Zu Zhao didn't pay attention to this Gongsun Mian, and understood a truth in his heart, that is, it was the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty at this moment, and the power was not as good as having military power in his hands, and there was a strong soldier in his hand, and there was nothing to be afraid of in Liaodong County.

Although you have a lot of conspiracies, I killed you with an army, disciplined you without leaving chickens and dogs, and let your whole family die, this is an iron law in this troubled world, and many of the so-called families have died in their own conspiracy.

Smart is mistaken by smart, probably the existence of Gongsun Mian.

"Everyone, stop and listen to what I tell you!" Zu Zhao spoke loudly.

Zu Zhao pointed to the Gong Yihong beside him and said with a smile: "From today on, you are all under the management of this benevolent brother, from today onwards you are divided into two groups, and the iron ingots refined every day must be compared, which group of winners has ten taels of silver as a reward, and which group of losers is embarrassed, you have to be fined ten taels of silver!" ”

"And whichever side loses has no meat for dinner, so you can only eat ordinary meals, and whichever side you win will double the meal, and you can eat whatever you want!" Zu Zhao smiled and spoke, he was using the method of motivation to make the iron ingots have a higher yield.

And Gong Zhihong stood next to him but was writing and painting, this is a scientist, but also a "thirsty" scholar, for Zu Zhao's various knowledge is not wanted, once I heard that Zu Zhao came up with any new technology, he ran over to see what happened, after all, he Gong Yi family belongs to the Mo family, pay attention to the craft, at this moment what Zu Zhao said is no longer the knowledge of carpenters, but this guy still learns, and the qualifications are amazing, in just one hour has figured out the ins and outs.

Now it's best to leave it to Gongzhuhong to supervise the work.

Gong Zhihong immediately took over Zu Zhao's authority, and immediately began to toss these blacksmiths non-stop, he was more strict, not friendly at all, so that Zu Zhao nodded endlessly, let Zu Zhao do the friendly things, and let the Gong Zhaohong do the harsh things.

Zu Zhao still looked in the direction of Xianbei, I don't know what happened to the three Situ Yan brothers and sisters, whether these three brothers and sisters can be recognized by the Situ clan is the most critical point, if these three brothers and sisters can surround the horse thieves around Liaodong County and form a force, Zu Zhao will have the confidence to push them to the throne of the Xianbei clan, but if they don't become Zu Zhao doesn't mind raising a puppet force by himself, in short, the Tuoba Liuyun of the Xianbei clan must be destroyed, how many people have been harmed by this beast in Liaodong County?

It would be nice if I could create a Mo knife.

Zu Zhao thought about the Mo Dao in his mind, but he was stunned to find that there didn't seem to be many things like mercury sulfide to create the blade of the Mo Dao in this Three Kingdoms world, and he didn't know where it was distributed.

The reason why the Mo knife is extremely sharp is that after casting, the sharp blade of the Mo knife is turned over and beaten, and each hammer must be sprinkled with a layer of mercury sulfide for quenching.

But what exactly is mercury sulfide called in this era?

Zu Zhao had a headache, he couldn't ask the natives of the Three Kingdoms with such a chemical name as hgs, do you know what this chemical name is in your dynasty?

Depressed.

Zu Zhao thought in his heart that he had come to the Fang Market in Liaodong County, ready to see what good things were in the vegetable market in Liaodong County, but he heard a boastful voice coming: "Sell the Rejuvenation Pill, a Rejuvenation Pill can keep your golden gun from falling, and let you be a pillar of optimism in the Qinglou!" Rejuvenation Pill, Rejuvenation Pill! “

Zu Zhao turned around and saw a sloppy Taoist priest holding a few Rejuvenation Pills.

Zu Zhao knew at a glance that this bullshit rejuvenation pill was a pure chemical product made of mercury, sulfur, cinnabar and the like! Such a Taoist priest can be said to be the earliest black-hearted predecessor who bought gutter oil, and the consequences of eating such a rejuvenation pill are so serious, not to mention a pillar of optimism, it is possible to go to the west and drive the crane to the west, and eating this rejuvenation pill will completely poison people.

The last thing Zu Zhao wants to see is this kind of guy, who obviously sells gutter oil, and pretends to be sanctimonious in buying the savior pill for all beings in the world.

"Smack!" Zu Zhao went up and was a slap in the face.

Fan this Taoist priest away.

A series of miscellaneous things on the Taoist priest's body fell to the ground, and a few pieces of silver were the most conspicuous, obviously he didn't know to deceive the fool just now.

This Taoist priest knew his own ability, and he should have felt that he had bought black-hearted money, so he didn't dare to deal with Zu Zhao, but just bent down and touched a few taels of silver and ran quickly. The rest of the things were not picked up.

Zu Zhao kicked out of boredom, but was suddenly startled by a red ball.

Cinnabar!

A burst of surprise came, what is cinnabar? Cinnabar is mercury oxide, and China is really the first country to develop mercury oxide, because these Taoist priests in the Eastern Han Dynasty liked alchemy, poured some chemical minerals into their bodies all day long, and used their bodies for experiments.

The only thing that is gratifying is that they found cinnabar.

The Taoist priests all believed that cinnabar could make them immortal, but Zu Zhao understood that these things were just minerals, and Zu Zhao now also knew the use of cinnabar, that is, the existence of refining Mo Dao.

"Someone, arrest that Taoist priest for me, strictly extort a confession and interrogate, beat him to death, and ask me where I stole these things from cinnabar?"

Zu Zhao said coldly.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

In a moment, the Taoist priest had been arrested, and there was no fairy wind Dao bone at all, only an embarrassed appearance of fart and urine.

"Tell me where I found this cinnabar, dare you guy, I'll cut off one of your hands immediately!"

Zu Zhao stepped forward and spoke coldly.

"Higashiyama!"

The Taoist priest said with a smile, he didn't expect anyone to be interested in cinnabar, he just dug up cinnabar to refine the pills, but he never dared to eat these pills, because he almost poisoned him after eating them once, in line with the idea that he would rather die than die in the poor Dao, he sold the pills around.

Zu Zhao pressed him to go to Dongshan, the mountain range of Dongshan is not big, but it is also the location of a primeval forest, in a bare mountain, the Taoist priest pointed to a deep pit in front of him and told Zu Zhao, that is the origin of cinnabar, Zu Zhao stepped forward to see that it is still an open-air deposit, very good.

"Someone has surrounded me here, and no one can approach this place from now on, unless they get my warrant, do you hear?"

"Yes, General!"

Zu Zhao looked at the Taoist priest and said, "What's your name?" ”

The Taoist priest was probably frightened, but he still smiled and said, "Tian Pingzi! ”

"This is the place where you are buried, a natural cemetery with green mountains and clear waters, it is your honor to be able to bring me here, but I don't want to see those who harm people with fake medicines, so you should be buried here!"

Zu Zhao's blade flashed, and a huge head slashed under his knife, and the headless corpse of the Taoist priest spurted a lot of blood.

"Throw it under the cliff to feed the dogs, such a scum is alive in this world, it is really a waste of nature's air!"

Then Zu Zhao let Zu Ping personally take charge of this place, which is related to the importance of the mass production of the Mo knife, and he wants to advance the production of the Mo knife by seven or eight hundred years, if there is a Mo knife in hand, what is he afraid of? Attacking from afar, he has a gunpowder crossbow bed, and the attack has powerful weapons such as the abductor Ma Mo knife, and it is not an empty word that I have a strong soldier in the world.

The ancestral family personally dug up the cinnabar here, wrapped it up and transported it to the iron mine along the way, and at the same time all the craftsmen were also strictly admonished, and from now on they were not allowed to leave half a step, but the silver could be tripled, and they could also bring their families in, but they could not go out, and there were escapees to destroy the nine clans.

Mo knife, the sharp weapon of the country, can not have any mistakes, especially in Liaodong County, which is also to prevent Mo knife from being penetrated into the Xianbei clan.

When the cinnabar arrived, Zu Zhao immediately ordered some honest craftsmen to participate in the research and development of the Mo knife, and these honest craftsmen directly rewarded ten times the salary.

Gong Hiroshi kept recording on the side.

The production of the Mo knife is very cumbersome, Zu Zhao said while recording the public loss Hong, while the blacksmith around him is struggling to beat the Mo knife, the most important thing in the beating of the Mo knife is to sprinkle mercury sulfide at a high temperature, and then beat it repeatedly, a total of 5,000 times.

The craftsmen in groups of five separated and began to hammer the Mo knife.

Zu Zhao looked at the sweat on the blacksmith's body, and directly ordered to add food, there are dishes with a lot of oil and water, to reward these blacksmiths.

Five thousand beatings are just enough for five craftsmen to complete in a day.

In a group of ten people, when it was dark, ten Mo knives appeared, the shape was not good-looking, on the contrary, it was a little ugly, because these blacksmiths entered such a dense tempering for the first time, so the Mo knives were inevitably out of shape, but the cold on the blades of the Mo knives was a surprise to the craftsmen present.

A craftsman put his long hair on a Mo knife and blew it lightly, and the long hair broke in response.

Zu Zhao took a Mo knife and slashed it with his big knife, which was directly cut down, like cutting off a piece of tofu, without any sound.

This is Modao!

Zu Zhao held this Mo knife in his hand, feeling full of confidence.

The blacksmiths present were also happy, because their wages had risen again, and the forged divine weapons in their hands were also certain for themselves.

Half a month has passed, and there are three hundred Mo knives in Zu Zhao's hands, and they are still being manufactured.

And at this time, the pressure from Gongsun Mian has also arrived.

A guerrilla general from Xuansu County sent him a letter asking him to stop a little, otherwise he would not mind taking his troops to Liaodong County to help kill the horse thieves, and the threat was very obvious.

Then a scholar doctor from Jizhou came and warned him to do his duty, not to stretch his hand too long, it is good to be young, but it is not a good thing to live long if he is young.