"Jingle bell."

The entire courtyard of the mansion was filled with the sound of metal crashing.

The sky was gloomy, and the cold wind was mixed with the slightest rain, but the house was as warm as spring. Next to the one-foot-high iron-making furnace, stood a thin young man with a naked body. He kept throwing charcoal placed under the canopy into the huge furnace, and from time to time he held an iron rod tied to the top of the furnace to unblock the mouth of the furnace.

"Ah Yuan, this fire is not very strong, hurry up and push the skin bag to drum down."

Zhang Yuan didn't speak, and quickly ran to the leather blower on the back of the iron-making furnace and pushed it.

He's been doing this for three months.

One day three months ago, while waiting for the high-speed train at the edge of the platform, he was engrossed in reading a book, and he lost consciousness after being accidentally pushed off the platform by a young man who was fighting.

When he woke up again, he appeared in a strange room and lay down, the world-famous book "How Steel is Made" in his hand was gone, and even the clothes on his body had become the coarsest linen, and every day there would be an overseer to urge him to come to this iron-smelting workshop to work.

"I don't know when those days will end."

Zhang Yuan raised his head and looked at the rainy weather, but the movements in his hands did not stop.

For three months, Zhang Yuan has been silent, less talking and more doing things has become his code of conduct, he is not only working here, Zhang Yuan has more or less learned some information about this strange world from the mouths of these iron-smelting workshop craftsmen around him.

At this time, it was the period of Emperor Jing of the Han Dynasty, in the sixth year of the Middle Dynasty, that is, in 144 BC. In Zhang Yuan's impression, there are still more than three years before Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty ascends the throne.

As for this workshop, it is one of the family businesses of Zhuo Wangsun, a giant iron smelting merchant in Linqiong, Shu County.

And the origin of Zhang Yuan's body is a little pitiful, and the soles of his feet are still imprinted with the mark of the Zhuo family.

Zhang Yuan was sold to the Zhuo family as a servant when he was eleven years old, and a few years ago, the workshop was short of people, so Zhang Yuan was transferred to the workshop to do some chores.

That's three years.

"The eldest daughter of the Zhuo family has arrived."

A voice suddenly came from outside the workshop, and everyone who had no work in their hands walked towards the door.

It was the first time Zhang Yuan had seen this kind of movement, and he didn't care about the chores in his hands, so he went to the door to see the excitement.

It didn't take much effort for a beautifully dressed and beautiful girl to walk into the workshop, surrounded by seven or eight house slaves, and said to the workshop steward who was standing beside her as she went.

"My father sent me to urge Uncle Li that the batch of iron billets in the Wang family's blacksmith shop must be made today.

Their family is the big patron of our family, and although they are in a hurry now, we must not make shoddy things and ruin our own reputation. ”

The workshop manager lowered his head and said to the eldest daughter of the Zhuo family.

"Miss, I'll let the people under me put down other tasks and rush to make the Wang family's batch of iron billets first, you can rest assured.

Before dark, I will definitely send all the iron billets to the royal blacksmith's shop. ”

A touching smile appeared on the eldest daughter of the Zhuo family.

"Uncle Li has always been my father's right-hand man, and Wen Jun naturally trusts Uncle Li, but my father handed over this matter to me, so I came to Uncle Li, and I hope Uncle Li doesn't mind."

"Miss, don't explain to the old man, I know the hard work of the eldest lady. The workshop is dirty and messy, the eldest lady's daughter, please go home first, I will deliver the goods on time. ”

The eldest daughter of the Zhuo family nodded, turned around and walked out of the workshop with these house slaves who came with her.

As soon as she left, the workshop steward returned to his usual fierce appearance, shouting at the crowd of onlookers.

"What are you looking at, didn't you hear what the eldest lady said, why don't you hurry up and go to work.

Before the sun goes down, the billet can't be delivered to the royal blacksmith's shop, and you all have to get out of here with me. ”

As soon as the words fell, the onlookers and craftsmen dispersed in a hurry.

When Zhang Yuan retreated to his own iron-making furnace, he asked the small worker next to him who was doing the same chores.

"Zhao Er, who is the young lady who came just now, why is the steward so respectful to her?"

Zhao Er turned his head and looked at Zhang Yuan with an extremely frightened expression.

"Ah Yuan, are you in the wrong brain, since you woke up from a coma before, I feel that something is wrong with you.

The noble girl who came just now is our Zhuo family's eldest lady Zhuo Wenjun, the noble person is not something that our subordinates can talk about below, don't ask again, lest you be heard by someone who cares, go to Steward Li to sue you, and you will definitely be whipped at that time. ”

Zhang Yuan smiled at Zhao Er.

"Okay, okay, I won't ask, let's get to work."

Except for scolding a few words in his heart about the strictness of the ancient class system, Zhang Yuan had no way at the moment.

Later, although he continued to do chores by the iron-making furnace, he kept thinking about the eldest lady of the Zhuo family, Zhuo Wenjun, who came just now.

"This is one of the four talented women in China, such a look, this figure. You can't even look at it directly, so don't worry about it.

Hey, I'm also a traverser, how can I mix it up so miserably, people who have traveled to ancient times are not emperors and princes or the like, and they are also the losers of a big family.

How did I cross over and become a slave to someone else's house?

It's all a lie in the web novel. ”

Zhang Yuanzheng doubted the authenticity of the online novel in his heart, and suddenly a shout came from his ears.

"Ah Yuan, come over here."

Zhang Yuan looked back and saw that it was Uncle Li, the workshop manager, calling him.

Could it be that what he just asked Zhao Er was heard by others, and then he really went to Steward Li to sue him?

Although it was possible that he was going to be whipped, Zhang Yuan still put down his work and ran over.

"Steward Li, do you have any orders?"

Uncle Li, the workshop manager, looked at Zhang Yuan, patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Ah Yuan, you have been working in this workshop for several years, have you seen these masters striking iron on weekdays?"

"Mm-hmm, I've seen it."

"Then do you think you can handle it if you do some simple blacksmith work?"

Zhang Yuan suddenly realized that this might be the first opportunity he had crossed over, an opportunity to upgrade from a handyman to a blacksmith.

The blacksmith's accommodation and food are much better than those of their handymen, and although he still has to work hard to be a blacksmith, at least the living conditions are much better.

Although Zhang Yuan did not have the previous memory of this body, as a modern person, his learning ability was still very strong, so he nodded and responded with a full heart.

"Yes, I will definitely do it in Steward Li."

The head of the workshop breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Zhang Yuan.

"I knew that Ah Yuan, you would definitely do it, okay, come with me, I'll take you somewhere."

After saying this, Steward Li took Zhang Yuan to another courtyard.

The Zhuo family's main business on weekdays is only to smelt iron ore, make iron billets and sell them to other blacksmith shops, but they usually make some iron tools to sell.

The place where Steward Li brought Zhang Yuan here is where the blacksmiths of the Zhuo family work.

Although it was still raining at the moment, this group of big men with thick arms were still wielding the hammers in their hands one by one.

Steward Li took Zhang Yuan to a corner, which was filled with freshly cast iron billets that had just been pulled from the nearby courtyard. Steward Li pointed to these iron billets and said to Zhang Yuan.

"Ah Yuan, when this batch of iron billets was just poured, the mold was broken, and now it is too late to return to the furnace for re-smelting.

You're right here, just smash the protrusions of the billet flat. ”

Zhang Yuan looked at these iron billets, what the customer wanted should be boxy, but there is a protrusion on the surface of these, which looks extremely weird, but fortunately there is only one side, and the difficulty is not too big.

"Okay, I'll leave this job to me, Steward Li, don't worry."

Although Steward Li was still a little worried, he still said to Zhang Yuan.

"Okay, Ah Yuan, when you're done, go to the account room to find me."

"Whoa."