Chapter 37: Fifty Years of Slavery

Another furnace of molten iron turned into dross......

Yun Lang waited patiently for the dark red semi-solidified molten iron to be scraped out of the crucible little by little by the craftsmen and slaves.

He stirred the viscous molten iron with an iron rod and sighed: "If you stir for a long time, half a column of incense, the amount of iron powder added will be reduced by one point......

"Xiao Lang, Xiao Lao'er already knows what you want to do, but you can really make steel in this way?

Can you tell Xiao Lao'er the truth, the craftsmen here are all Zhuo's domestic slaves, and they are not afraid of leaking. ”

Yun Lang sighed and said: "It's not that I'm worried that you'll leak secrets, but if you say it, you won't understand, to put it simply, the reason why iron is iron, not steel, the biggest difference between the two is in the carbon."

We add mineral powder and then stir the molten iron, which is to burn the carbon in the molten iron, and at the same time, it can also make it easy to separate the slag from the molten iron, and finally directly through the calcined iron ore to finally get steel.

It's such a simple process, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult. ”

Liang Weng looked puzzled, he really didn't know what the carbon Bai Yunlang was talking about, and he couldn't help but look at the charcoal used as fuel with the rest of the craftsmen.

Yun Lang smiled bitterly, wiped the sweat on his face with a handkerchief, pointed to another furnace of molten iron that was about to be burned, and waved his hand: "Go on, remember what I just said, let's continue, I've seen someone use this method to get molten steel, others succeed, if it doesn't make sense, we won't ......"

Yun Lang's words gave the rest of the craftsmen a little confidence, and everyone agreed, lifted the lid of the furnace again, and repeated the last move, only this time, they stirred, but the stirring was more powerful, and they were more careful when adding mineral powder, Liang Weng broke through with an iron spoon and constantly swept away the scum that floated up one by one.

Yun Lang smelled the pungent sourness, suddenly had an idea, grabbed a handful of lime and threw it into the crucible, and said loudly: "The fire is increased, and the bellows take one breath!" ”

The flames in the furnace rose a foot high, the flames were bright white, and the hair on the face of Liang Weng, who was closest to him, immediately curled, and the sweat had just seeped out of his skin, and it was dried in an instant.

The rest of the craftsmen were no better, and even breathing in front of the stove became a luxury.

The hot air entered the lungs, and the internal organs were tormented as if they had been put on a steamer.

Yun Lang poured a scoop of cold water on his head and yelled, "It's almost done!" ”

Seeing that the molten iron changed from dark red to bright red, Liang Weng also shouted: "The molten iron is different from the past!" Blah, blow again! ”

The one-man tall bellows, pushed by four shirtless men, hissed from the air intake, and every time the bellows were pushed, the flames in the furnace rose high.

Seeing that the scum no longer appeared, Yun Lang hissed and roared: "Out of the oven!" ”

The bright red molten iron was poured into the poured sand mold, a furnace of molten iron, can only be filled with six sand molds, each sand mold is only one foot long, one inch wide, one inch deep, is a standard five-pound iron mold.

The molten iron was poured into the mold, and Yun Lang sat on the pile of sand, staring at the six molds that were slowly solidifying, and his heart was about to burst out of his throat.

He very much hopes that this time will succeed, today is the tenth day, at least a ton of molten iron has been discarded, and the charcoal used is even more incalculable.

If in the future life, such a waste of fart is not counted, and Yun Lang will not care if he comes ten times more.

But in this era of using iron as money, if you don't give Zhuo Ji an explanation, I'm afraid it won't be justified.

The craftsmen exhausted their strength and sat on the sand like Yun Lang and watched with their eyes open, and the few people who dragged the bellows were lying on the ground with their mouths open and panting like dead dogs.

Even so, their eyes were still fixed on the broken iron.

Yun Lang's nose was a little sour, and this kind of eyes like a puppy looking at food made him feel a lot.

A long time ago, when they were overcoming one difficulty after another, they also had such a look, but then it changed, everyone paid more attention to interpersonal relationships, and rarely cared about these things, and even if they did, they didn't have that kind of eagerness and excitement.

Liang Weng gulped down the water, but his hands trembled and he couldn't grasp the wooden scoop, and the water spilled all over the ground, falling on the sand in strings along his dark and dry chest, making a small sand pit.

"It must be successful!"

Yun Lang slammed his fist into the sand.

In the evening, Yun Lang took Liang Weng to Zhuo Ji's small courtyard with a package.

Ping Su was also there, drinking tea carelessly, Zhuo Meng stood under the porch with a knife, looking at Yun Lang and Liang Weng's necks with bad intentions.

Yun Lang entered the courtyard Zhuo Meng was not easy to stop, and was about to stretch out his hand to order Liang Weng to get out, but he was startled by Yun Lang's gloomy eyes.

"Get out of here!"

Yun Lang's eyes were extremely determined.

Zhuo Meng took a step forward, and the knife was drawn, when he heard Zhuo Ji's cold voice coming from the lobby.

"Let them in."

Yun Lang smiled slightly, looked back at Liang Weng and said, "Either you die, or you want to be free, you can choose for yourself later, I can only help you to this part." ”

Liang Weng, who was originally obscenely with his head bowed and his neck shrunk, raised his head, and the beard that was obedient in the past seemed to explode at this moment.

"Little Lao'er has been a slave for fifty years......" his voice choked up, and he couldn't say it anymore.

Yun Lang smiled: "Leave it for a while." ”

After speaking, he stepped into the lobby.

Picking up Pingsuo's new teapot, a long whale sucked water, and drank a pot of water without a trickle.

"It's still so unpleasant, the grass smell hasn't been removed, it's a failure!"

Pingsu smiled: "You are so angry today, it seems that you have succeeded?" I just don't know if it's worth the more than 2,000 catties of molten iron you wasted. ”

Yun Lang bared his white teeth and laughed, "I want more!" ”

Zhuo Ji lifted the veil to reveal an area as white as jade, and smiled slightly with red lips: "I am a businessman, and the businessman naturally wants to negotiate the price after looking at the goods." ”

Yun Lang smiled, looked at Zhuo Ji, who was as immobile as a mountain, and then looked at Pingsuo, who was shaking a feather fan and fucking Zhuge Liang, and said: "I hate you capitalists pretending to be like you the most, you are obviously curious and about to die, and you have to pretend that everything is under control." ”

Zhuo Ji's pretty face suddenly turned red, and as for Pingsuo, she smiled more lightly, and the wrinkles on her old face gathered together like a blooming chrysanthemum.

Yun Lang didn't continue, people after success can be arrogant, but they can't be endless.

The linen cloth was spread out, and a piece of swarthy iron lay on Zhuo Ji's low table.

"Let's look at the goods first, and then we'll talk about the price."

Zhuo Ji didn't understand iron, Pingsu came over and flicked the iron with his fingers nonchalantly, his face changed slightly, and he took out a small knife and struck it on the iron.

Bite......

Hearing this, Pinsu nodded at Zhuo Ji and sat back in his seat.

"Zhuomeng, use your knife to cut this piece of iron!"

Zhuo Meng immediately pulled out the long knife of Xue Liang, the long knife spun in half a circle in the air, and then slashed down heavily in Zhuo Meng's breath.

"Ding...... Another bang, only this time it was much louder.

Yun Lang looked at Ping Su and smiled: "What kind of bad habit, use a hundred refining knives to cut iron?"

What can this test out? It's crude iron, such a thick piece of iron, he can't cut it constantly. ”

"Steel knives cut iron, nobles test the only way to make good steel or good knives, it's really unreasonable, but everyone likes it, you just will."

The iron material was cut out by the long knife with a hole and a half deep, and as for the knife in Zhuo Meng's hand, it was already bent.

Zhuo Ji carefully checked the opening on the iron, nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, after all, two thousand catties of iron were not wasted."

Listen, from this day onwards, your monthly allowance will be the same as that of Pinggong, and in addition, you will have added to your courtyard two women, four men, and six servants, and a carriage, and a mule, and ten horses of brocade, and a hundred horses of linen, and fifty bundles of silk, and ten pounds of gold. ”

Yun Lang listened very carefully, and Ping Suo was also full of smiles and ready to congratulate Yun Lang, after all, such a thing as one step to the sky is not something that happens every year.

"Finished?"

Yun Lang opened his mouth and asked.

Zhuo Ji's face was a little dark, but she continued: "I'll give you another house in Yanglingyi." ”

Yun Lang shook his head and said, "My credit, the ones you gave before are enough, and they are even a little luxurious."

I asked them what reward you give! ”

Zhuo Ji was a little puzzled, I don't know what Yunlang means, could it be that house slaves also need generous gifts, in the past, wasn't it enough to give a few full meals and a few clothes?

Liang Weng knelt on his knees with a puff, kowtowed again and again, and said: "The old slave has nothing else to ask for, but the master can release the old slave." ”

"Presumptuous!"

It was not only Zhuo Ji who was drinking, Pingsu, and Zhuo Meng stopped drinking together, the momentum was amazing, and the temperature in the hall seemed to have dropped.

Liang Weng trembled, obviously terrified to the extreme, but in Yun Lang's expectant gaze, Liang Weng still raised the tear-stained old man and choked up: "The old slave has been a slave for fifty years......"

He couldn't say anything after he finished speaking, and the too much pain in his heart blocked his mouth, so that he couldn't say a word.

Pingsuo's face was pale, and he said word by word: "Don't you understand the truth of being a slave for one day and being a slave for life?" ”

Seeing that Liang Weng's kowtow forehead was bleeding, Yun Lang sighed slightly in his heart, and it seemed that Liang Weng chose to retreat.

"Since Nuwa created people, the good and the poor have been decided" Pingsuo saw that Liang Weng did not dare to speak, and prepared to take advantage ......of the victory to pursue.

"Not necessarily, right? Where is the former First Emperor today? In the past, the royal family was either killed and wiped out, or reduced to slavery, who said that Nuwa Niangniang gave the identity of a person to death after creating a person?

My Han Gaozu rose up, and the white snake endowed the wind from a small pavilion to a great cause, who said that the identity cannot be changed?

Even Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, just said, "He can take his place, and he will dominate the world for a lifetime, and when his reputation is powerful, even Gaozu must retreat by three points."

Who says identity is irreversible? ”

Zhuo Ji looked at Yun Lang suspiciously, and said puzzledly: "You like slaves?" ”

Yun Lang shook his head heavily: "I hate slaves, I hate them very much, I hate that they are submissive, I want to kick them when I see them, I hate that they look like people but live like cattle and horses."

I'm human, so I think that if I look the same as me, and say the same thing as me, it should be a human being, so I can't see a herd of animals in human skins, and if God really wants them to be animals, I shouldn't give them another human skin.

Of course, the main reason is that slaves, like animals, can only work passively, and if they want to do their work well and be proficient, this is impossible, and that is only human beings.

Next, all the things I want to do are things that can only be done well by people, you are all slaves here, I want them to have a group of real animals, at least, they have more strength! ”