Wang Xiaoer felt itchy looking at the piece of fine steel and asked: "Erlang, can this piece of steel... be beaten by me?"
Fang Jun had a dark look on his face: "Is it possible that I have to fight it myself?"
It's just a piece of steel. There will be more in the future. What's so rare? This old man is so rare and weird. At this moment, he feels itchy. Before long, I'm afraid that such work will have to be arranged for his apprentices. I don't even bother to take a look...
"Okay!"
Wang Xiaoer beamed with joy, happily picked up the steel ingot, put it on the fire until it burned red, then used a chisel to knock off a piece weighing about three kilograms, and then put it under the precision forging hammer to hammer.
The steel ingot was hammered into a thin piece by the forging hammer. The temperature dropped and the golden red color of the burned steel faded away. Wang Xiaoer put it on the forge to heat it up red-hot, then struck the middle with a chisel a few times.
When the pliers are pressed hard, they are bent from the middle and stacked together, and then placed under the forge for beating.
While banging, he explained to the surrounding apprentices: "This forging method will produce a hundred-forged steel, which can be made into a precious sword. It can cut gold and jade, behead heads and kill people without bloodshed. But good steel is rare."
, I have been fighting with my master for twenty years, and I have only fought a few times in total. You guys are lucky, keep your eyes wide open and keep an eye on me, don't let your mind wander!"
The disciples quickly gathered closer, their eyes widened, not wanting to miss any detail.
This is a hundred steelmaking!
Those legendary magical weapons that can cut iron like mud, cut gold and break jade, are all made in this way!
The steel sheet is knocked thin again, folded again, and when it is cold, it is heated in the forge... The so-called "hundred times of steel making" refers to the fact that each time it is reheated is called one refining, and that it is reheated one hundred times is called "one refining". Of course, it is only a rough number.
Somewhat exaggerated.
In the era before the use of hydraulic forging hammers, the master usually used iron vise to clamp the steel piece, and the apprentice used a hammer to beat it. The manual hammer hammer was slow, and the steel embryo became cold after a few hits. It had to be heated in the furnace, and it was often folded once.
It takes four to six times to go back to the furnace, so it only takes 30 to 50 times to refining. If it is really refining a hundred times, a sword will probably take three to five years...
The hydraulic forging hammer strikes dozens of times per minute. It is fast and powerful. It hits the steel blank as densely as a drum. It is more than ten times faster than human power and more than ten times heavier.
Wang Xiaoer exclaimed: "It's so fast! You little bastards are enjoying themselves, standing and watching Master forging iron. I remember when your Grandfather was making steel, Master and I were swinging the hammer by the side for three days and two nights.
When I close my eyes, my arms are swollen and translucent..."
All the apprentices stared at Wang Xiaoer's hands every time they spoke, for fear that they would not be able to learn this skill of steelmaking.
Wang Xiaoer was telling his apprentices how to remember the hardships and sweet things, but the work on his hands did not stop. The hydraulic forging hammer was hammering fast. The steel blank was folded once before being returned to the furnace, and after being returned to the furnace twenty times, it was folded twenty times.
The level of steelmaking is as high as 100.
Now it is time to use a forging hammer to shape the steel blank. It is finally returned to the furnace and heated once. Wang Xiaoer takes it under the forging hammer and bangs it, and the shape gradually appears.
The originally round iron ball turned into a flat and long iron bar. It could be vaguely seen that it was a horizontal knife with a long and narrow blade and a pointed head.
Although it is only a semi-finished product, the cloud patterns on the blade are looming, like running water, like stars, with cold light shining, and the sword energy soaring into the sky, as if it was hanging on the wall and making a dragon roar...
Wang Xiaoer stopped working at this time.
Fang Junzheng watched with great interest and asked curiously: "Why not fight?"
Wang Xiaoer wanted to despise the head of the family, but he didn't dare... so he could only explain: "Such good steel cannot be wasted. The old man has to cover the blade with a layer of tough wrought iron, and after sharpening it,
Quenching, so that you can get the best quality Tang knife!"
Fang Jun suddenly realized.
The Tang Dao is a military sword. Its biggest function is combat. Its production process is strict, and another use in combat must be taken into consideration, which is armor breaking and durability.
Armor-breaking requires hardness and a narrow blade, while durability requires toughness. Therefore, Tang Dao adopts the most advanced steel-clad technology. It uses wrought iron as the outer skin, sandwiching steel-making in the middle, and some cutting edges adopt local quenching technology, that is, covering with earth and burning.
Blade. The blade is hard and can cut through armor, while the blade is tough, does not deform, and is durable.
This is also the biggest difference from Japanese swords.
Fang Jun nodded. He also wanted to see how a horizontal knife made of super-era steel combined with the best technology would be able to behead heads and kill people without blood...
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After leaving the iron factory and returning to Zhuangzi, Fang Jun immediately leaned on the kang, his eyelids were twitching, and he just wanted to sleep.
These days tinkering with the ironworks almost exhausted his efforts.
Since he is not a professional smelter, he only starts with theoretical principles for all technologies, and then combines his own memory to explore a technological path in this foggy Middle Ages...
I feel a little exhausted.
Fortunately, the result was good. Although there were still shortcomings and flaws, the craftsmen slowly discovered the improvement during the practice. He did not believe that no matter how arrogant the time traveler was, he could make things out of thin air in a desert of technology.
An industrial revolution?
What nonsense...
In a daze, two soft little hands put on his shoulders and neck, massaging them with slight force. Fang Jun groaned in comfort.
A faint fragrance followed, and as the clothes fluttered, a soft body pressed against my side...
As soon as Fang Jun stretched out his hand, he accurately grasped a section of her slender waist. Wu Mei Niang was startled unexpectedly. She let out a sweet cry in her mouth and turned her head nervously to watch. People were coming and going outside, and maids and maids passed by from time to time.
How embarrassing would you be if you were caught by someone?
But just now Fang Jun handed over the management of the iron factory to her without reservation. This trust made her heart overflowing with tenderness. Even though she knew it was inappropriate, she still couldn't help herself to refuse, so she rubbed herself on the kang and leaned against the bed.
Jun's body, letting him hug her tightly, her pretty face was slightly dizzy.
"Haha, so hungry? It seems that I haven't worked hard enough and I still need to keep working hard..." Fang Jun chuckled, opened his eyes and teased.
"Where is it!"
Wu Meiniang was so embarrassed that she lightly hit him on the shoulder and said slightly angrily: "I think your husband has been too tired these days, so I just want to relax you. But you are not being careful, and you caught him,
How can a little girl escape?"
Fang Jun smiled and said nothing.
Wu Meiniang's cheeks were red, she bit her lips, and looked at Fang Jun with her watery almond eyes. Knowing that it was impossible to hide her thoughts from this man, she asked softly: "Why...are you so nice to the slave family?"
Wu Meiniang has buried this sentence in her heart for a long time.
Fangjiawan's business snowballed and grew bigger and bigger, and it gradually became a commodity distribution center in Guanzhong. The amount of money brought in every day was similar, but Fang Jun ignored it and allowed her to do whatever she wanted...
She could also see that Fang Jun could make money, but he never valued money. In his eyes, no matter how much money he had, it was just a tool to achieve a certain goal. He handed her the dock and soap, candles, cement and other goods.
It makes sense to take care of it.
So, why should this ironworks be handed over to myself?
Wu Meiniang could tell that this iron factory was definitely different from those businesses that were just for making money, and Fang Jun attached great importance to it like never before...
Fang Jun's generous palm caressed her delicate and smooth back through the thin shirt, feeling the touching resilience, and said with a smile: "In this world, my parents raised me, my brothers believed in me and valued me, but after all, they were just passers-by.
"Only my wife can support me and accompany me throughout my life. Since I can be filial to my parents and be kind and righteous to my brothers, why can't I love my wife wholeheartedly and without reservation?"
We support each other and stay together for a lifetime?
Fall in love with all your heart, without reservation?
In this era, have women ever been promised such a promise by their own men? This is more likely to break a woman's heart than any love words. For such a man, which woman would not be crazy in love and willing to give her all without any regrets?
?
Wu Meiniang felt a raging fire of love rising in her heart, burning herself completely in an instant...
Burn, burn!
Even if I burn everything, I can never leave this man again...
Wu Meiniang was so moved that she leaned down and put on her red lips.
How lucky I was that my brother couldn't tolerate me, so I had no choice but to recommend myself to the palace, but I didn't get the emperor's favor. I committed myself to Fang Jun, thinking that I would be a concubine for the rest of my life, living a life of humiliation and panic.
But I didn’t expect that God would take pity on me and would allow me to meet such a great man with a broad mind...