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Chapter 79 Hidden anger

Shen Lin's earthen blast furnace has been expanded once.

When crudely smelting pig iron, one furnace can produce five thousand kilograms.

Refined.

Normally it can produce three thousand kilograms of wrought iron, which is twenty refining levels.

Make refined iron farm tools, iron pots, kitchen knives, etc.

Counting takeaways.

For home use, high standards and strict requirements are met.

One furnace can produce about two thousand kilograms of low carbon steel, thirty or forty times refined.

It cannot be summarized by wrought iron and refined iron.

This thing is the raw material for tempering hundreds of refined steel.

Of course, low carbon steel is Shenjiabao’s top secret.

There are no more than five people who know the production process in detail.

Shen Lin's expression was equally calm.

"Second uncle, the price of pig iron outside has risen to one hundred cash."

"How about calculating it at eighty cents per catty? There is no limit!"

"As for fine iron, five hundred jin per catty is interesting, right? The maximum per month is...three hundred catties."

"But my nephew promises that it will definitely reach the twenty-refinement standard."

"Except for my family, you can't buy such good products in the whole week."

Even if it is low standard wrought iron.

He was also unwilling to sell more to Shen Zhongxin.

Who knew this ruthless second uncle?

Is it possible? Turn around and try the knife on yourself?

I'll give you enough pig iron.

Your Shenjiaji has recruited quite a few blacksmiths.

Practice slowly.

Twenty refinements cannot be achieved.

It’s not difficult to make a ten-refinement-level simple sword that is standard for the imperial court, right?

More than 20,000 people need to be armed.

It would be difficult for you to build so many weapons in less than three to five months.

At that time, there were bandits in Luoyang Mountain.

It’s time to climb to Anding County.

You old man, do you still have time to cause trouble for me?

According to common sense, Shen Zhongxin should be very satisfied.

Iron ore prices rise.

Those bought from outside are all ordinary products with an iron content of 30 to 40%.

Plus labor, charcoal, etc. costs.

He smelted it himself, even if it didn't cost a hundred cents per catty.

Not much money saved either.

The key is time.

If you make it, you might as well buy it.

Shen Lin did not restrict the sale of pig iron, which really solved his big trouble.

But what the fuck?

Your fine iron farm tools have been sold in several counties.

Only give me three hundred pounds per month?

Everyone is smart.

You kid, here you go, save your life.

Who are you guarding against?

Let's organize people privately to buy Wu Qi's high-priced farm tools.

I can get back over a thousand kilograms of refined iron in a month.

"Shen Lin, three hundred catties is too little."

"We can only make a hundred simple knives in one month, which is totally not enough."

Shen Lin spread his hands, looking helpless.

"Second uncle, it's not that I don't want to sell it to you."

"In business, how can business come to your door? What's the point of inferring it yourself?"

"If you can supply me with high-grade iron ore with an iron content of 60 to 70%."

"As much refined iron as you want, my nephew will refine it for you."

nonsense!

Where are you going, old man? To find that good mine for you?

It seems there is no way to talk.

Shen Zhongxin stood up and said goodbye.

"That's it. Tomorrow, your third uncle will come over to transport pig iron."

"Let's take the water route!"

Shen Lin tried his best to persuade him to stay, hoping that the distinguished guest would stay for lunch.

Shen Zhongxin refused to accept his resignation.

The big and small foxes pretended to be polite for a long time.

Finally, say goodbye.

Close the heavy door.

In Shen Lin's heart, a stone fell to the ground.

He is young after all.

I still can’t see through the old fox Shen Zhongxin.

"Okay, I'm finally stable."

Shen Lin smiled at Liang Zizhong, Shen Zhonghe, and the Chen family brothers and sisters.

"We can talk, there is no need to fight or kill."

"We should have a stable life for two or three months."

"I didn't say anything, starting tomorrow."

"Let's just——"

"Build walls high, store grain widely, and grow slowly..."

"Oh no, we can't slow down the training!"

Everyone was smiling and feeling relaxed.

No one can guess?

Shen Lin swallowed these three words alive.

"Slowly become king!"

Shen Zhongxin was at the end of the village, saying goodbye to the heaviness of the earnest farewell.

By the way, I gave you some serious advice.

Let him train well.

Just leave it alone for the time being.

You have to walk half a mile.

The old guy's face was so dark and shiny.

He cursed bitterly.

"Shu Zi is not enough to make a plan!"

Shen Yi was startled.

Did the old man take the wrong medicine?

"Dad, Shen Lin promised quite happily. I have already given you enough face."

"If the supply of pig iron is not limited, why are you so angry?"

"It's so angry that it hurts you!"

Shen Zhongxin was extremely angry.

"What the hell do you know?"

"Our family has built two blast furnaces. Do you think they are just for this war?"

"In troubled times, if you have soldiers, you have the right to speak."

"If you want to strengthen your army, you have to make your own iron."

"Shen Lin, Shu Ziye!"

"Why do you think he has such good intentions when he supplies iron twenty cents below the market price?"

"He wants... to ask us to give up iron-making and take control of our family's destiny!"

Shen Yi disagreed.

In this great Zhou Dynasty, there are many iron-smelters in the world.

Who is buying or not buying?

We in Shenjiaji also have no iron ore.

If you refine it yourself, the supply of iron ore is still in the hands of others.

The same goes for Shen Lin.

Does he have the ability to control our family?

Too exaggerated.

"That's not right, Dad, Shen Lin made steel so much, but it violated the laws of the Zhou Dynasty!"

"When he finishes supplying, you will..."

Wave your hand and chop!

Shen Yi was extremely proud.

Unexpectedly, Shen Zhongxin sighed.

"Too late!"

"It's too late?" Shen Yi was confused?

Shen Zhongxin explained.

"Zhuang Mingyang said that Shen Lin, Wu Qi and the Chanzhou Governor's Office are in touch."

"Zhang Fengqi has issued a certificate for Lushui Iron Works to Shen Lin."

"Now, he is considered a government-owned and private person."

"Otherwise, why don't you and I go to the house with a smile on our face? Go and beg him?"

Damn, this little bastard Shen Lin is hiding quite deep.

Can he succeed in such a tyrannical way?

Shen Yi was a little envious.

Even if you and your father are 100% unable to follow Zhang Fengqi's path, right?

Anding County assisted in the defense, and the naval force Qianhu Village became famous.

He is the deputy governor and the son of Zhuang Zicai.

The father disregarded the age difference and handed over the child at all costs.

I just managed to get through to the Governor's Mansion, and it was a roundabout way of getting through.

"Isn't that right, dad?"

"Why should Zhang Fengqi trust Wu Qi and Shen Lin?"

Shen Zhongxin looked at his son up and down.

Grandma, why is my son so good?

Homemade?

He won the exam at a young age, and he was considered a great man for a while.

But why can't he tinker with anything like Shen Lin?

In troubled times, it is useless to study hard!

"Hmph, you know nothing!"

"Shen Lin created two peerless swords at the hundred-refined level."

"Governor, the deputy governor is so happy that he sleeps with his sword in his arms every night!"

"Isn't it simple to get an iron work permit?"

"Shu Zi, I am his second uncle."

"Why don't you give me a gift?"

Shen Yi already felt that his father was full of dislike for him.

I'll go.

A hundred-refined sword?

It's worth a thousand dollars in the market.

Why did Shen Lin give it to you?

If I give it to you, you won’t count him out?

If it were me, I wouldn’t do it either!

Shen Zhongxin thought of another news revealed by Zhuang Mingyang.

So, he secretly felt cruel in his heart.

"Shuzi, do you dare to be the first grader of junior high school?"

"Don't blame me, my second uncle is cruel."

“Do fifteen!!!”


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