Fuji Takumi's weapons workshop was quite large, with a huge smelting furnace, a large casting furnace, and eight small casting furnaces in a room of more than 1,000 square meters, and there were as many as thirty or forty apprentices and blacksmiths working in it.

All the furnaces were burning with scorching flames, the temperature in the workshop was very high, and almost all of them were wearing only a pair of thick linen shorts, revealing a strong muscle full of strength and beauty.

The blacksmiths who were busy in front of the fire were thickly greased, glowing golden in the light of the fire, and the scalding debris splashing on their skin had no effect on them, and the ping-pong banging was incessant.

When he arrived here, Han Fei felt that compared to this group of swarthy muscular strong men, he was completely a small bone raised in a greenhouse, and the physique he had cultivated after eight years of practicing martial arts was simply worthless in front of them!

A large amount of selected ore was sent to the smelting furnace by the apprentices, and the refined molten iron was poured into a special crucible and distributed to each furnace, and the blacksmith in charge then crafted weapons or farming tools.

The black fuel used in the smelting furnace is called flint, which is the coal that Han Fei is familiar with, and the smelting furnace is also equipped with a special bellows.

The two apprentices are responsible for pulling the bellows back and forth into the melting furnace, and each push and pull is accompanied by a rise of the furnace fire, which is quite spectacular.

The soot exhaust gas produced by the flint burning is directly taken by the flue on the ceiling, and a small wind system spirit array is arranged on the top of the workshop, which can continuously create a cyclone sent out, so as to drive the smoke in the workshop to be quickly discharged to the outside, so although the workshop is hot, it is not stuffy.

Damn, this is the otherworldly version of the smoke extractor! Han Fei was speechless after figuring it out.

In fact, this was not the first time Han Fei had seen the wonder of this spiritual magic array, there was a floor clock in his house that could only distinguish the hours, minutes and seconds, and the power that drove the clock was not a mechanical spring, it was also a spiritual magic circle engraved in it, and the price was very expensive.

Some common knowledge in the weapon workshop was told to him by Han Feixin's senior brother Manniu.

Manniu was a high-ranking blacksmith under Fuji Takuhai, who was in charge of a small casting furnace alone, he had half the blood of the Orc Minotaur, and Han Fei felt extremely small standing in front of him.

But don't look at his fierce appearance of smashing a person to death with a fist, in fact, the surname of the brute cow is gentle and honest, after Fuji Takuhai threw Han Fei to his tube, he knew almost everything about the various questions raised by Han Fei.

Through the wild bull Han Fei, he also knew that he was actually the only founder apprentice accepted by Teng Takuhai, and the others in the workshop were either blacksmiths or blacksmith apprentices.

Speaking of this, the manniu's straightforward face showed a look of extreme envy, and he also slapped Han Fei on the shoulder a few times with his thick hand the size of a fan, indicating that your kid is very promising, and he almost didn't pat Han Fei down.

However, this brute bull also has a stubborn temper, and the instructions to Fuji Takuhai are absolutely carried out to the letter, making it impossible for Han Fei to be lazy.

"Okay, Senior Brother Han Fei, you have to start learning to strike iron now. The bull said, "If you don't understand anything, ask me as soon as possible!"

As he spoke, the brute bull picked up a long piece of red iron from the casting furnace and placed it on the iron pier in front of Han Fei.

At the same time, he also handed Han Fei a swarthy iron hammer and said, "Lord Tuohai commanded, you practice your arm strength first, and then you can beat this piece of ordinary iron into thousands of forged iron, which is basically qualified!"

"What is Thousand Forged Refined Iron?" Han Fei asked curiously.

"Thousand-forged refined iron is high-grade iron that has been forged more than a thousand times and has basically removed impurities, and is used to build ordinary weapons!" said Manniu: "The second-class is the hundred-forged iron that has been forged a hundred times, mainly used in agricultural tools and ordinary items. ”

"Forging is to repeatedly fold the iron with a hammer, want to forge a thousand forged fine iron at least to knock more than 10,000 hammers, and there are time requirements, forging takes too long is not good, will affect the quality of the final fine iron. ”

Han Fei gasped in his heart, how much effort and strength does it take to refine a piece of refined iron?

Manniu smiled: "Don't be afraid, learn slowly first, and then when you have more strength, you will become proficient." Lord Takumi is strict, and the weapons and farm tools created by others are not as well-refined as ours, which is why our Takumi Weapon Workshop has a good reputation!"

Han Fei took the hammer from the hand of the brute bull, and as soon as he started it, he suddenly sank down, the weight of this hammer alone was almost thirty or forty catties, if he hadn't been weak in martial arts since he was a child, otherwise he would have made a fool of himself on the spot.

Such a heavy hammer has to be picked up and smashed tens of thousands of times in a row before it is basically qualified! Han Fei secretly cursed in his heart, and at the same time, he began to try to pick up the hammer under the encouraging gaze of the brute bull.

Holding the iron tongs in his left hand to grip the red iron, Han Fei lifted the hammer with his right hand and smashed it hard.

Bang!

There was a slightly dull thud from the hammer and the iron slammed, and sparks flew everywhere, several of which splashed onto Han Fei's clothes, burning his shirt through several small holes.

"Oh, I forgot about it!" Manniu patted his head and said, "Senior Brother Han Fei, you are about to take off your clothes, and I will rub sword lard on you!"

In desperation, Han Fei had to put down the hammer and take off his shirt and cotton underwear, but it was a lot cooler, he was so hot just now that he was sweating.

There was laughter around, and although Han Fei's exposed upper body also had muscles, his white and tender appearance inevitably attracted the good-natured ridicule of the big men next to him.

However, Han Fei is not much embarrassed now, they are all big men, if he really plays iron for two years, he will look like these blacksmiths!

Manniu took a black bottle from the side, poured out a pool of crystal oil, and helped Han Fei smear his upper body, even on his face.

Only then did Han Fei understand why Teng Takuhai, Manniu, and most of the blacksmiths were bald or had short hair, and it was really hard to grease them if they had long hair.

The smell of this special sword lard was quite unpleasant, and it didn't feel very comfortable when it was greasy and greasy on the body, but its effect was very obvious, and after Han Fei finished wiping it, he felt that the heat around him had a much smaller impact on him, and there was no harm in the slightest if crumbs splashed on his body occasionally.

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