Xin Kun patted the old man gently, and now she could only give him silent comfort.

Xin Ye looked at Xin Kun, and felt sad in his heart, why is such a smart child not a boy?

The village is still the same, Xin Ye still got off at the entrance of the village, and slowly walked from the end of the village to the head of the village.

When it's time to make lunch, there is a pot for cooking rice on the stove at the door of every house.

Xin Kun didn't look at it, but just helped the old man and walked slowly inside.

"Uncle, what are you doing in the county?" A certain big man who was choosing vegetables at the door asked casually.

When the old man came out in the morning, he only told the people in the workshop to go to the county to register Xin Kun, but he didn't say anything else. And when I go out of the village, greeting people means that there is something to do in the county, and everyone is so big that they don't even bother to ask. At this time, I was also looking for a topic, and people didn't think much about it.

"It's almost over, go to the county and ask. In the evening, let's send the finished ones to the workshop, and tomorrow someone from the county will come. The old man greeted with a smile.

Xin Kun deliberately glanced at the one, but the one didn't move, patted the mud on the dish, and then gave the dish to the daughter-in-law who came out, even with a superfluous word. Those on the side also heard it, but none of them said much.

Xin Kun now finally knows why Uncle Li told him that the account book was like that. When the clan is in trouble, it doesn't matter if you help, but for these people who don't know how to be grateful at all, all the efforts are anger, and they are accumulating anger!

She's not the one who grew up in an ivory tower and doesn't look down on the world. On-time delivery, that's the job. But you can't deliver in advance for no reason, let me deliver early, you have to ask why, right?

As a result, these people have no sense of urgency at all, if she hadn't read the account books, she would have felt that these ancients were hard-working people, and they had already done a good job, waiting for delivery.

But now, obviously, they all understand that the old man dares to let people come tomorrow, that is, he is ready, so it doesn't matter if they pay it or not. Now that the old man is ready, what else can they be anxious about.

Xin Kun only has a little idea now, and when he settles the account at night, he will bite them to death.

They returned to the workshop, where the master and the master were eating, their eyes still fixed on the fire, but from time to time they took a bite in their mouths.

"Just leave it for dinner!" Xin Kun now looks at these people, she feels much more comfortable, and now she feels that she has the inferior nature of being a capitalist, and she can't allow others to rest.

"The little master is back!" One of the master craftsmen grinned and shoveled a spoonful of charcoal and placed it on the fire. It's not enough heat, it's warmed in.

"What is this?" Xin Kun noticed that in the fire was a large knife that had been formed.

"It's scrapped, and it's not good to let the stove go out when you eat at noon, it's just a piece of iron, and it's good to go back and help people make kitchen knives, hoes, etc." Dagong explained casually.

Xin Kun nodded, this is really good. But I still thought about it for a moment and shook my head. The price of household iron is the same as that of weapons!

In this way, if it is used in the ordinary blacksmith's house, it may be able to get back the capital, but for Xin Ye, it is a loss to his grandmother's house. Because he gave it to the villagers at the price of weapons!

"You break these into pieces of iron first, and leave the rest alone." Xin Kun waved his hand.

"What do you want to do?" Xin Ye looked at his granddaughter, not knowing what she wanted to do.

"Use the old iron with the new iron to make hundreds of stacks of steel, as for what to do, we don't care, people like to fight what they want."

"But ...... "The master is stunned, is this okay?" They haven't heard of it yet, and they can sell steel directly, but they think it's okay to think about it. They all looked at the old man.

"Try it!" Xin Kun looked back at Xin Ye, this is the old man's workshop, and everything has to be decided by him.

"The stiffness may not be enough." Xin Ye spread his hands, he is a professional, these knives are not quenched enough, and they are waste. If it is made of steel, and when he turns back to make weapons, he feels sorry for his conscience.

"Try it, it's really not possible, the kitchen knife we use to play Huagang, the gadgets of Huagang, anyway, are used to look good. The craftsmanship is light and economical, and it is ensured that no one uses it to kill people. She couldn't say that they had tried it in modern times.

Steel is actually quite expensive, they are all amateurs, and the scrap rate is actually quite high. So I looked on the Internet and said that it could melt into water and start over. But how high is that temperature, and not necessarily successful? So the only way to do this is to mix and match old and new steel.

Of course, these scrap steel will eventually be made into tea knives, anyway, they are used to poke open tea cakes, and they don't need too good steelness, as long as the appearance is high enough. Since you want to sell it for money, the tea knife is actually a good choice, including the small dagger I hit yesterday, which doesn't really need to be too good steel.

"Yes, then let's try it!" Xin Ye is fearless, and when he is done, these scrap steel knives are useless. If they leave in May, they will also take this batch of scrap into steel and take it away. You can do whatever you want in the future. It's really not possible, and it is estimated that many people will buy hundreds of stacks of kitchen knives.

"Thank you, grandpa!" Xin Kun smiled, thinking that Xin Ye was really good, kind-hearted, and easy-going. However, she didn't want to think about it, Xin Ye's temper was so good, how could Xin Jian take his wife and children away for fifteen years, and he didn't even write a letter back.

"Let's eat." Xin Ye is in a much better mood now when he sees his granddaughter smiling, and he doesn't bother to think about the problems of the clansmen.

And the people on the side laughed, they didn't tell Xin Kun, the old man doesn't like to change, even if these scrap iron are rotten, he doesn't bother to care, anyway, if he has money, it's done. He only counts the general ledger, not the sub-ledgers.

It was made into household ironware and peasants, or they were really unsightly, so they made it themselves. The old man is too lazy to care, of course, if he really sells for money, the old man will also share some extra money with them. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so aggressive.

Now that the minister said that it was made into hundreds of stacks of steel, the price was much stronger than that of supplementing farm tools and kitchen knives, and they were even more smiling.

When I entered the house, the food was already on the table, and Uncle Li didn't come out, and the food was still covered with a lid.

"Uncle Li, it's time to eat." Xin Kun immediately went to greet Lao Li warmly.

"Master, Brother Kun, you're back. Have you ever seen it? Lao Li gave the old man a look first, and then said hurriedly.

He is the bookkeeper, and he also knows the grain in the storehouse. It really won't last long, because it's not their family, but the whole village. Those people are used to being dependent, they wouldn't have thought that Xin Ye's family didn't have much food.

"How can it be so easy to see the master, Master Hong is a little moved, but I can only wait." Xin Ye sat down, took a big sip of herbal tea, and said slowly.

Xin Kun served the two of them a meal, and he sat down silently like the previous day.