Lao Qian waved his hand again and again, "I can't afford to be a master, please move here, the national teacher" said that Lao Qian led the way and led the hawker to a courtyard further behind the blacksmith's workshop.

There were actually a few soldiers standing guard at the door here, and when they saw a few hawkers, they bowed and saluted, and after Lao Qian pushed the door in, the hawkers saw a few people busy around a model.

Old Qian clapped his hands, "Let's take a break, you see who I brought"

A few heads around the model did not raise their heads, "Old money, if you have nothing to do, get out of here, don't delay our work"

"Hey, Lao Zhao, just your two brushes and say that I delay your work, don't you want to make a face, you won't call me if you can't figure it out"

Lao Qian, who was called Lao Zhao, squatted on the ground and looked at the model in front of him with a frown, and did not forget to talk to Lao Qian, "Then why can't you handle this thing?" “

Old Qian laughed, "Then at least I found someone who can handle it."

"Blow it, you, I want to see who else in this Datang can solve this matter" Then Lao Zhao stood up and twisted his face to see Duan Lun and the hawker standing behind Lao Qian.

Wow a strange scream in his mouth, "National Teacher, you actually invited the National Teacher" Lao Zhao's strange scream also woke up several other people, and everyone paid attention to the three hawkers, and they all hurried over to salute.

After the salute, Lao Zhao didn't give the hawker a chance to speak, "National teacher, you are here, come and help us see, how to get this big iron tube, you don't know, since the last time you handed over the drawings to Li Jing and Lord Li, and then Lord Li directly gave us the drawings, saying let us produce this thing according to the drawings, but after so long, we haven't figured out the way at all." It just so happens that you're here today. Tell us how to fix this."

Hawker Khan, it seems that the drawing he drew was too rudimentary. Otherwise, a simple big iron cannon would not make it difficult for such a group of craftsmen in the Tang Dynasty who could win the Luban Prize for so long.

Since it was a problem that I made myself, it was better to solve it by myself, and followed the footsteps of a few people to the model they made, and the vendor looked at it carefully.

The model is very realistic, similar to General Shenwei, the only problem is that the pipe wall made by these people is too thin, and the pipe wall is as thick as a finger, which is estimated to be the problem they encountered.

In the ancient material industry, such a thick pipe wall was made even if it was made to be rear-loading guns. It is estimated that it must be hurting oneself and not others, but now that it is okay, with the five million catties of modern steel that I brought, it will be okay to do it again.

Knowing the problem and the materials are there, then it will be easy to solve the problem" You guys, use the steel from the outside to make it from scratch, and then see the effect, right. What model are you using now? ”

Lao Zhao answered the hawker's question "mud mold"

The peddler shook his head, "That's not good, it's too slow, you do this, go back and make some iron molds." I'll check it for you, wait a minute," said the vendor, pulling out his phone and going online to see how the ancient iron mold cannon was made.

Lao Zhao, Lao Qian and Duan Lun looked at the mobile phone in the vendor's hand. Damn, the children of the gods are different. Other Taoist priests' magic weapons are nothing more than a compass or a soul-attracting bell, and no matter how much it is, it is a peachwood sword. Look at this, what the is this?

After taking out the mobile phone, the hawker's egg hurts, I used to read other people's novels, and the cannon is either a clay mold or an iron mold, and the hawker has also seen someone go to the countryside to cast pots and bowls with cans, but, but what does Nima's white iron and gray iron mean? What are the meanings of the iron mold casting cannon center line is easy to deviate?

Other traversers don't seem to have mentioned this problem when they do cannons, why is it so troublesome for themselves? It's not a cheat.

The bored hawker continued the cigarette, swiped down the page, and didn't find what he wanted, what should I do, the big words have been blown out, it doesn't matter if I can't get a good way to lose my face, I'm a little sorry to lose the face of the gods.

Looking at the anxiously waiting Lao Zhao and Lao Qian, the hawker was ruthless,, don't play with the cast gun, go directly to the machine, anyway, Li Er has little demand for the gun, and he has brought him so much steel now, the big deal is to melt it all into iron rods, and make a few lathes and drilling machines by himself, let's play big, and directly cross the front and play the back!

Putting the phone in his pocket, the hawker calmed down his irritable mood and arched his hand to the two, "Then don't worry, you two of you, I think of a better way, wait for me to go back and finish something, and then tell you how to get it when the time comes"

Lao Zhao and Lao Qian were full of expectations, thinking that this matter could be solved on the spot by the hawkers, but they didn't expect to have to wait for a while, and they suddenly felt a little lost.

When the hawker saw the expressions of the two of them, he looked like an old farmer who asked the chengguan about the tricycle to be impounded, and he knew that he had to hurry up and give this matter to someone, after all, although we are the head of the chengguan, there is still no one in this heart.

"The two masters, please wait for a while, because some machines are not available in a while, so please spend the New Year with peace of mind, and I promise to bring something refreshing to the two of you after the year."

Lao Zhao and Lao Qian were also helpless, after all, they were national teachers, and their identities were there, so they couldn't rush too much, and bent over to salute the hawkers, "but according to the orders of the national teacher"

Well, the peddler nodded, what's wrong with him, how do you keep taking care of yourself lately, depressed, Niu Ye is not high, thinking about going back to buy a bunch of lathes or something, I don't know what the price of that thing is, I heard that the imported ones are quite expensive, then forget it, buy some second-hand domestic ones and let people practice first!

The frustrated vendor waved his hand and prepared to withdraw, and suddenly remembered that when he came to the time to do machining, the steel specifications he brought were a little fine, and he told the two of them at the time of leaving, "If you are idle, melt the steel in the outer courtyard into such a thick, about such a long iron rod, get a hundred and ten first, and then we can start drying directly."

The two craftsmen agreed, and the hawker turned to leave, Duan Lun sent the hawker to the entrance of the Ministry of Industry, "The matter of making a big tube, thank you for the great help of the national teacher, in fact, the national teacher does not have to bother so much, after all, this is my Ministry of Industry's business, but since the national teacher has agreed, I hope that the national teacher will hurry up, Your Majesty has been urging this matter"

The hawker nodded and said that he knew, "Thank you Brother Duan for reminding me, in fact, this matter is also for our Daomen, Brother Duan also knows my intention, it is to carry forward the Daomen, and the cannon is not only to help Your Majesty, but also to help myself, once the cannon is made, it will definitely shock the world, and who will dare to underestimate my Daomen when the time comes."

Duan Lun arched his hand towards the hawker, "The national teacher has the world in his heart, Lun is not as good, ashamed and ashamed"

The peddler waved his hand senselessly, he was really just a junior high school graduate who set up a stall, if it wasn't for saving his life, who would want to worry about you bullshit every day!

No, my brother is not high, my brother has to find someone to be angry, and when he got home, he called out a phone call, "Lao Huang, where did you die?" (To be continued.) )