Chapter Fifty-Six: Cultivation in the World

The interaction between people is very distinctive, some people get along like strangers all their lives, and some people can make a promise of life and death just by meeting each other.

Tie Xinyuan doesn't believe in the promise of life and death, and the sky in the future is full of haze, so people's hearts have become much dirtier.

Even if we show all our sincerity, in exchange for a fatal injury, the wound is too deep, so that after the Sansheng Stone, after drinking Meng Po soup, we will still remember it firmly.

Sometimes Tie Xinyuan wonders, will those people in the future be a group of people who have been hurt? Otherwise, they would not have wrapped themselves in a sturdy shell, just like the current chain mail, invulnerable and capable of counterattacking.

The iron wire is squeezed out by a lot of force, which is very difficult, Tie Xinyuan can't find a suitable material, but fortunately, Xiao'er doesn't need a lot of iron wire at one time, so he can cast a cold fan, as long as this thing is strong enough.

Then dig a hole on the top of the cold fan, drill and place the small 100 steel quenching on it, and finally use the wooden wedge method to squeeze the iron that is about to be burned in the cold fan from the round hole of the 100 steel block, and the iron wire is completed.

I thought that I would invent tools such as hand pliers, but Xiaoxiao used a few small columns and a small hammer to complete the transformation of iron wire into chain mail parts, and the efficiency seemed to be much higher than that of hand pliers.

Xiao'er weaved a piece of chain mail in a short time, burned it red, put it in water to quench it, and after fishing it out, he casually cut it twice with a knife, and then threw it aside, or threw it into the garbage heap.

Tie Xinyuan picked up the piece of chain mail and poked it with his own knife more than a dozen times, but it didn't hurt the chain mail, so he looked at Xiao'er with some puzzlement.

The troubled little boy lying on the table with his hands on his cheeks said lazily: "This thing doesn't work, the buckle is not elastic, wear this thing to the battlefield, and it will be finished with a hammer." ”

"Is it fashionable to use a hammer on the battlefield now? Shouldn't it be something like a spear or a broadsword? ”

Xiao'er was obviously sneering at Tie Xinyuan's question, and she didn't even have the intention of answering such an idiotic question, burying her head in her two arms and pretending to snore.

Yang Huaiyu, who had just run back from the abandoned garden, laughed when he heard this: "Spears and broadswords are the standard weapons in my Great Song Army, mainly because this kind of weapon is relatively cheap, low in cost, and can be equipped in the army on a large scale."

As for the foreign warriors, because they could not make too fine weapons, the long knives and spears they made were very soft, and they could not do any damage to our armor, plus they had great strength and had war horses to carry these blades, so their blades were known for being rough and heavy.

There are mainly flails, long axes, heavy hammers, and maces, which achieve the purpose of reducing ten with one force.

Nowadays, there are many such blades in my Great Song Army, such as the family heirloom blades of the Huyan family are iron whips and iron shovels, and the dragon stick used by Taizu is also this kind of blade.

My Yang family has been in the army for generations, and they are good at horse warfare, so the most used is the horse lance, but it is a pity that it takes at least three years to make a horse lance, so it is not suitable for large-scale application. ”

Xiao'er poked her head out of the crook of her arm and looked at Tie Xinyuan and said: "If the armor is not elastic, it can't eliminate part of the force of the enemy's smashing, if anyone wears such armor, although there is no danger of being cut, but it will be smashed by someone's heavy blade, which is more terrible than having external injuries, so this thing can't be done." ”

Professionals should do what professionals should do, so Tie Xinyuan immediately shut his mouth, although he had countless experiences to tell Xiao'er, he found that those experiences were built on the basis of the large-scale use of mechanical power.

With just one pair of hands, Tie Xinyuan felt like an idiot when it came to making armor.

The biggest reason why the skilled craftsmen of ancient times have gone down in history is that they were able to create miracles with their own hands.

There are many miracles that cannot be compared even when the mechanical power prevails in later generations.

However, Tie Xinyuan knew that Xiao'er already had a way, otherwise he would not have sarcastically mocked himself so arrogantly.

Ever since Xiao'er's plan to drag Tie Xinyuan to study the art of doing it together fell through, he basically didn't have a good face for Tie Xinyuan.

Just because Tie Xinyuan said that the technique of the Great Song Dynasty is just a monkey's skill of playing with mud.

These words made Xiao Xiao'er furious for a long time, and he couldn't tolerate that his family's secret skills that had been studied for several generations were so despised by others.

He is stupid, and he can't say that Tie Xinyuan will have a lot of truths that are right and wrong, these truths are all wise sayings, but once they are implemented, none of them can work.

This made him completely fall into a cycle of thoughts, and after being puzzled, he could only sadly tell Tie Xinyuan that if his father was still alive, he would definitely be able to unlock the secret, and even spit out a mouthful of old phlegm on Tie Xinyuan's face and scolded him for talking nonsense.

The truth is basically nonsense until it is proven, so the madman and the paranoid are the closest people to the truth.

If the little father could not be familiar with the various arithmetic scriptures that have been handed down in China since ancient times, he did not know Euclid, he did not know Archimedes, and he did not know that Pythagoras would not have been able to judge whether the awkward words spoken by Tie Xinyuan were correct.

Later generations were not more developed than the Great Song Dynasty because they were more intelligent, but because later generations were more able to summarize and organize, so there were endless inventions.

Tie Xinyuan didn't have time to study arithmetic formulas with Xiao'er and Yang Huaiyu, and he was not in the mood to study how the armor was made with them, so he finally didn't have to go to school tomorrow, and had to accompany his mother to the farm outside the city to find suitable vegetables for making dried vegetables and pickled vegetables, winter was coming soon, and if he didn't look for it, there would be no vegetables in the store for those diners.

In the early morning, in the sparse woods of the outskirts, two porters were driving a few donkeys to the city to carry charcoal.

A country road leads in the direction of the city, lined with farmhouses and filled with fields and willows.

At this time, the countryside is still lush, but it is not crops that are planted here, but vegetables.

There are millions of people in the city of Tokyo, and the demand for food is very terrifying, and generally speaking, food can be transported from distant places, such as the Bianhe River and canals, which can naturally ensure that Tokyo people always have food to eat.

There is no way to supply vegetables, but to supply them from nearby farms. That's why the farms around Tokyo grow vegetables.

There are about forty or fifty kinds of spinach, carrots, white radish, mustard greens, rape, lettuce and leeks, from burdock to chaff.

Anyway, Tie Xinyuan knows that there are many celebrities who have grown vegetables, such as Luda, who killed the town of Guanxi, who planted vegetables in Xiangguo Temple, and Zhang Qing, whose wife likes to make human meat buns, grows vegetables in Guangming Temple.

Don't think that these people are in trouble, in fact, growing vegetables in Tokyo is a lucrative industry, melons, fruits, vegetables and vegetables are just on the market, the price is a few points more expensive than meat, if it is vegetables from the fire pond house, it is sky-high.

So, in the city of Tokyo, if you see a stupid scholar with a wilted gardenia in his ear in the middle of winter, don't think of him as a fool, but as a high-roller with an unusual status.

That wilted gardenia is definitely worth a lot of money......

Tie Xinyuan's family had an accident, and there didn't seem to be anyone delivering food to the store recently, so his mother took Tie Xinyuan to the countryside to see if he could change another vegetable supplier.

What is the reason Wang Rouhua knows, her sister is really unwilling to stop, she was like this when she was a child, she always liked to play a little smart, but she didn't expect to be like this when she grew up.

Wang Rouhua clearly knew that the power of the Wang family was not big enough to order all vegetable vendors not to supply vegetables to the store, and the reason why it would succeed this time was because the Wang family happened to be familiar with this family that supplied vegetables and vegetables.

Since he didn't go to her to settle accounts with him last time he ruined his reputation, there is no need to settle accounts with her this time.

Wang Rouhua wanted to find a vegetable vendor again and re-discuss the price, it was already late autumn, and the quantity of pickled vegetables was very large.

Seeing the vegetable seller Zhang Qing found by the Chinese people, Tie Xinyuan's scalp was a little numb, he knew that this person was just the same name as Zhang Qing in "Water Margin", but he still wanted to see what this person's wife looked like.

"Tie family, you want a lot of green garlic and winter onions, it's not me Zhang Qing who boasts about Haikou, and I am the only one in Xiaowangzhuang who can supply your store with green garlic and winter onions in such a large amount."

This fellow, who looked more like a robber than a farmer, stood on the ground, and when he saw the iron family's carriage coming from a distance, he shouted in a loud voice.

The farmers who were tending to vegetables in the fields stood up one after another, and looked at Zhang Qing with envy, the Seventh Brother Soup Cake Shop naturally can't be on the table in the city, but for these farmers who grow vegetables, it can be called thunder.

Without him, it is because the store consumes an astonishing amount of green garlic and winter onions every day. Zhang Qingjia can be regarded as having found a good buyer.

Zhang Qing said well, there is a big piece of green garlic next to him, because the weather is gradually getting colder, the original light green garlic has now grown into a heavy green color, and there are still patches of frost flowers hanging on the long leaf veins.

Wang Rouhua pulled a green garlic leaf, chewed it gently, and then said with a smile: "Brother Zhang grows a good dish." ”