How can you put things in the furnace at will, this is playing with your life, I knew that Ning Yan was so bold, he would definitely not agree to lend out the forging room.

"It's nothing, it's going to be fine." Ning Yan smiled, his white teeth glowing red against the firelight, and his eyes were crooked like the moon.

Zhang Tiezhu's Adam's apple rolled and clenched his fist. wanted to stop Ning Yan from continuing to mess around, but he was inexplicably speechless to Shang Ning Yan's eyes. I just feel my mouth is dry.

The charcoal fire jumped, and Ning Yan's attention was completely focused on the furnace.

Feeling that the time was about the same, he took out the iron and beat it with a hammer.

The sound of '...... the echoed through the hot air like musical notes, and the shape of the red iron block changed under the hammer.

Ning Yan is more cautious at this time, whether it can be formed, and what shape it will become depends on the hammer in her hand.

It is undoubtedly difficult to turn iron ore into * with just one hammer. In particular, the shape of the knife is narrow at the front and wide at the back, the side of the blade has a blood groove, and the blade has serrations at the root, so it will definitely not be possible to complete it with a hammer.

However, after the refining of limestone, the carbon content in the iron ore reaches the most suitable point, and after being beaten and refined into steel, although it cannot become the standard of later generations, it can be improved*.

This is also better than the dagger he got from Yang Er's lame.

That dagger must have been forged from scrap iron, and it could be deformed by cutting a stone.

I've never seen such a soft dagger.

In later generations, those daggers sold on carpets next to kitchen knives were better than the daggers of Yang Er's lame.

It was getting dark, and the original model was finally completed.

Ning Yan rubbed his somewhat sore shoulders and walked out of the forging room wrapped in yellow paper.

Zhang Tiezhu stared at Ning Yan, his gaze became more and more strange, Ning Yan couldn't ignore Zhang Tiezhu's gaze at all: "What do you want to say?" ”

"You've got a lot of strength." Zhang Tiezhu said hehehe.

After finishing speaking, he found that Ning Yan was not flustered, and even a little proud, and the smile on his face was a little restrained: "What did you throw into the stove?" ”

"Want to know?" Ning Yan raised his eyebrows.

"Yes."

"I'll tell you next time." After Ning Yan finished speaking, he walked out of the courtyard of the Zhang family, and when he walked through the alley, he met the Huang family, said hello to the Huang family, and continued to walk home.

Ning Youyu is still at home, she actually forgot her son because of building, she shouldn't have been.

When Huang returned home, he found Zhang Tiezhu staring at the forging furnace, stunned like a fool.

"Son, this broken furnace has been used for decades, what do you see, you can still see a flower."

"Huh." Zhang Tiezhu stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head, glanced at the forge again, and under Huang's inquiring gaze, he squatted down and hugged the little girl in the courtyard and walked towards the hall.

When night fell, the evening breeze blew lightly, Ning Yan walked home, stood in the fence yard, and could still see the oil lamps flickering in the thatched house.

Through the window, a large figure sitting side by side fell into view.

"Horizontally and vertically, sit down, and do it again!"

Ning Yan approached the thatched hut and clearly heard Ning Qian's voice.

Standing in front of the door, you can see Ning Youyu holding a bald brush in his hand, dipped in ink and writing on the back of used straw paper.

The font is square and square, just like the tofu block, although there is no wind and bones, but at least you can recognize what is written.

"That's a good job!"

"You're back?" Hearing Ning Yan's voice, Ning Qianci stood up and continued: "I saw Yu practicing calligraphy with branches outside, so I came over with a pen and straw paper that was not very good, eldest sister, don't dislike it." ”

"Why dislike it?" She is not a person who doesn't understand Siliu, if Ning Qianci holds the best pen and ink and rice paper, she will be afraid.

"That's good, it's just that eldest sister, you still don't want to teach more than to read in the future."

"Why?" Ning Yan remembered that she saw a book called Analects in Ning Qianci's room, which meant that she knew the words of this era.

Ning Qian was a little embarrassed, but in response to Shang Ning Yan's puzzled gaze, he still explained, "The words you write are missing arms and legs......"

Missing arms and legs? Ning Yan's ears flashed like a thunderbolt, and he was scorched inside and out, and at the same time, he suddenly realized that the words she taught Ning Youyu were simplified.

As for being able to recognize the two characters of the Analects, it is not because people who are flower growers are talented, and for traditional Chinese characters, it is like having their own talent for translation, and they know it when they see it.

Looking at Ning Yan dumbfounded, Ning Qianci thought that his words were excessive, and hurriedly said: "Sister, you learned words from me for a few months back then, and you don't remember ......it well."

"It's okay, it's okay." In a few seconds, Ning Yan had already calmed down from the reality that she had become illiterate.

If you can't write, she won't write, anyway, she knows how to read.

It was getting late and late, Ning Qian took a step out and looked back at Ning Yan: "I'll go back first when it's not early." ”

"Hmm." Ning Yan nodded and watched Ning Qian leave.

There was no polite way to leave Ning Qianci to eat, if Ning Qianci was left, it would be troublesome for the people over there to stick to the taste.

"I'm going to cook." Looking away from Ning Youyu, Ning Yan walked straight to the stove room.

Cooking on the fire, sparks came out of the stove, the smell of fireworks became thicker and thicker, and Ning Yan figured out what was built in Zhang Tiezhu's house.

It is rough and simple, and it cannot be compared with the ordnance produced by the military factories of later generations.

But this is the first time she has started forging it since she came to this world, and there will definitely be a qualitative change when she thinks about it slowly in the future. The dry wood burned, making a crackling sound, and the water in the pot quickly boiled hot.

Put the cleaned rice into the pot, Ning Yan pulled out half of the dry firewood at the bottom of the pot, the fire was instantly reduced by half, and the rice in the pot could be cooked by heating it with the remaining fire.

Ning Yan didn't continue to burn the fire, got up and washed a handful of green vegetables, burned them with fine salt and lard, and then poured garlic juice on the surface of the green vegetables.

I saw a few bird eggs on the stove, broke the bird eggs casually, cut the green onions, mixed them together, stirred evenly, put a little fine salt and a little flour in it, continued to stir, put down the bowl, brush a layer of oil on the bottom of the pot, sprinkle the eggs in the bowl into it, and the egg cake was formed.

Two dishes for two people were enough, so Ning Youyu vacated the table, set up the meal, and asked Ning Youyu at the same time: "What did your uncle teach you?" ”

"Write the name and memorize the Analects."

"Study hard." After Ning Yan finished speaking, she no longer cared about academic matters, after all, there was a huge gap between the education she received and this era.

If the child's three views are deviated, it will be terrible.

Of course, it is not possible to study alone, she doesn't want to be weak and become a white-faced scholar in the future, and the training of extreme individual soldiers in later generations will also be launched.

Thinking of Xiao Bu's tenacious perseverance when he went to the county seat, Ning Yan couldn't help but want to start training now.

If it weren't for the child's nutrition not keeping up, too early training would have put a load on the child's body, and she would have started a long time ago.

Ning Youyu, who was eating egg cakes, struck a chilling cicada.

Turning his head to look into the yard, it was not raining and windy outside, so why did he suddenly feel a little cold?