In an open space in the smelting field, Jin Quanzheng was standing there with four or five men in shorts. Next to him stood a technical officer with a bad look on his face.
At their feet lay a pile of sand, as well as limestone, limestone and some white powder.
"grown ups."
As soon as he saw Zhao Jin, the technical officer walked up quickly and said with a frown: "Sir, this man said that he had brought these people here and brought all this sand on your orders."
The technician pointed at the pile of things on the ground, obviously very unhappy.
Zhao Jin nodded, "This is what I ordered."
Hearing Zhao Jin's words, the technical officer was obviously choked, while Jin Quan snorted coldly, pointed at the orchid: "Hey, I didn't know who it was who said the slave family was lying."
"You!" The technical officer pointed at Jin Quan, his face turning red with anger.
Zhao Jin stood next to him and could clearly hear his heavy breathing.
"Okay, okay." Zhao Jin said hurriedly: "Let's do business first."
Zhao Jin turned to the technical officer and said: "You can give an empty stove to me, it will be useful later."
The technical officer blew out a breath from his nose, obviously unwilling, but Zhao Jin had already spoken, and he could not and was not qualified to refuse.
"Come out with an empty furnace!" the technician shouted to the other craftsmen in the smelting yard.
Soon, the stove closest to Zhao Jin's position was vacated.
The craftsmen around Jin Quan looked at each other, wondering what Zhao Jin was going to do.
The other craftsmen in the smelting field also quietly looked at this place. After all, the last time Zhao Jin came to the smelting field, he made such good steel.
Zhao Jin walked to Jin Quan, glanced down at the materials on the ground, and looked up at the five craftsmen, "What I'm going to talk about today is the method of refining colored glaze."
Those calm and light words directly resonated in the hearts of everyone in the smelting field!
Glazed? How to make colored glaze?
One of the five craftsmen shook his hands and asked, "Sir, are you telling the truth?"
"What are you doing with me?" Zhao Jin glanced at them and said softly.
Of course, it is actually glass, but in the eyes of the ancients, there was no difference between colored glaze and glass.
After all, here, these people have not even invented the ancient colored glaze.
Everyone looked shocked.
Indeed, there is no need for adults to frame them, so is it really the method of making colored glaze?
They can even hear themselves swallowing.
That is colored glaze! Only the princes and nobles can afford the colored glaze!
Zhao Jin glanced at everyone and thought to himself: After you know how to make colored glaze, I'm afraid it won't look like this.
"I don't quite remember the specific ratio. The sand needs to be washed finely first."
Zhao Jin knelt down, reached out and touched a handful of sand, raised his head and said to them.
"Then mix the washed fine sand with soda ash, limestone, and limestone and bake it. However, you need to try this ratio yourself."
Some craftsmen were a little puzzled: "Sir, we can still try this ratio little by little, but how can we fine this sand?"
Zhao Jin pondered for a while, then looked at Jin Quan, "Jin Quan, go find some gauze."
Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up.
The holes in the gauze are extremely small, making it perfect for washing in the sand!
Jin Quan hurriedly found a large piece of gauze, but Zhao Jin had already asked the craftsmen to make a square wooden frame with wooden sticks.
He took the gauze from Jin Quan, folded it in several layers, put it into the wooden frame, and tied it tightly.
Everyone was stunned for a moment when they saw Zhao Jin's flexible movements.
"Okay!" Zhao Jin handed the gauze-tied wooden frame to a craftsman, stood up, and patted his robe.
"You guys do it."
After saying that, Zhao Jin raised his feet and walked towards the place where the steel was being filled.
Zhao Jin came to the smelting site to make glass, firstly because there was a ready-made furnace, and secondly because he wanted to come over and get himself a handy weapon.
The craftsman who was pouring steel saw that Zhao Jin was a little nervous, and the movements of his hands became a little bumpy.
"Don't be nervous." Zhao Jin checked the knife he had practiced next to him and showed satisfaction.
The quality is okay, but if they were to face off against the Beili people, they would definitely suffer a big loss in terms of weapons.
After the inspection, Zhao Jin looked up at the craftsman and said, "Take a piece of graphite and make a mold for me."
"Yes," the craftsman hurriedly went to get a large piece of graphite and gave it to Zhao Jin.
Seeing Zhao Jin quickly getting tools from other places and preparing to start making molds, he scratched his head and said, "What kind of molds do you want to make? Why don't you let the common people do it?"
Out of curiosity, he kept watching how the five craftsmen fired the glaze. Occasionally, he took a moment to look at Zhao Jin. He turned his head and looked at it, and he was so frightened that he ran over immediately.
"My lord, my lord." The technical officer ran to Zhao Jin and wanted to reach out his hand to stop Zhao Jin, but he didn't dare and was so anxious that he ran around.
"Sir, how can you squat on the ground and make the mold yourself? Just let him do whatever you want."
The technician patted the exposed arm of the craftsman next to him, "His mold-making skills are the best here! Just tell him directly!"
Zhao Jin didn't even raise his head and refused directly: "No, you just go and do your work."
Zhao Jin hopes to use the weapons that he will take advantage of in the future.
At this time, the technical officer did not dare to see how the glaze was fired over there. He stayed here with Zhao Jin, for fear that Zhao Jin would accidentally hurt himself.
Zhao Jin didn't care about them and just made his own mold.
Although the long knife style here is pretty good, Zhao Jin is actually not very used to it.
In the past, he mostly used guns. If he used a knife, it was a relatively slender knife.
In his previous life, Zhao Jin found a black kiln to smelt his long knife. In this life, he is very good at making molds.
After the mold was almost finished, Zhao Jin lowered his head, still staring at the mold, "Go find some animal fat and get some salt water."
"The grease should be liquid, not solidified."
Upon hearing this, the technical officer immediately asked people to prepare.
"Sir, do you want to smelt a weapon yourself?"
"Yeah." Zhao Jin responded lightly, focusing entirely on the mold under his hands. He had already reached the details and couldn't be distracted.
The technician immediately glanced at the craftsman next to him. The craftsman understood and turned around to leave.
Zhao Jin didn't notice.
After he finished the mold, he stood up and took a long breath.
"Sir." The craftsman who was pouring steel just now looked over and said, "The molten steel is ready."
Zhao Jin's eyes paused, "So fast?"
The technical officer smiled beside him and said, "I just asked them to prepare."
Maybe it was because they knew it was for Zhao Jin. Zhao Jin took a look at the molten steel they prepared and said it was the best.
Zhao Jin personally took the molten steel and poured it into the mold.
Filling steel does not mean pouring molten steel directly into the mold.
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