The era when Wei Ba lived was an era in which "you can learn mathematics, physics and chemistry and travel all over the world without fear" and an era in which "science is the primary productive force". However, in that era, graduate students were like dogs and college students were full of
On the street, he is nothing as an undergraduate from an ordinary university, so he can't find a job. Even if he has the opportunity, he has no competitiveness without a father to fight for, and he can only watch others eating meat.
He couldn't even drink the soup.
Things are different now. In terms of professional skills, the most outstanding craftsmen of this era may not be able to compare with him. In terms of father, although Wei Yan is not sure whether he can last for a long time, at least for now, he can still make the ground shake three times by stamping his feet.
A trembling ruthless character.
The situation seems to be very good, not a small good, but a great good.
It would be better if dad Wei Yan's life could be longer.
Wei Ba put aside the shovel matter - he knew without trying it that this thing would definitely be better than Muyi - and began to think about how to avoid the tragedy of the Wei family being wiped out. The technical thing looked complicated, but it was actually very simple.
After piercing that layer of paper, what is needed is patience and carefulness, and human affairs may seem simple, but are actually very complicated. There are no shortcuts, and more rely on talent. At this point, he has no advantage, dad
It's not just a day or two that Wei Yan and Yang Yi have become enemies. Whether he can save it with his own strength is really a big question.
If I go and tell my father now, you should pay attention to Yang Yi and Ma Dai, be careful of them stabbing you, will he say that I am crazy?
Nine times out of ten.
Wei Ba scratched his head a little.
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Wei Ba returned to his room. It was a small room with a large bed, which he and Wei Wu shared. Wei Yan was very strict in running the army and had high expectations for his sons.
He was willing to provide them with maids and so on. Even though he knew that Wei Ba was not in good health, he still had to take him with him when he came to Mianyang for inspection this time. This was to make them familiar with the geography of Hanzhong and lay the foundation for leading troops in the future. It was just Wei Ba who
When he arrived in Mianyang, he became ill and confused, so Wei Yan left him aside and asked Wei Wu to take care of him. He only took his eldest son Wei Feng around to work around.
After so many days, Wei Ba had time to tidy up the room for the first time. He searched for a long time, but except for some daily necessities, he didn't find anything with words on it. However, there was a clothes hanger next to the bed with two pairs hanging on it.
The exquisite armors, the big one belongs to him, and the small one belongs to Wei Wu.
Looking at the armor, Wei Ba called Wei Wu who was practicing sword practice in the yard on a whim. "A Wu, come and help me put on the armor."
Wei Wu walked in, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at Wei Ba with an idiot look, curled his lips, and the corners of his mouth almost reached the base of his ears. "Brother, don't try it. Although you have been in poor health for the past two days,
It's better, but once you put on the armor, you can't even walk. It won't take a while, and you have to ask me to help you take it off. I'm practicing swordsmanship, so I don't have time to play with you."
Wei Ba became angry: "I still have to put it on today and insist on not taking it off." He thought for a while and then added: "I'm just tired. I'd rather lie here to rest than call you before you finish practicing your sword.
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Seeing his insistence, Wei Wu could only shrug: "This is what you said. Don't blame me for not helping you when the time comes. My father asked me to cut a thousand cuts every day, and I have only cut more than three hundred cuts."
"Stop talking nonsense, help me put it on quickly." Wei Ba was a little excited: "It's a pity that there is no mirror, otherwise I can take a look at my own heroic appearance."
"Mirror? What is a mirror?" Wei Wu easily took off the armor with one hand and put it on Wei Ba's shoulder. Wei Ba suddenly felt his shoulders sinking. Wei Wu didn't notice, but said curiously: "Brother
, I noticed that you have been acting a little weird these past two days. Not only have you learned a lot, but you also talk a lot of weird things. What is a mirror, and what did you mean by rear-ending it yesterday?"
Wei Ba's legs went weak and he made a plop, sitting on the ground with his armor on. He had always regarded Wei Wu as a child and was not very vigilant in front of him. He was not as cautious as in front of Wei Yan and Wei Feng. He did not expect this kid
Although he seemed careless, he still found many problems.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Wei Wu quickly pulled Wei Ba up. He didn't bother to ask what a mirror was, and stretched out his hand to take away the armor. Wei Ba stretched out his hand to hold him down: "No, I can hold on.
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Wei Wu looked at Wei Ba's slightly red face and asked with some uncertainty: "Are you sure?"
The line "I'm sure and sure" came to his mouth. Wei Ba swallowed it back and answered with three words through gritted teeth: "I'm sure."
Wei Wu blinked and saw that although Wei Ba was blushing, he could still hold on, so he carefully helped him put on the armor. Finally, he took off the helmet and asked tentatively: "Do you want this...?"
Wei Ba put on this mysterious armor and was already out of breath from exhaustion. A rough estimate is that this mysterious armor weighs at least fifteen kilograms. Although for ordinary people, it is not impossible to walk, but it needs to be repaired.
He had to walk around wearing this, and he had to use a knife to kill each other with the enemy. It was really difficult without some physical strength. For a sick man like him, it was a burden that could not be ignored.
Wei Ba calmed down, stood firm, reached out to take the helmet from Wei Wu's hand, and carefully put it on his head. His neck suddenly felt heavy pressure, which made Wei Ba very worried about whether his thin cervical spine could hold up.
You can hold it. He fastened the buckle under his chin, winked at Wei Wu, bent his arms, and assumed the posture of a bodybuilder: "Awu, how are you, don't you look majestic?"
Wei Wu looked at him carefully and nodded vigorously: "Mighty, of course Mingfeng, this armor was specially made for us by my father, of course Mingfeng."
"Fuck you." Wei Ba couldn't help laughing and pushed Wei Wu: "Okay, you go practice swordsmanship and I'll get used to it. It feels really good." As he said this, he took down a meter from the shelf.
He thrust the long sword into his waist, twisted around, and made a gesture to draw the sword. He opened his eyes and tried hard to look murderous.
Wei Wu was startled and quickly stretched out his hand to support him: "Brother, be careful, don't fall."
One sentence immediately brought Wei Ba back to his original state. He waved his hand speechlessly: "Let's go and practice swordsmanship. Let's practice swordsmanship."
"Alas." Wei Wu responded and went back to the yard to practice his sword. Wei Ba himself walked a few steps back and forth in the room wearing armor weighing more than ten kilograms, practiced drawing his sword a few more times, and made several postures that he thought were majestic.
His legs felt a little sore due to his appearance, and he secretly lamented that this general was indeed not a general. I wanted to sit down and take a rest, but I was afraid of being laughed at by Wei Wu, so I moved to the door and looked around a few times, and saw that Wei Wu was paying full attention.
Then he quietly walked to the bed and sat down, sticking out his tongue and gasping for air.
Before he could take a deep breath, a burst of heavy and fast footsteps came in. Wei Ba's eyes suddenly darkened. He looked closely and saw the tall figure of his father Wei Yan appearing at the door. He subconsciously stood up and bowed his hands in salute.
Unexpectedly, he was wearing armor and couldn't bend down at all. He could only hear the rattling of armor leaves, which made his face turn red.
Wei Yan saw that he was covered in armor, but he still wanted to bend down to salute, and a smile disappeared from his eyes. He stepped in, reached out and tapped Wei Ba's shoulder armor: "Okay, since you are wearing the armor, and
Military salutes are enough. A soldier cannot bend his back."
Wei Ba responded sheepishly, glanced at his father, and asked Xiaoyi: "Dad, are you... okay?"
"Yeah." Wei Yan responded, and stretched out the hand behind his back. The shovel he had just made in the morning was in his hand. Wei Ba was stunned and thought, didn't Wei Feng give it to the farmer to try out?
I ran into my father's hands. Do you think it was useful and praised me for coming?
Wei Yan looked Wei Ba in the eyes and asked, "Did you do this?"
When Wei Ba heard that the tone was wrong, his heart tightened and his smile suddenly faded. He hesitated for a moment and said, "It was made by a master from Tiezuoli."
"I know." Wei Yan interrupted Wei Ba impatiently. "Did you teach him how to do it?"
Wei Ba nodded helplessly: "Yes."
"When did you learn to blacksmith?" Wei Yan's face darkened and he said sternly: "You are weak and don't want to join the army. If you want to study, I will let you study. But you didn't study well, but you learned how to do it."
Do you want to smelt iron? Do you want to be a blacksmith in the future and stain the lintel of my Wei family?"
Wei Ba was a little confused for a while, and it took him a while to understand why his father was so angry. It turned out that he thought he was learning blacksmithing and had fallen into a lowly career. He coughed dryly and said with a wry smile: "Dad, I didn't learn to smelt iron."
ah."
"No, then how can you make this iron iron and make all the old craftsmen in the iron factory full of praise?"
"This..." Wei Ba was speechless. He rolled his eyes and said, "Dad, look at my body, can I hold up a hammer?"
Wei Yan was stunned and a little surprised. He stroked his beard and his expression softened, but he still refused to let it go. "Then how do you know about iron smelting?"
"I read it from a book."
"In the book? Which book?"
"It doesn't have a name. It's a fragment of a scroll. Not long after I got it, it was all scattered." Wei Ba looked at his father carefully, fearing that he would ask further questions.
"Is there any book on iron smelting?" Wei Yan also hesitated a little. He knocked on the brand new iron hammer with twinkling eyes. Wei Ba didn't dare to breathe, for fear of exposing his flaws and being treated as a monster and set on fire. Wei Yan
But she didn't pay attention to his expression. After a while, she raised her head and looked at Wei Ba, with a bit more hope in her eyes. "In that book... is there any way to make weapons or armor?"
Wei Ba thought for a while and shook his head. Although the steel-making method can definitely be used to make weapons, he is not sure about the performance requirements of the weapons after all. This is what technology is. Similarity does not mean the same, maybe it is just a few parameters.
If there is a difference, the finished product may be completely different.
Seeing Wei Ba shaking his head, Wei Yan was a little disappointed, and he laughed at himself: "Well, even if you can't make a magic weapon, you can hit an iron sword and gain an extra three to five dou, so it's not a waste of study. Okay, your body
If you are weak and can't wear armor, don't wear it, otherwise your body will be exhausted again."
With that, he walked out. Wei Ba pouted, mustered up his courage, caught up two steps, stopped in front of Wei Yan, raised his hands and said: "Dad, maybe... I can try, if you don't object.
.With those experienced craftsmen, I may be able to create sharper weapons for Dad."
Wei Yan glanced at him in surprise, thought for a moment, and nodded: "Okay."——The third update is here, please recommend, collect, and support!