The steel smelted by the Iron Smelting Village this time is indeed much better than the original earth and iron smelting. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info is such an iron fuss, or it is not as good as the ordinary iron fuss of later generations.

Yan Ming took a closer look at the furnace where the iron was refining. These stoves were originally modified by him on the basis of the earthen furnace, and now Lao Fan and others have perfected them.

Seeing these changes in the Iron Village, Yan Ming couldn't help but sigh that these people were indeed smart. I actually followed my own train of thought and began to grope for the way down.

He immediately made up his mind to let Lao Fan and Da Lao Chen arrange the follow-up work, and directly brought the two of them back to Hongyan Hall in Maolingyi.

"Half a year, you can study in Hongyan Hall for half a year with peace of mind. In the past six months, I have picked up things related to steel and handed them to you. Yan Ming swore an oath. What he lacks most now are people like Lao Fan and Da Lao Chen who know how to operate and have ideas for improvement.

Returning to Maolingyi with two people, Yan Ming did not explain the knowledge of iron smelting to them as soon as possible, but asked two middle-aged men to learn to read and write with Mr. Huang. And the requirements for them are particularly harsh. What they learn is time-sensitive.

For example, for literacy, Yan Ming requires two people to be able to roughly understand half of the books within a month. If you can't do it, you must be punished according to the rules of the army.

Da Lao Chen and Lao Fan thought that the rule in the army was to cut off their heads, and they were so scared that they studied day and night, and their literacy speed was a thousand miles a day.

The two middle-aged people studied so hard, but Yan Ming used it from time to time to motivate those newly enrolled students.

Today, students are divided into two main groups. One faction is led by a group of old children in Maoling, but Li Ling is the spokesperson of the children. And the other faction is naturally the children of the Chang'an Gongqing family led by Dou Wen. The two groups often fight openly and secretly.

Yan Ming wanted to take care of this matter several times, but Han Yan said that the children were stupid in their studies, and proper fighting was conducive to maintaining a strong fighting spirit.

"Mr. Yan, it's not good, it's not good, Li Ling and Dou Wen are competing on the podium on the playground! Go check it out! "Wang Xiaocuier is older and sensible.

Yan Ming was sitting in the office, and there were Mr.'s offices in several small buildings in Hongyan Hall. Sima Xiangru has always been proud to have an office of his own.

"Why?" Yan Ming frowned.

"There's no reason, it's just that they don't like each other!" Wang Xiaocuier said sneerly.

"Let's go!" Yan Ming didn't say much, got up and walked out.

On the playground, the children of the entire Hongyan Hall were standing there, divided into two factions, cheering for the two children on the stage.

Only a small number of people, none of the factions participated, and stood in the middle to watch the excitement.

Yan Ming also followed them, and Li Ling and Dou Wen who were standing in the middle stand competed.

Both children are from a family of military generals. The so-called deep family education will be a few times. It's hard to distinguish between them on stage, and some of the tricks in the middle are quite good-looking.

"Chengxin, what do you think of these two children?" Yan Ming asked the inseparable Chengxin Dao.

"Flower fist embroidered legs, they should have learned a little bit of fur, and they haven't reached the point where they can hurt people with kung fu." Chengxin smiled.

Yan Ming also nodded and looked at the podium.

Although Li Ling was a little smaller and shorter than Dou Wen, he was flexible, and in a flash, he somehow kicked Dou Wen down.

"Whew-"

In the audience, the group of people belonging to Li Ling applauded. The child on the other side had a miserable and lackluster face.

"Shut up!"

Looking at those students who won the arrogant and domineering way, Yan Ming became angry.

This group of gentlemen did not study well in Chang'an City, and only a few days after they arrived in Hongyan Hall, they began to gang up. For this kind of thing, Yan Ming has never tolerated it.

"On the stage, it's your father-in-law's leader, right?" Yan Ming stepped onto the podium and asked loudly.

Offstage, the children didn't dare to make a sound, and when they looked at Yan Ming, they would think of Yan Ming's hand-beating.

"Tell me, yes or no?" Yan Ming roared.

"Yes!" Finally, someone in the audience whispered, and Yan Ming said.

"Since it is the leader you elected, will you let your leader stand on the stage and solve the problem by himself, and stand idly by and stay out of the matter?" Yan Ming shouted.

Chengxin on one side was stupid, this Hou Ye said this, obviously not a persuasion, but seemed to hope that the children of both sides would get involved, and it would be right to change from a single fight to a group fight.

Offstage, no one dared to make a sound. Yan Ming reprimanded, but didn't say more.

He knows that children are like that, energetic. I've done it myself. It's better to intercept this matter than to channel.

"Gotta get them to play some confrontational games just fine." Yan Ming wanted to drain their energy and divert their attention through exercise.

"Football!" In his mind, the word football came to mind.

Football can be fascinating in later generations. In the face of the stinky feet of the national football team, there are still countless football fans who are waving their flags and shouting for them.

"Yes, football. Let them not only have a reasonable confrontation, but also exercise the unity and cooperation ability of this group of children. Yan Ming wasn't worried that they would fight hatred if they were divided into two factions.

The children's noise is a good memory when they grow up.

It's just that football isn't easy to do. Under the current conditions, it is difficult to create football in the future. But Yan Ming thought of a way to make a football.

He thought of the pig's bladder.

I remember when I was a child, when I killed pigs at home, my mother always had to take out the pig's bladder alone and make a ball for Yan Ming to kick.

Now Yan Ming also wants to use the pig's bladder to make footballs.

It just so happened that the hunters of Maoling-eup killed a wild boar and had just dragged it back.

Needless to say, Yan Ming naturally took over the bladder and pig skin of the wild boar.

It is even more difficult to make a balloon that is almost the same as the one in the afterlife. Yan Mingsi thought about it and chose a compromise method.

He first filled the pig's bladder with air, and then filled it with soft dead grass. In this way, the pig's bladder becomes a giant ball.

It's just that the ball is not filled with gas, but with gas and weeds.

Two layers of wild boar skin were glued to the outside of the bladder, and a rudimentary soccer ball was made.

Yan Ming tried to kick it, although it was far from the football of later generations, but after all, this thing can still be used for entertainment.

"Little cubs, keep your energy up and gang up. Let's play football. Perhaps, with hard work, some football leaders can be cultivated! Yan Ming thought wildly.

When he walked into the campus with a homemade football, it immediately attracted the attention of many people. Even those teachers and gentlemen also noticed the ball in Yan Ming's hand.

"Li Ling, Dou Wen, choose ten of your people, count the two of you as a total of eleven people. Let's play a game of football. In the future, whenever you have a dispute, you will use football to solve the problem. Yan Ming said, taking out the ugly ball.

(I think of my teenage years, energetic and active.) Now, the dead house is dead! Ask for Votes!! )