Chapter 6 Building
"Why is this hammer so big?" Yang Heng looked at the hammer in front of him and began to dizzy, as if he had never used such a big hammer in his memory.
"What are you doing, you, don't go and get your hammer, remember, you have both." Dad held a small hammer, an iron tong, and some iron pieces in his hand and shouted at Yang Heng.
Oh, it turned out that the big hammer was not his own, but it was okay, and then he turned an obstacle and found the hammer he was using, which were two identical hammers, a swarthy hammer with a wooden stick handle nearly a meter long.
"Hey," Yang Heng bent down to pick up the hammer, "Oops." Yang Heng secretly exclaimed, he actually used a small amount of strength, obviously looking at this hammer is somewhat similar to the kind of large hammer of more than 20 catties in later generations, but the color is a little darker, but he didn't even pick it up.
However, immediately in his mind appeared about the origin of these two hammers, it is said that these hammers are the ancestors of the unknown age with meteorites from the sky to build two hammers, after the hammer was built, he could not find a suitable wooden handle, after a few years, he found a small tree in a certain island country, that is, this small tree was used to make two hammers, and since then, there are no more such trees. It's a magical story, it's the same as a myth, but this hammer is real, the huge hammer I saw before was made by my father himself, and these two hammers can only be used by Yang Heng after he is eight years old, and when he is ten years old, he can use them with both hands and one hand, and the strength of his father and mother is smaller than Yang Heng, and he can only carry the two hammers.
"Hey." As soon as Yang Heng bent down, he puffed up, and the two iron hammers were firmly grasped in his hands, but with such a heavy hammer, Yang Heng could swing more than a thousand times with each hand.
"Boy, why did you just come in, Dad has been waiting for you for a long time, you see, you haven't even put on armor, hurry up." At this time, Yang Heng found out that the father and mother were wearing an apron that I don't know what kind of animal skin was, which was full of holes that had been burned out, and even a piece of skin was wrapped around the face, and there were two holes in the eyes on the skin on the face to see things, and the other holes were burned out, the old lady had already burned the stove prosperously, the old lady pulled the huge bellows, and the light of the flame was blue, and the iron inside had begun to turn red, and the father stood in front of the huge anvil with iron tongs in one hand and a small hammer in the other, a frame ready to start. Next to him was a large vat full of water.
Yang Heng soon put on a protective leather skirt on the side, and also wore a leather mask on his face.
"Okay, let's get started." "Okay," said Daddy, holding out a piece of iron, "come, I'll take it, and you can knock out the shape of the knife first." ”
"Poof." "You're lighter, you've forgotten how much strength you have." When Yang Heng's hammer was knocked down, he directly broke the piece of iron in half, and still didn't use a lot of force, but there were many ways to use force in his memory, and it was full of sparks, looking at the size of the spark, this strength, fortunately, there was protection, otherwise I don't know how deep the road can enter the flesh, no wonder such a high protection, and some scars on the face and body are burned.
"It's good, grandpa, I haven't done it for a long time, I haven't stopped it for a while, and then come." "Okay, come on, don't do it again." Daddy threw the broken piece of iron back into the furnace, and then took out another piece, "This time it's stopped, you should have counted it with some force." "Well, there are numbers, there are numbers, first use two parts."
"Bell Bell" As the iron tongs in Daddy's hand flipped, a long piece of iron slowly revealed, "Okay, now I have to be careful, I want to cut out this piece of iron." As he spoke, Daddy picked up a knife-shaped piece of iron from the side, clamped it with another pair of pliers, and placed it on the piece of iron that had just been made.
Yang Heng followed his father's gesture and hit the hammer down, and soon, a prototype of a machete came out, "Now give me a little strength, ponder carefully, and keep up with me." Dad held the knife embryo in one hand and a small hammer in the other, guiding Yang Heng to start fighting.
This time the building is different from the last time, this time the sparks are more wide, the front is flat and flying out of the spark, so it can only splash on the body, now because of some inclined planes, so the surface of the hammer and the anvil is not flat, in this way, it will splash some sparks unevenly, Yang Heng also knew what the road is like What is it Everyone's face is numb Lulu. I hit it at an angle, and I continue to hit it in reverse, the blade, the back, the tip, and the handle.
Needless to say, Dad's craftsmanship really didn't say, and Yang Heng also controlled the strength well, every hammer hit the right place, and a steel knife slowly appeared in front of him, very smooth, with some patterns.
"All right," cried Daddy, and threw the blade in his hand into the hearth, this time in a different place than when he burned the iron, and this time it needed to be dipped in the fire, that is, the iron was put on the steel.
"Snort" Dad took the newly made steel knife and began the process of dipping the fire, and Yang Heng had time to observe the situation in the furnace, this is a furnace that uses charcoal as fuel, charcoal is good, Yang Heng doesn't understand, but looking at the blue light of this flame, he knows that the temperature of the flame is very high, for what flame is so high temperature, Yang Heng estimates that this is related to the design of the hearth, otherwise, it is really difficult to make steel with charcoal, it is estimated that this is also something handed down by the ancestors of the old lady. But Yang Heng really guessed correctly, this is really passed down from the ancestor, but this is passed down by the blacksmith who took the ancestor away.
"Well, that's right, how did the kid come up with this knife shape, did you hear it when you went to Xiucai, there is a chance, come, the next one, boy, do you still have the strength." "Yes, let's get started."
After the four knives were finished, Yang Heng began to breathe slightly, you must know that he had carried more than three hundred hammers, and his body was still intact, and it was impossible to really recover completely.
"How's that, boy, go on?" Dad's life is easy, but he must have good eyesight, find uneven places on this red piece of iron, and let Yang Heng knock it out, "How about it, boy, can you continue." ”
"Yes, what's next." "Axe, the rest is much less difficult." Then he built two axes weighing more than ten pounds, Daddy, this is based on personal strength, and there are still things that can be found, no matter how big they can be used, but it is a little heavy for others to use, and there is not much iron, and there are still a lot of things to build.
These pieces of iron are actually made by Yang Heng and his father many times ago, and now they can be used, this axe, knife, and pickaxe need to be made of steel, and the head does not need to be so good, only need to use the iron that Yang Heng refined last time, and the shovel needs half steel and half iron.
In this way, what others can build in a few days is now built by Yang Heng's family of three in half a night. And Yang Heng also had to admire his father's learning ability, from an ordinary man, he could use more than ten years to learn the ancestral craft of the old lady very finely, and even innovated, but Yang Heng had never heard of such a technique in later generations.
But think about it carefully, Dad hasn't built any important things such as weapons, maybe without Yang Heng's crossing, it's still a question whether Daddy and Mom can pass this difficulty, you must know that there is really nothing to die in this era.