Lao Tie stood in front of the blazing furnace with bare arms and only calf nose pants, watching the iron in the furnace melt into molten iron, and his sweaty face was full of surprise.

"Childe, it really works." His throat was dry, his voice was hoarse, and he said to Zhang Ning, who was standing next to him, almost soaked in purple clothes, like he had been fished out of the water.

It's too hot. The Jinpa that Zhang Ning carried with him wrung the water again and again, wiped the sweat again and again, and missed the air conditioner in his previous life. It would be very cool if electricity and air conditioning could be invented more than 500 years in advance.

Lao Tie's voice shook Zhang Ning's eardrums, and he had to gather his thoughts and said: "What is it to melt into molten iron, it has to flow into the mold, form, and cool before it can be considered successful." ”

After Lao Tie bought the coke, the temperature of the furnace went up, but he couldn't hammer out the shape on the drawing. The three-hundred-pound man was so anxious that he was about to cry.

This is a part of a textile machine, not an agricultural product such as a shovel, and it is normal that it cannot be hammered out by hand. Zhang Ning comforted him a few words, designed a mold, experimented for four or five days, and finally succeeded.

Yes, just see the hope of success.

Lao Tie wiped a handful of sweat or tears on his face, and said, "Childe is right." "But you must succeed, as long as it can be done, he is willing to eat fasting and chant Buddha from now on.

Zhang Ning knew that he had moved his mind to believe in Buddhism, and said calmly: "If it doesn't work, it's my fault, the mold is not done, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

He has no experience in making molds, but he has seen the practice of molds in an article when he read miscellaneous books in his previous life.

"Childe......" Lao Tie was so moved that he almost cried, and said, "You don't have to suffer for the little one." ”

"I'll tell you the truth." Zhang Ning said, his eyes unblinking, watching the molten iron flow to the mold, slowly flowing full.

Childe is really good, my life will be sold to Childe in the future. Lao Tie only looked at Zhang Ning's eyes with gratitude and loyalty, and was bent on how to repay him with his life in the future, when he suddenly heard Zhang Ning say: "It's done." ”

There is a thick steel plate between the molten iron and the mold, the mold is full, press a switch, the iron plate moves, blocking the molten iron. Under the mold is well water, and after cold cutting, it is the parts to be made.

Coming out of the workshop, Zhang Ning first asked Ren Gao to fetch water, took a shower, and changed into the clean clothes he brought. Only then did I look at the freshly baked products, re-measure them, and make sure that the shape and size were correct, and then I said to the old railway, which seemed to have been reborn: "You can produce two hundred iron bars like this." ”

"Hey." Lao Tie Xingxing responded. Isn't it just two hundred? It's too easy. If it's all that easy, what else would a blacksmith do? Lao Tie is full of pride, himself, no, Childe This is a precedent for creating a blacksmith.

What are you so happy to do? Zhang Ning rolled his eyes and said, "Bring the drawings." ”

The old iron fart ran around, and after a while, he brought all the drawings and said happily: "Childe! ”

Do you have to do it all? In the future, I will ask the apprentice to keep it, and I can make a lot of things without much effort.

Zhang Ning said again: "Paper, pen, grinding ink." ”

Yes, you can do whatever you want. Lao Tie personally ran into the house and turned out the pen and paper, Lao Tie, as the shopkeeper of the iron mill, knows a few words, how many agricultural products are produced every day, and needs to keep accounts.

After the ink was polished, Zhang Ning picked up the pen, flipped through the drawings, ticked them off, and then pulled out the ticked drawings and handed them to him: "These are also two hundred pieces." ”

"What?" Lao Tie was dumbfounded. Is there such a convenient and quick way, but do you still need to use stupid kung fu?

Zhang Ning said: "You think it's easy to design a mold? These parts are not complicated, you can just size them. ”

If you want me to make a mold for you, you have to have a shape that can't be hammered at all.

"Childe ......," the old iron sneered. I was really too excited, thinking that in the future, as long as the iron was melted into molten iron and then flowed into the mold, I didn't expect Childe not to agree.

"The mold design is very laborious, and the production is even more laborious. Childe, I can't do so much, you have to be considerate. Zhang Ning patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Childe, the small ones are big and coarse, I don't know a lot of things, you have a lot of adults, don't blame the small ones." Lao Tie was the shopkeeper of the iron mill in the end, and he immediately reacted that he had put the cart before the horse just now.

"You're also for the workshop. As long as 200 looms were made, the workshop benefited a lot. Childe, I'm in charge of giving you a red. ”

One ingredient red! How much silver does that have to be? Lao Tie's eyes were red, and he was stimulated by silver.

He had seen the drawings, how much iron did it take to make a stack of drawings as thick as a textile machine, and how much effort did it take? Such a machine sells for a lot of silver, right? In this business, the workshop has to make a lot of money, right? The dividend of one percent is enough for him to buy a small yard for his son and marry a daughter-in-law, right?

He was so excited that his face was red, Zhang Ning held the unchecked drawings in one hand and the parts in the other, and went out to get in the car and left.

After getting into the carriage, Zhang Ning took off the jade pendant on his waist. If you can succeed this time, the good luck brought by the jade pendant is not unimportant. A few days ago, he was on duty in the palace, and he couldn't get out, Lao Tie tried countless times, but it was a failure, and none of them succeeded. He came over with a jade pendant, and he succeeded in one time.

In fact, the process of operation has not changed, and the people who operate have not changed. He just stood there with a jade pendant and didn't do anything.

Putting the jade pendant in his sleeve pocket, Zhang Ning had a headache. He can't just stay there, can he? You can't give the jade pendant to Lao Tie, and you can't even say that the jade pendant can bless good luck, otherwise this thing will be robbed.

It's being robbed. Good luck, who doesn't want it?

So the question is, does Lao Tie without Yu Pei still repeat failures again and again, and even has no possibility of success?

The more Zhang Ning thought about it, the more headache he felt. He rubbed the corners of his forehead for a while, his heart was horizontal, no matter what, if he kept failing, he could only find the reason from reality, if he could succeed, it was just a matter of how much success rate there was, it was normal. The role of the jade pendant is probably to increase the success rate.

The carriage stopped suddenly, and there were people crying outside, some people driving away, and there was a lot of commotion.

Zhang Ning lifted the curtain and took a look, only to see a lot of unkempt and ragged people coming to the east, men, women and children, children crying, women screaming, and there was a mess. The road to the capital was avoided, and some people made a noise to drive these people away.

"What's going on?" He asked.

Ren Gao said: "The victims of Gu'an have fled to the capital. ”

Disaster victims in Gu'an? Didn't the emperor order Gu'an County to open grain for disaster relief? Could it be that the county security has not opened a warehouse, and the imperial court has not allocated grain? Zhang Ning was full of doubts and said, "Doesn't anyone care?" ”

"The little one is going to inquire." Ren Gao said and dismounted.

I can't get through it to the east, so I can only take a detour. Zhang Ning said: "Let's go back to the house first." ”

Brother Gao turned around in a car and went around for a long time before returning to Anxiangbo's Mansion. Along the way, I met four or five groups of victims, everyone had yellow faces and thin muscles, ragged clothes, and adults made children cry, which was very miserable.