Jiulitai Village, where more than half of the people had been evacuated, was much quieter, except for the sound of "jingling, dingdong" from the iron-striking stove at the east end of Zhuangzi.

Blacksmith Yang Laoshi is a craftsman, forty years old this year, his wife Yang Huang, three sons and two daughters at home, and two adult sons, Kong Wuli, are already his good helpers.

The Yang family is known for their ancestral blacksmithing skills, and his family is often requisitioned by the government to serve in labor, and their ancestors have been doing so for generations.

Of course, the most served place is the army, where blacksmiths are indispensable for repairing armor, crafting weapons, and even building arquebuses.

The most disgusting practice of the Ming Dynasty, and the national policy of self-defeat, is to press the craftsmen uncontrollably, which is the cradle of industrial workers, and the craftsmen of the Ming Dynasty are still the crafts passed down from generation to generation, and there are so many craftsmen with the technology of pressing the bottom of the box.

In the eyes of most officials and masters of the Ming Dynasty, there is no country, no common people, and no hard-working craftsmen.

Deduction and squeezing coupled with corruption, many products that were originally leading the world in technology were erased by the defective products of the Ming Dynasty, and finally led to the hot weapons not being able to dry the cold weapons.

Today, Yang Lao's hard work is different from the past, because he feels that he is looked down upon by young people, and his heart is not happy, he wants to repair the nine sets of fine iron armor in his hand like new armor, and let the eldest son of the Huang family see how his family's ancestral craftsmanship is?

Of course, many of the armor captured by Huang Han was already torn, and it must have been repaired before it could be used to equip the family, and the only blacksmith family in the village was the best choice.

After Yang Laoshi looked at the iron armor sent by Huang Han with a few family members, he estimated the working hours and the iron materials needed to quote Huang Han the price of twelve taels of silver.

He told Huang Han that he often built armor in Xue Town, and he made a lot of bird guns, and he was able to do these tinkering jobs.

Who knew that Huang Han laughed and joked: "It turns out that those bird guns that don't know when they will explode and most border veterans dare not use them are made by you!" You have to work hard to help us repair the iron armor, this is all for the brothers in our village to equip to save their lives, and their lives are at stake! ”

Yang honestly said that he often built firearms for Xue Zhen to show off his skills, but who knew that the Ming Dynasty made bird guns were spurned in the army, and only stupid recruits dared to shoot according to the ration.

He was so ashamed that his face was flushed, and he stammered: "It's no wonder that the bird gun is blown up, Shangguan should give twenty catties of Sugang and may not be enough for ten catties in the end, let's also eat, and in the end, it will not be more than eight catties, so it is strange that such goods are not fried." ”

How can the disadvantages of the Ming Dynasty be understood in a few words, Huang Han decided not to quarrel with honest people, and said:

"Let's not talk about this today, I'll give you fifteen taels of silver, can you repair these armors with real materials?"

Yang honestly said in surprise: "My twelve taels quotation is to prepare to use real materials, I know the weight, how can I cut corners to build armor for my family?" ”

"It's okay, I'll give it according to fifteen taels, and I hope that your craftsmanship is worthy of being passed down for eighteen generations, hahaha......"

Huang Han laughed and walked out of Yang Laoshi's blacksmith shop, and Yang Laoshi followed behind and corrected: "Since the time of beating Meng Yuan, my family's ironmaking skills have been passed down for twenty-one generations. ”

In the blink of an eye, it was already the tenth day of the lunar month, and on the night of the cold winter, the north wind was howling, and the largest room of the Huangyizhou family in Jiulitai Village was full of people, and there were nearly 100 young men and women sitting.

This is a large makeshift classroom, and a few large candles are lit every night. An hour a day to learn about culture, where all the families spend.

Since Huang Han not only taught everyone to read and count, but also told many vivid stories, the young people in the entire Zhuangzi who had not yet gone up the mountain to hide in the shelter came to listen to the lecture.

A sheep and a flock of sheep are driven, Huang Han not only does not refuse young people who come from outside to skip classes, but also encourages them to be serious about literacy, if it is time to write silently, everyone will get twenty yuan of the lottery.

Huang Han did not start his enlightenment from the three-character classic like Mr. Private School, he was a pragmatist, and in the first class, he excerpted a sentence from the prodigy poem "There will be no seeds, and men should be self-reliant".

The next step is to carry out nationalist education, tell the story of Yue Wumu beating the Jurchens, and the literacy class will start with Yue Fei's poem "Man Jianghong, angry hair rushing to the crown" while the iron is hot.

Huang Han's small class has grown from less than 20 students at the beginning to nearly 100 people, and the young people of Jiulitai are already looking forward to this precious study time every night.

Gradually, the eyes of the enlightened young people are no longer empty, they know their own nation, their motherland, and the sages and national heroes of the Han nation.

Of course, there is also a subtle and subtle injection into the hearts of these teenagers, that is, the recognition of Huang Han, as time goes by, this kind of thinking will become a habit, and they will rely on Huang Han and blindly obey him.

The trust that flows from the bones is a great strength, and Huang Han will not let down these villagers, "There will be no seeds, and men should be self-reliant." "It's not a slogan, it's something you can see and touch.

If you have a good training, you may not be able to be a strong beam in the future! As long as these start-up horses can survive, there is a chance that they will become generals, and it is unknown whether they will be crowned princes and marquis in the end.

Huang Yizhou really couldn't imagine that his son, who hadn't seen him for three or four years, was so knowledgeable, and even he liked to come to the classroom to listen to his son tell stories and tell allusions.

He asked his son many times which erudite Confucian scholar he had with in the army, was he a civil official from the two lists?

No way, Huang Han can only make up stories, he told his father that he often reads history books with a few Xiucai Xianggong who are staff members in the General Military Mansion, so he has a little bit of a half-understood culture.

Of course, the people who can get middle school students are scholars, and they are also respected in the four towns and eight regions, there are not many such people, at least there has not been one in Jiulitai Village in a hundred years.

His son was able to get the guidance of a few talented people, and Huang Yizhou suddenly felt honored.

He no longer doubts his son's growth in learning, after all, there is Yan Ruyu in the book, Xiucai can know the world without going out, and other mythological words of the reader have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

At this time, there are too many uncertainties, even if Huang Han remembers the manufacturing methods of many things, he doesn't dare to open the golden finger to make them, in case these new technologies and new products are captured by the Houjin Army, wouldn't it be possible to climb the technology tree for the enemy?

Huang Han just bought some spirits to distill through the local method, and after repeating it several times, although the alcohol obtained was not as pure as the alcohol of later generations, the disinfection effect used to wash wounds must be a leap in this era.

Distilled liquor was called shochu in the Ming Dynasty, and it appeared widely among the people at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, but the alcohol content was not very high, and it may be that the number of distillations was not much.

Huang Han knows that alcohol will also volatilize at room temperature, the boiling point temperature is less than 80 degrees, and when distilling the soju he bought, he has a good grasp of the heat, as long as it is lower than 100 degrees, to avoid water boiling and producing a large amount of water vapor, it is not difficult to get earth alcohol with an alcohol content greater than 80.

People-oriented, every family member is the seed of the general, we must love them as much as possible to avoid war damage, whether the battlefield treatment is timely and effective, whether we can snatch back the robes facing death from the Lord of Yama.

The mortality rate of the wounded in this era was extremely high, and the greatest threat was death from bacterial infection.

In the era without penicillin, wound disinfection was the only way to control infection. In the later period, the scientific management of the wounded and sick and the reduction of the secondary source of infection will make it very possible to survive with the tolerance of people in this era.