Shen Zhonggui pointed at Shen Lin, looking quite helpless.
"You said that you are already a local leader, but you haven't yet fully formed yourself."
It's just a small mileage, what kind of great official position is it?
Shen Lin smiled and said: "Even if I grow up, I won't be your eldest nephew?"
"Uncle, I don't worry about your work. This time, my nephew will give you one or two taels of silver per set."
"Don't give in. Your skills are worth the price."
"My nephew can guarantee that this is just the first batch of experiments!"
"If the effect is good, I will come back to you in the future to order more."
The old man suddenly smiled from ear to ear.
"That's a great feeling! By the way, you've been working on the last batch of custom-made gadgets for several days. Take them away quickly."
Gadget?
There are quite a few wooden accessories for eight looms.
It may not even fit in a car!
The son of a bitch in the family felt aggrieved.
Its riding destiny was over.
Completely reduced to a draft horse!
Shen Lin commands a group of people.
First, an iron-making blast furnace was built using refractory bricks that had been dried long ago.
Iron ore costs ten cents per catty, and a thousand catties have been prepared in advance.
The special bellows was made by Shen Lin himself.
This thing is also the key to directly refining wrought iron.
He didn't want it to leak out.
The next day, Wu Qi pulled a string of horse-drawn carriages and ox-carts back.
As soon as he saw that the iron-making furnace was on fire, his confidence suddenly increased.
Shen Lin even arranged for him to go into the mountains with Zhuzhuanzi to dig stones and work as coolies.
He had no complaints at all.
A few two furnaces were tested in succession.
Blue flames turn into steel.
Wrought iron, also considered low carbon steel, is bright red and fresh from the furnace.
Taking advantage of the heat, Shen Lin took off his shirt and forged it himself with his second uncle.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
Sparks flew everywhere.
Of course he doesn't make knives.
Hundreds of refined steel.
It doesn't mean swinging the hammer a hundred times.
It's not like forging an iron block and beating it cold, then heating it up until it becomes soft and then beating it again. This is enough if you toss it a hundred times.
Bailian is just a very general concept.
It depends on the original quality of the wrought iron, and it also depends on the condition after countless beatings.
Therefore, it takes several years for some swordsmiths to make a hundred-refined sword.
Whether it succeeds in the end depends on luck!
The third uncle looked at the newly made core parts of the loom and was as excited as a child.
"Brother Lin, just hit it a few times and it will glow with silver?"
"God, I'm afraid it's at the level of more than a dozen exercises, right?"
Second uncle Shen Zhongyuan smiled very honestly, but he knew better.
"Lao San, the quality of our wrought iron is extraordinary. When it comes out of the furnace, it is almost equivalent to ten refined iron!"
The third uncle seemed to have been hit by a big gold brick falling from the sky, dancing and swaying.
"Oh my god? How can you be so strong?"
"If you want to build weapons and buy them..."
Shen Lin quickly stopped him.
"Third uncle, don't speak nonsense!"
"Salt and iron are exclusively sold by the imperial court. Even if the control has been relaxed in recent years, there may be forces involved in iron smelting and weapon making."
"Which one? Isn't it a big crocodile that eats people without spitting out their bones?"
"The fact that we can refine wrought iron must be kept secret. We are too small!"
"Even if you want to make weapons, they are for your own use and cannot be sold to others!"
The third uncle was suddenly shocked.
Indeed, I am too proud!
He is still his eldest nephew and is alert enough.
But he was still unwilling.
"Such a big iron-making furnace can be filled up at one time. Five hundred kilograms of wrought iron can be produced from the furnace, right?"
"Hey, hey, what a hen that lays golden eggs."
"But he has to be castrated and hidden under the bed."
"I... just don't want to give in!"
Let’s calculate the profit a little bit.
Everyone knows it.
Even if the iron content of the purchased ore is not high, it must be 30 to 40%, right?
Iron ore costs ten cents a pound.
A little more than ten taels of silver can produce more than three hundred kilograms of ten-level wrought iron.
What if it was made into a sword?
A long knife weighing three kilograms is priced at two taels of silver. People are rushing to get it, right?
Plus all costs such as labor and materials.
A furnace of wrought iron can earn at least two hundred taels.
It took just a few laborers from our Shen family to build it in ten days and a half!
Do you think third uncle Shen Zhonghe can be willing to do this?
At this time, Wu Qi drove an ox cart and came in through the newly opened side door of the backyard.
Dusty and sweaty.
He shouted: "Brother Lin, this is not a job for humans!"
"If we continue like this, I won't be able to preserve Master Qi's graceful and strong figure!"
"You have to compensate!"
Shen Lin pulled him out of the bullock cart and took him directly to the ironmaking shed.
Then he threw him a handful of fine iron parts half a foot long.
"Take a look, what does this thing look like?"
Wu Qi flicked it with his fingers.
“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”
His fat face suddenly fell down.
Became extremely depressed.
"Brother Lin, you cheated on me, right?"
"Isn't this the level of more than a dozen exercises?"
"Is there no hope for my hundred-refined sword?"
Damn, you really know how to make connections.
Let’s take a look at the people present first. We are the only ones with two knives, not even blacksmiths.
Do you expect us to make highly refined steel by just hammering it with a small hammer?
Shen Lin laughed and cursed angrily.
"Are you blind?"
"Didn't you see it? Aren't all my equipments in place?"
"The cement kiln is still two days away from completion."
"The three-foot-tall water tower needs help from someone to repair it. Just the few of us are going to have to repair it in the Year of the Monkey and the Moon of the Horse?"
Oh oh, Wu Qi immediately stopped wailing.
That's right.
Even the animal-powered waterwheel designed by Brother Lin has not been erected yet!
His big, sly eyes began to move rapidly.
"Wow, Master Qi understands!"
"Brother Lin, don't tell me, you can already produce wrought iron in large quantities, right?"
"Oh my god, even the most powerful railway supervisor in the imperial court can't do it?"
This guy pounced, hugged Shen Lin and shook him around for a while.
"Ahem...Old Qi, you...let me go..."
The third uncle on the side didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He quickly reached out and pulled it.
"Captain Wu, let go!"
"You're about to strangle him!"
Don't even look at it. What's your physique?
Our brother Lin is a scholar, how can he withstand your crazy torture?
"Oh oh oh, sorry, sorry, I'm so excited!"
Wu Qi quickly let go of his hand.
However, his face was still filled with excitement.
"Brother Lin, make weapons and give them to Master Qi to sell. I'm sure you'll make a lot of money!"
Shen Lin rolled his eyes angrily.
"Who are you selling to? The imperial army?"
"Your Zhou and Wu families are indeed considered wealthy in Anding County."
"But can you withstand those really big crocodiles?"
"Be careful of being swallowed until no bones are left!"
"Oh, you said you sold it privately to friends in the world?"
"Brother, please calm down. The situation is unstable now. If these fine iron weapons fall into the hands of the rebels."
"We will all suffer disaster sooner or later!"
Yes, several people in the ironmaking room were a little frustrated.