Since he couldn't find the iron kettle at night, Huo Guang had no choice but to give up and let Qiuxiang go back to sleep. Qiuxiang walked out of the room with a blushing face, and when the summer night breeze blew, she looked like a delicate and bright red rose.
The next morning, when Huo Guang woke up, Ah Hao was already making salt. These days when he was away, Ah Hao was making salt. Previously, people from the Stick Gang wanted to learn how to make salt secretly, so Ah Hao made salt.
I moved the equipment to my home, but I can’t sell much salt in a day anyway, so I make salt at home every day and sell it.
"Brother Guang, when did you come back?"
"last night."
"How is business these days?" Huo Guang asked simply.
"The daily sales of pearl salt are about half a stone, and other salts are about the same."
Now they no longer buy salt from the Stick Gang. They travel further to the next county to buy salt. Buying more at one time can last for many days. The Stick Gang was warned by Huo Zhongru and now they don't dare to move.
But Huo Guang blatantly broke the rules of the Stick Gang, which Zhu Youcai could not bear. Zhu Youcai had provoked Huo Guang before, and he would not let it go.
To Huo Guang, these things are just trivial matters, just a small gang. Now he has bigger things to do.
While Ah Hao was practicing salt practice, Huo Guang went out and pulled some iron blocks back. A whole cart of iron was brought back by the horse, and they were all placed in the yard.
Huo Zhongru, who had just gotten up, looked at the pile of iron blocks in the yard in confusion and said, "What did you do when you came back?"
Huo Zhongru had always been puzzled by boiling salt water before, but now that he had made a pile of iron, he wanted to start teaching his son a lesson.
"stupid……"
Just as he was about to speak out his words, he thought that Huo Guang had made so much money by boiling salt water, so he should first see if something was wrong before scolding him.
Huo Guang pointed to a pile of iron blocks and said, "Father, I know the manufacturing process of steel war horses."
"Oh? Ganfu taught you?"
"No, Sang Jin told me about it, but she didn't know the details. Little old man Gan Fu hid it and refused to teach me."
"No stylist can teach people casually. If you really want to learn, I will come to your door to talk to him, try to gain face, and try to build a relationship."
Huo Guang smiled slightly: "Father, no need for now, I have other ideas."
Huo Zhongru obviously didn't know what Huo Guang was thinking.
Huo Guang looked at the appearance of Sang Jin he had seen before and wrote the words fire and iron. In order to avoid revealing that he could summon fire out of thin air, he lit a fire first.
Qi began to flow, bypassing Huo Guang's body, fingers, and hair between his brows, and then reached the iron and fire.
The flames burned brightly, and a pile of iron ore was suspended.
"It's too much, you have to have less." Huo Guang accidentally manipulated too much iron, which was obviously difficult to melt into molten iron. He slowly put it down and used a small piece.
Several maids came out and looked at Huo Guang's control of the flames, as if they had seen magic. They felt it was very magical.
Huo Zhongru felt the Qi triggered by Huo Guang and proudly said to Widow Wang: "Look at my son's Qi, he is really big. Follow my Qi."
Widow Wang said with a shy face: "You are so dishonest. You say such things in broad daylight. Besides, no father would discuss his son."
"The Qi I'm talking about is not a weapon."
"What do you mean?" Widow Wang didn't understand why Huo Zhongru said the same word on both sides.
Huo Zhongru couldn't help it. Widow Wang didn't know a few characters and couldn't explain clearly.
Huo Guang used both hands to control iron with one hand and fire with the other. He suddenly dropped it without paying attention, and the flames almost hit Ah Hao.
It was difficult for Huo Guang to concentrate on two tasks. No wonder Sang Jinxiang was dripping with sweat that day, so she was so tired.
Fortunately, Huo Guang has been practicing the art of fighting each other for several years, and it will be much better if he tries again.
It requires multi-tasking, and Huo Guang himself used to often cut two screens, ready to switch between short movies and normal screens at any time to avoid being discovered, so it only needs to be familiar with it, and it can still be operated.
I saw that after a while, under Huo Guang's control, the flame continued to heat up. After personal experience, I was more sure that the temperature of the Qi flame could continue to rise as long as the Qi flame was continuously added.
The iron block began to melt visibly to the naked eye. This magical scene filled Huo Guang with an unreal feeling, akin to the iron smelting hand in the storm.
When he was a child, he watched the TV series "Feng Yun" and was very obsessed with the iron-smelting hands in it. Even when he was in middle school, he held the iron fence of the school and imagined that he could use the iron-smelting hands to turn all the iron products into swords, guns, swords and halberds.
Just one word, handsome.
Now, although this practice is not an iron smelting technique, it does feel a bit like an iron smelting technique if you think about it carefully.
The hot red molten iron slowly took shape while suspended in the air, and finally turned into a kettle, then stabilized and suddenly lowered to the ground.
Huo Zhongru ran over excitedly, picked up the kettle on the ground and saw that it was an ordinary iron kettle with dragon patterns. He was very disappointed and said: "Aguang, what are you doing? How did you make a kettle? This
The iron kettle is worthless."
"Father, I just practice my skills, and I don't dare to do anything too complicated for the first time."
Huo Zhongru threw the kettle down in disinterest and said, "I used to tinker with the salt tax, and now I'm making kettles. Why do you like playing with water so much?"
He stopped staying and went out to work in Shaofuyuan on his own.
Huo Guang took the kettle and began to look at it. The first time he made it, it was mainly an attempt. The iron kettle he made was exactly what he had just imagined. Qi seemed to change according to his thoughts, and what he wanted to become.
It becomes whatever it is.
During the shaping process just now, Huo Guang realized firsthand that what really controlled the shape of the molten iron was not his hands that controlled Qi as he thought, but his own brain. Looking at Sang Jin's appearance, he had always thought that it was his hands that controlled it.
He is a hard-working man with extremely clumsy hands. If he had to operate with both hands, he would not have the confidence. But now that he discovered that Qi was changing according to the fantasies in his mind, he felt relieved again.
This means that the more carefully you think about it, the more precise you will make it. He also carved a dragon pattern on the kettle, which is the implementation of his previous ideas.
A simple kettle could be made, but Huo Guang planned to start making something a little more complicated. He bought a lot of iron blocks and used them for practice.
Huo Guang rubbed his hands excitedly: "This way I feel like I can boil water."
Human civilization begins with boiling water, China's strength begins with boiling water, and discovering the truth of the world from the simplest things.
The principle that drives human civilization forward is extremely simple, but the process of discovery is difficult.
Just when Huo Guang was excited to start making a steam engine, someone from the Sang family came to the door.
"Mr. Huo, our young lady invites you to go to the house and have a chat."
"Oh? What happened?"
Why did you miss me again so early in the morning after we just separated last night? Is this the charm of being a time traveler? Are you really attached to me?
"It's about salt. The master has sent news back to Chang'an."
