpers.

Of course, Yang Chuan has his own considerations for letting them participate in the "iron-smash"-

In the future, the number of the Yulin Army's weapons, armor, horseshoes, and even the stirrups that cannot be easily revealed, the Takahashi saddle and other "trump cards" will definitely be extremely amazing. We can't let him, a "big man cook" be a blacksmith for the rest of his life.

?

What's more, such an arrangement is actually a way to express his feelings to Liu Che and the court. His Yangchuan is only good for the Han Empire and has no bad intentions at all.

Huo Qubing is Liu Che's heart, there is no doubt about this.

Therefore, it is best to bring Huo Qubing to do some extremely secretive and important things together, so there should be no big mistakes.

As for Cao Xiang...

"Get sick, can you use some energy?"

"Get sick, haven't eaten these days? It's so soft that you can pull a bag. Can you do it?"

"Who, please help Huo Qubing and see how weak he looks. Oh, it's a pity that he has a tendon and flesh..."

At the beginning of steelmaking and iron making, Yang Chuan's bad taste was very obvious. While adding concentrate powder to the furnace, he carefully observed the subtle changes of the iron block in the fire. He was not idle for a moment and was flirting with the mouth.

Dehuo Qubing screamed.

"Yang Chuan, is it over for boys?"

Huo Qubing only wore a pair of deer-skin shorts around his waist, revealing his well-proportioned and domineering tendon flesh. He saw Yang Chuan's eyes and couldn't help but smile: "It's all the way to make steel around his fingers, and he's there."

"Why don't you say anything when someone blows the wind? When someone blows the wind, you whine and talk nonsense?" Huo Qubing tried hard to blow the wind and scolded him angrily.

However, no matter how much he scolded, he was really trying his best to blow up the wind.

It was nothing more. Since he saw the power of several "kitchen knives", he was convinced by Yang Chuan's iron-smashing technique and kept begging him to get a few "kitchenware" for him.

Especially the triangular spikes, this guy is obsessed with...

"Because you are Huo Qubing," Yang Chuan turned to look at Huo Qubing who was sweating profusely. "Don't worry, after this experiment is successful, I will give you a good kitchen knife first."

Huo Qubing said angrily: "I don't have a kitchen knife!"

Yang Chuan smiled indifferently and said, "Okay, then I'll get you a big iron hammer. You and Uncle Tangyi's father swung the hammer and hit the iron?"

Huo Qubing: "It's OK."

In fact, watching Tang Yifu swing the hammer is really a pleasure, stable and powerful. Under the command of a small hammer on Yangchuan, it fell on the black and red iron block like raindrops, like a war drum.

"However, when the steel you mentioned is melted out, give me a triangular spike first!" Huo Qubing laughed.

"No problem. As long as we can make good steel, the armor of our field camp will definitely be given priority to the weapons," Yang Chuan stared at the iron juice in the furnace and suddenly shouted: "Open the furnace!"

"Filling, stir!"

"Spray concentrate powder!"

Everyone was excited and immediately became busy. The furnace was turned on and the filling material was filled. The uncle Tangyi carried a wooden barrel and sprinkled the concentrate powder prepared in advance into the iron juice and used an iron piece.

Stir quickly.

Everyone's eyes were staring at the bright red iron juice until it gradually became dark and finally became a piece of black.

Yang Chuan clamped it onto the anvil with iron tongs and tapped the small hammer in his hand.

Tang Yi's father had already swung a big hammer and hit him hard.

Ding, ding, ding, ding...

Visible to the naked eye, the black and red iron block gradually became a cake shape. After folding it for more than ten times, it became a flat strip; as the hammer hit, the black scales on its surface fell down one after another.

Sprinkle it evenly on the anvil.

After half an hour, after more than a dozen processes such as reheating, repeated tempering, and quenching, a decent "kitchen knife" was finally finished.

Yang Chuan held the kitchen knife, observed carefully, and tapped it lightly with a small hammer several times, and his brows tightened: "It's not okay..."

Everyone suddenly became depressed and looked depressed.

Especially Huo Qubing, he was so anxious that he lifted a large bucket of cold water, poured his head on his head, and shouted angrily: "What a pleasure!"

Yang Chuan threw the kitchen knife into a large pile of "semi-finished products", sat on the ground, spread out a roll of sheepskin and painted it on it. Even though he had his hair disheveled and his face was full of tiredness, his eyes were shiny: "

It's almost a little bit."

The steel smelting technology of the Han Empire was very developed. Even Zhuo's blacksmith shop could do the so-called "steel stir-frying method" and "concentrate powder replacement method".

The problem is that the steel smelted in this way will be hard, but the lack of toughness will not meet Yang Chuan's requirements at all.

The swords of generals above the Han Empire can easily cut gold and iron, and cut iron like mud, which sounds very powerful; in fact, it really doesn't work at all.

Whether it is wear resistance or flexibility, even if you create a small horseshoe, it will be scrapped in just three to five hundred miles...

Without an arc melting furnace and an oxygen blowing converter, the best way Yang Chuan could think of is the "alkaline converter steelmaking method".

This is too difficult for him, a little chef!

"It's still dephosphorization, desulfurization is not thorough enough," Yang Chuan slowly raised his head and rubbed his cheeks hard. "Uncle Tangyi, adjust our concentrate powder ratio..."

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In a busy and chaotic situation, more than a dozen days and nights passed again.

Yang Chuan finally became a little anxious: it was about to start spring, but his new step plow was still missing; even a decent piece of steel had not been smelted.

He was extremely tired.

The long-term suffering and overloaded physical labor made his already thin body take off his human form, his messy hair, pale face, and bloodshot eyes.

Even the brilliance in his eyes was now a little dim.

"This won't work, Yang Chuan, why don't you take a break for a few days?" Huo Qubing also looked tired, but he was strong and his condition was much better than Yang Chuan.

He said with great concern: "Actually, the fine steel we melted now is much better than those made by the great masters of the court. Let's take a break before doing it."

Yang Chuan walked around the ground, muttering: "Spring is about to begin, spring is about to begin..."

Seeing Yang Chuan being crazy, Huo Qubing smiled helplessly and snatched the big hammer from Tang Yi's father's hand: "Come on, let him take a breath, we're trying it once."

So, after a busy smelting, pounding, quenching, folding, and returning to the furnace...

Under the command of Huo Qubing's screaming, after nearly an hour of tossing, a crooked and ugly "kitchen knife" finally took shape.

Holding his first work, Huo Qubing was so amused that he threw it to Tang Yi's father: "Look, is our skill okay?"

Tang Yi's father held the kitchen knife and looked at it carefully. A look of surprise gradually appeared on his big black face, and he said in a muffled voice: "Young Master, I found out where the problem is."

Upon hearing this, Yang Chuan stopped, frowned and asked, "What's the problem?"

"Huo Langjun's strength is strong, but it is not lasting enough," Tang Yifu handed the kitchen knife with both hands, "The firepower is sometimes fierce and sometimes weak. This is a reason, and... Huo Langjun's sledgehammer is swinging well

.”

Yang Chuan took the "kitchen knife" with some confusion.

He looked carefully, stretched out his finger, and gently flicked the knife surface.

I have to say that the kitchen knife made by Huo Qubing is really ugly, twisty and bumpy, but it’s a pity that a piece of fine steel...

No, stainless steel?

Yang Chuan held the kitchen knife and carefully observed the fine lines on it, and weighed them in his hand a few times.

He took a hand of the "semi-finished kitchen knife" he had made before and waved his hand gently.

With a slight "click", the semi-finished product was cut off and fell to the ground and jingled, which sounded very pleasant.
To be continued...