Soon the ten people brought a few hoes, and Zhang Yuan directly asked them to start digging a pit.

An hour down a pit half a meter deep and a radius of one meter is dug even if it is dug, and then it is much simpler, tell these people to build another furnace according to the high-temperature furnace outside, but don't seal the top of the crucible with soil.

Everyone understood it and immediately began to get busy.

Zhang Yuan had other things, the servants of the Zhuo Mansion he had brought before were also waiting for him now, and the warehouse in this courtyard was full of iron pots that had been made.

"Who is the steward, I forgot to ask last time."

A middle-aged man, slightly more astute than the others, stepped out of the crowd.

"Childe, I'm the steward here."

Zhang Yuan glanced at this person, this person must be the eyeliner sent by Zhuo Wangsun, but it can't be just this one.

"You go to the account room to find the housekeeper Uncle Li to pay ten taels of gold, and take some people to buy ten big pigs, and we will have a good meal at noon today."

In Dahan, one tael of gold can only be exchanged for three and a half taels of good silver, and the value of pork itself is high, and copper coins have no purchasing power, which directly leads to the fact that one tael of gold can only buy an adult pig of about two hundred catties.

Seeing this person standing in front of him, with a sad look on his face, Zhang Yuan frowned and opened his mouth to ask.

"What's the matter, didn't you hear what I said clearly?"

"Childe, the villain is afraid that it will be difficult to get money from Steward Li, so you should go with the villain."

Zhang Yuan didn't bother to talk to this person, so he took him to Steward Li to ask for ten taels of gold, but when he mentioned that the ten taels of gold were used to buy pork, Steward Li's surprised expression, Zhang Yuan knew that this goods would definitely go to Zhuo Wangsun to complain.

"Once the money is taken, the big pig will be killed at the purchase place and then brought back."

"Whoa."

While the steward took people to buy pigs, Zhang Yuan was not idle and took the rest of the people to teach them to polish the iron pot, and for a while, the whole yard echoed with the harsh sound of stones rubbing against metal.

Towards noon, ten fat pigs that had been slaughtered were carried in from the front yard, and all of them stopped moving their hands and stared straight at them.

The desire to eat meat has become an instinctive desire, even overshadowing other desires.

When Zhang Yuan saw this scene, he threw the iron pot directly on the grinding stone, and the clanging sound of the bell woke up these people.

"Don't stop, it's not like you won't be fed, keep doing it for me.

You guys will come with me to the back kitchen to deal with these ten big pigs. ”

The pigs bought are the largest and fattest pigs, and there are only one hundred and eleven people here, including Zhang Yuan and those handymen who build iron-making furnaces, and two pigs are enough to kill all these people.

What is useful to Zhang Yuan is only the fat on these pigs, and everything else can be eaten by these people.

"Take all the fat and even the skin and put it aside, stew the rest and share it with everyone, and if you can't eat it, marinate it into bacon and eat it slowly."

These people are already very happy to be able to eat meat, it doesn't matter if you are lean meat or fatty meat, these servants who grew up in Zhuo Mansion want to eat meat is more difficult than anything else, ordinary people can also go outside the city to get some game to improve their food, they don't have that condition, they can't even get out of the gate on weekdays without the instructions of the master's family.

Two pigs, shaved off the bones, internal organs and fat, the rest is only about two hundred catties, and when Zhang Yuan finished gnawing the pig's feet in his hand, there was only soup left in front of him.

When you eat quickly, you have to come earlier in the work, obviously these ancients did not know how to grind foreign workers.

"After eating, build a few stoves in the yard and come out, and I'll teach you what to do next."

There weren't many people to build the stove, and the rest went back to continue polishing the iron pot after eating.

After the stove was set up, Zhang Yuan showed them how to use fat meat to coat the iron pot with a layer of anti-rust film, and after doing all this, Zhang Yuan had nothing to do.

There was no way to sleep at all, and the sound of the metal hitting made him not to say sleep, and his scalp was a little numb.

Thinking about how strong he was in front of Zhuo Wangsun before, now his intestines are repentant.

Why should I not go back to Zhuo Mansion without making wrought iron, so I had no choice but to find a house where no one lived, and lay down directly and began to think about life.

Time has changed, and today is the third day that Zhang Yuan has come to Zhuo's workshop.

The iron-making furnace that was built by the people, after being thoroughly baked over a high fire yesterday, is ready to use today.

The ten people assigned had already started to operate, and when Zhang Yuan saw the molten iron in front of him, he knew that these people hadn't gone to sleep last night.

These people are working hard for Zhang Yuan now, and in the end, these efforts will definitely not be in vain, at least they have learned the skills from Zhang Yuan, and they will be able to live more comfortably in the workshop in the future.

Originally, to make steel, Zhang Yuan needed to constantly add iron ore powder to the crucible, but now he only needs wrought iron, and the process is much simplified, only need to constantly stir, constantly blow air, and constantly add charcoal and lime powder.

Watching the slag be discharged little by little, the molten iron turned from dark red to bright red, and when there was no residue discharged, Zhang Yuan still didn't let these people stop their movements, until Zhang Yuan looked at the molten iron in the crucible with the naked eye and felt that his eyes felt a tingling, and he felt that it was almost done.

"Drain the molten iron into the mold."

According to Zhang Yuan's instructions, the mold containing the molten iron was taken out and placed under the yellow mud channel.

There was not a lot of molten iron in this furnace, and the crucible was empty after filling seven molds.

The wait will always feel long, and Zhang Yuan can't judge whether he has succeeded based on these molten iron alone, and he still has to wait for the molten iron to cool down into a solid state and then distinguish it from the color of their fractures.

In the evening, Zhang Yuan carried a cloth bag and went directly out of the smelting workshop, returned to Zhuo's mansion, and threw the cloth bag on Zhuo Wangsun's chessboard very angrily.

"What the hell is this, you kid hasn't seen his temper rise in a few days."

Zhuo Wangsun was very dissatisfied with Zhang Yuan ruining his chess game.

"Master, you can talk about what it is."

It is basically impossible for those ten people to have Zhuo Wangsun's eyeliner, and even if there is, this time Zhang Yuan came back without even packing his bags after being confirmed, and he didn't believe that Zhuo Wangsun could know in advance.

"You kid, aren't you?"

"Master, you'd better take a look."

Zhuo Wangsun wanted to suppress his excitement, but his hands still couldn't stop trembling, and he opened the cloth bag and hugged the iron block.

The iron block had already been sawed out by Zhang Yuan, and Zhuo Wangsun could directly see the color that was close to pure white.

"Is this done?"

ps: Because of the new account, I can't see this book on the starting point app anymore, and there is a high probability that it will be cold, but for the sake of full-time scumbag writers, I will stick to it.