After entering the dog days, Shoukuan School followed Miss Zheng's rules and put on a "summer vacation".

Boys and girls have received some simple work from the tailor's shop, go home to do it, and then return it to school, and the school will pay some corresponding remuneration, but the premise is that these embroidery items or men's shirts and socks must meet the standards of foreign trade orders.

Although Zheng Haizhu runs a free school that does not charge tuition, she does not want the children to mistakenly think that any Bodhisattva or God is real, and she does not want them to mistakenly think that even if there is no Bodhisattva and God, capable people in this world will always give away resources in vain.

The poor children of the late Ming Dynasty did not need fairy tales, they needed strong self-survival.

When the children heard that they would be able to get copper coins for their hard work, they happily went back with the raw materials.

However,In the past, the school park was noisy like a bird's nest.,But it hasn't become a quiet pool because of the holiday.。

Like the banana orchard that carved out a small half to become a tailor's shop, a corner of the compound garden was also requisitioned to build a blacksmith workshop.

"Dingding......

"When, When......"

"Laha ......"

In the workshop, the sound of beating and quenching can be heard from time to time.

In the scorching heat, the jade-faced son Lu Xiangsheng changed his previous dress as a scribe, and like the three blacksmiths, he had short shirts and trousers, his sleeves were rolled up high, and the placket was almost completely open. Rao was so, he was still so hot that his sweat was like rain, and his white face was roasted like a tender pig's liver.

The three blacksmiths invited by Lu Xiangsheng from Danyang, Zhenjiang, are a family.

His father's name is Ge Hong, with the same name as the alchemist of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, when Lu Xiangsheng ran a few villages to find him, he found it quite interesting, and said in his heart that this master really deserves to eat and smelt this bowl of rice, and the blacksmith's mastery of various high and low temperatures often relies on years of experience, and outsiders seem to be like metaphysics.

Ge Hong is thirty-six or seventeen years old, his son Ge Tian is seventeen or eighteen years old, and his nephew Ge Hai is fifteen or sixteen years old.

Ge Hong's younger brother dug stones for the government many years ago, fell down the mountain and died, and his younger daughter-in-law left her young son and remarried to a foreign country. Ge Hong and his younger brother have a deep brotherly relationship, and they also regard their only nephew Ge Haizi as their own.

He was worried about saving his wife for the two boys, and a god of wealth, Lu Gongzi, fell from the sky, and invited his husband to come to Songjiang to strike iron for six taels of silver every month, including food and accommodation. In this way, if you can work for more than half a year, you can save forty or fifty taels of silver, of course, Ge Hong came happily with his skills and two children.

When I came to Songjiang, I realized that the real God of Wealth was not Lu Gongzi, but his godsister, surnamed Zheng.

Miss Zheng was very polite, and when they met, she also gave her husband a few sets of soft and breathable summer clothes, saying that it was a good cotton cloth that Songjiang people love to wear.

But she seemed to be very busy, and after hearing Ge Hong say a few words about the cost of building a blacksmith shop, she gave Lu Gongzi a silver ticket and asked them to watch it, and the people left in a hurry.

Ge Hong's father and son were still happy that the master's family was kind and generous, but they didn't expect that after the shop was repaired, what Lu Gongzi came up to let them make was a guy thing that was far more difficult than ordinary swords.

At this moment, in the scorching heat of the shop, Ge Hong and Ge Tian stood on both sides of a deep grooved mold, and used a concave hammer to beat the iron on the surface as red as a fireball.

Ge Hai held on to a slender iron bar with a wooden handle, which was worn between the iron that Ge Hong and his son were forging.

Lu Xiangsheng stared at it for a while in the jingle and asked, "Can you only use wrought iron and steel to fight this kind of object?" Can't use any pig iron? ”

Ge Hong wiped the sweat on his face, nodded and said, "It's a young man, pig iron is very brittle and not easy to forge." ”

"Oh, what can pig iron do?"

"Pig iron melts quickly, and it's very convenient to pour it into an abrasive to make an iron pot or something. But pig iron is brittle, if you want to make a good sword, you must have different proportions of wrought iron and steel between raw wrought iron, or we strike iron, how to call the steel a hundred steel. ”

Lu Xiangsheng let out an abrupt "oh".

Ge Hong's son, Ge Tian, is an extrovert, and when he saw that Lu Gongzi was a dignified scholar, he had always had no arrogance and was not ashamed to ask, so he also became talkative, and told Lu Xiangsheng while forging materials: "Childe, the little one went back to send the good farm tools to the military master of the nearby guard, and I saw them bring out a small soldier with a bloody face, saying that the shotgun was blown up. The military master told the little one to see what's going on, the doorway of the firearm, how can the small one understand, just look at the barrel, it should be pig iron. The small one guessed that the pig iron was brittle, whether the fireball in it was too big and blew it up. ”

Lu Xiangsheng sighed: "I understand, Qi Dashuai's three-eyed gun is also often blown up, which should also be because of pig iron." But we use the method of forging wrought iron and steel to make a barrel, which is too slow. ”

Ge Hong said: "Yes, son, moreover, the forged barrel has to be drilled with a lathe drill bit (note, there were complex wooden vertical lathes in the Ming Dynasty) to drill the inside smoothly......"

As Ge Hong was talking about this, a woman's voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Not only do you have to use a drill inside, but you also have to use a file to sharpen the outside." ”

Lu Xiangsheng looked back and saw a fair girl wearing a blue Luo skirt standing at the threshold, holding a piano in her hand.

Lu Xiangsheng hurriedly pulled away his clothes, covered his chest exposed by the heat, and arched his hand: "May I ask who the girl is?" ”

"My surname is Wang, my name is Wang Sheng, and I am always victorious of the generals. I was recommended by a friend to come to Miss Zheng to be a gentleman. ”

Miss Wang stepped in, reporting to her home while politely squatting for a thousand blessings.

She was standing at the door, it was backlight, Lu Xiangsheng couldn't see her appearance clearly at first glance, but now she entered the workshop, her eyebrows and face were under the light of the iron smelting furnace, and naturally became clear.

In a short moment, Lu Xiangsheng remembered Liu Yong's words: Raising noodles, Shaorong is jealous.

The three iron-striking men behind Lu Xiangsheng sighed directly: Mother, this is a fairy descending to earth?

After they had seen Zheng Haizhu before, looking back, Miss Zheng didn't look bad, but for some reason, when Miss Zheng talked to them, they didn't seem to think that it was a woman standing opposite.

And the girl Wang in front of them was so good-looking that they didn't dare to take a second look.

It was Lu Xiangsheng who realized that he couldn't lose his temper anymore.

He regained his ability to manage his expressions, glanced at the qin in the other party's arms, and asked, "Mr. Wang is here to teach music?" ”

"I can play the piano and I can play the piano."

"Oh," Lu Xiangsheng said with a smile, "I just heard the girl's opinion, and she also understands smelting and forging?" ”

"My ancestors were craftsmen who made soldiers for the imperial court, and when I was a child, a cousin also entered the Beidu Wang Gong Factory as a craftsman."

Miss Wang's tone of voice was not cold, but Lu Xiangsheng, who was smart-minded, had already felt that she was in her family background, and she didn't want to go deeper.

She called the capital Shuntianfu the northern capital, and spoke the official dialect of Nanjing, looking seventeen or eighteen years old, not dressed as a woman, but there was no dodging and shyness of a girl on her face.

"Introduced by a friend and came from afar to be a gentleman", there is no husband's family, not a Taoist aunt, and not a self-combing girl like Zheng Haizhu.

Lu Xiangsheng guessed that this Wang girl should not be from the bank of the Qinhuai River.

He quickly brought the conversation back to the barrel of the gun in front of him.

"I was about to ask Miss Wang, the outside of the bore should also be filed, is it to make the thickness of the bore wall uniform?"

Miss Wang nodded: "Yes, otherwise the pressure is different, and it will also blow up." If you do it seriously, you should file it and measure it with a caliper. ”

As she spoke, her gaze fell on a book spread out on the wooden table in the window.

She leaned forward to take a closer look with great grace, and her eyes lit up: "Is this Zhao Shizhen Zhao Gong's "Artifact Spectrum"?" ”

Lu Xiangsheng nodded, and said with a slight surprise: "I like to participate in the study of firearms, and I am trusted by Miss Zheng, so I and a few craftsmen will try to make some, and after a while, Xu Hanlin will return to Songjiang Province and present it to Xu Gong, asking for some advice." ”

"Xu Hanlin, is it Xu Gongguangqi?"

"Exactly."

Miss Wang's gaze fell on a cold-shining iron axe by the quenching pool.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she said to Lu Xiangsheng: "I guess, you want to be a thunderbolt." ”

Lu Xiangsheng did not hide his admiration at all.

The Thunderbolt is a firearm recorded by Zhao Shizhen in the "Magical Spectrum", which combines the bird gun and the three-eyed gun together, reducing the diameter of the gun tube and increasing the length of the gun tube.

The Thunderbolt has five tubes, arranged in the shape of plum petals, which pass through the cowhide shield with the iron grab of the central axis, and are supported by an iron axe underneath. After firing the ammunition from a distance, if the enemy still rushes to the front, the Iron Grab and Iron Axe can be used as cold weapons in melee combat.

Therefore, when Lu Xiangsheng saw that Miss Wang deduced from the iron axe that they were doing "Thunderbolt", he knew that this woman was really an expert.

He was about to praise a few words, but Miss Wang shook her head and said: "The most useless thing in "Magic Spectrum" is this thunderbolt, why don't you make a combination gun?" ”

Lu Xiangsheng frowned, and when he was about to ask the reason, he heard Zheng Haizhu's voice behind him.

"Xiangsheng, you see, Miss Wang, like me, suggested that you make a monotube, right?"

Lu Xiangsheng looked back, and Zheng Haizhu and a young man wearing a fine silk brocade robe also walked into the door.

The young man's eyebrows are handsome, and his expression only has a sense of playfulness and tiredness, and together with the gorgeous and light brocade clothes, he interprets the word "gentleman".

This seems to be Pan An's gentleman saluted Lu Xiangsheng and said: "In Zhanggu, Shanyin, Shaoxing, the word Yanke." ”

When Lu Xiangsheng heard that the sponsor of Shoukuan School was coming in person, he hurriedly asked Zhang Yanke deeply: "It's not talented, Yixing Zhang Zhu Lu Xiangsheng, the word Jiandou, meet Yanke's son." After a few months of wandering around the library, Ms. Zheng said that the books were all gifts from your house. ”

The corners of Zhang Yanke's mouth pursed, and he said: "Well, this copy of "Artifact Spectrum" in Lu Gongzi's hand was obtained by my brother in many ways, and Gongzi used it to hit a place like the ironyard, so be careful." ”

Zhang Yanke spoke softly and softly, with the innocent joy of talking with others on his face.

Zheng Haizhu knew that he was uncomfortable.

This kid must have been jealous of his brother Zhang Dai after seeing Miss Wang and Lu Xiangsheng talking speculatively.

The beautiful Jiao'e who calls herself Wang Sheng is the woman that Zhang Dai has put in the top of her heart for several years, and the Qinhuai female envoy Wang Yuesheng.

Last year, Zheng Haizhu ate other people's short mouths and took other people's soft hands, and used the funding of the Zhang brothers to run the school, so he could only promise Jin to advocate Yanke and place his brother Zhang Dai's sweetheart in the school.

Zhang Dai was very pleased with this method when he learned that his younger brother had negotiated with Miss Zheng, so he traveled back and forth between Shaoxing and Nanjing, and finally redeemed Wang Yuesheng in the early summer of this year. He originally wanted to personally take Wang Yuesheng to Songjiang to express his gratitude to Zheng Haizhu first, and then put forward some requests not to despise Yuesheng.

Unexpectedly, an uncle of the Zhang family was seriously ill, and the Zhang family was in a hurry to give the eldest grandson Zhang Dai a marriage.

Zhang Dai had no choice but to beg his good brother Zhang Yanke for help. Zhang Yanke showed his face in the clan, so he found a reason to go to Nanjing to buy antiques, opened from Shaoxing, took Wang Yuesheng to Songjiang, and sent him to Zheng Haizhu's school.

When Zheng Haizhu and Wang Yuesheng met, Dong Erya, who was recruited from Zhenjiang, recognized at a glance that this Wang girl was a kind-hearted boat passenger who hired their sisters to pull fiber with extra money in Guazhoudu, and gave clothes afterwards.

With this foreshadowing, Zheng Haizhu's first impression of Wang Yuesheng was good, and the diaphragm in his heart to arrange an outer room for Zhang Dai also dissipated slightly.

Today, Zheng Haizhu took Zhang Yanke and Wang Yuesheng to visit the school, and because Wang Yuesheng was not very interested in telling Zhang Yanke about his adventures in Fujian, he invited her to take care of herself on campus to see which place in the garden was suitable for teaching music and rhythm, or explaining the art of chopping the qin.

That Yanke really looked at this supernumerary sister-in-law closely, and saw Wang Yuesheng entering the smoking iron house from the pavilion in Qingyuan, and he couldn't listen to Zheng Haizhu talk about the live naval battle for a while, so he rushed over.

How did Lu Xiangsheng know that there were so many twists and turns in it.

He was highly cultivated, and he did not suspect the sharpness in Zhang Yanke's words, so he only woke up, and said apologetically: "Brother Yanke reminded me very much, books and drawings are the most afraid of fire, and you can't enter this house." ”

With that, he picked up the "Artifact Book" and another firearms book, and placed them on the stone table in the courtyard outside the house.

Zheng Haizhu said at the right time: "Let's all go out, listen to Miss Wang, why don't you make a thunderbolt, but a combination gun." ”

He also said to the Ge family: "The three masters also take a break, there is mung bean soup soaked in well water at the tailor's shop in Jiaoyuan, you go and drink a few bowls to dispel the heat, and help us bring a bucket." Master Fan has told me several times that the big guys are all craftsmen, so you must not be restrained. ”

Ge Hong thanked him again and again, and took his son and nephew to the banana garden.

After Zheng Haizhu sat down at the stone table, she glanced at Zhang Yanke with a smile.

Zhang Yanke snorted slightly, and somehow, he remembered the words that this Zheng girl teased her impatience when she was wronged when she investigated Sister He.

Looking at Lu Gongzi on the other side, he is very deep and quiet.

For a moment, Zhang Yanke felt as if a ball was deflated in his heart.

His mouth was also dumb, and he only picked up the "Artifact Spectrum" to look through.

Wang Yuesheng still had clear eyes, not caring about what weirdness was related to him in this atmosphere, he only looked at Zheng Haizhu, and then at Lu Xiangsheng, and said: "Miss Zheng, Lu Gongzi, I think the combination of guns is more worth doing than Thunderbolt, because I remember what an old man said." ”