"In that case, then I will punish you with fifty push-ups each, do you have any point?"

Although I didn't know what push-ups were, everyone still responded: "No." ”

"Good."

Xue Zijin nodded with satisfaction: "Give you ten breaths of time to drink water." ”

The woman, who had already filled the bowl with water and waited, immediately handed the bowl of water in her hand to her son or Lang Jun.

And Ding Shan's dozen or so families are not here, so they can only hula and rush towards the water tank.

Ten breaths will soon arrive.

More than 30 people also drank water and gathered in the open space.

Xue Zijin first demonstrated the standard posture of push-ups to them, and then ordered with the corners of his lips slightly curled: "Ready...... Begin. ”

More than 30 people hula lala, their feet together and their toes on the ground, and their palms shoulder-width to support the weight of their entire bodies

In the beginning, everyone's movements were quite standard.

But when they did fifteen, many of them couldn't lift their stomachs.

Xue Zijin was walking around with a thumb-thick wattle, and whoever couldn't lift his stomach would smack on someone's buttocks.

And so it goes

Everyone could only grit their teeth and hold on.

By the time the fifty push-ups were done, the buttocks of the thirty or so old men had more or less been subjected to thorns.

"Alright, let's eat!"

As soon as the crowd heard this, they immediately cheered and lined up with bowls.

The first dozen or so people who ran back had priority.

And what they eat is not wowotou, it is a big bun with shredded meat.

"Hmm...... This nest with meat is fragrant, and you can taste it too. ”

Zhao Cheng broke the head of the nest wrapped in shredded meat into two halves and distributed it to his father, and did not forget to raise his eyebrows provocatively at Ding Shan and the others who were touching their buttocks.

What is the stinky boy proud of, the days to come are still long!

Ding Shan slapped the drooling little Liuzi on the back of the head: "Look at it, I haven't eaten meat in eight lifetimes!" Why didn't I kill you! ”

Xiao Liuzi retracted his gaze aggrievedly: "Brother Ding! We still ate meat during the Chinese New Year! It's quite gluttonous. ”

Those of them who are slaves can only get meat on the New Year's holidays, how can they not be hungry for meat!

Xue Zijin put the wattle on the roof of the shed, took the Sanhe noodles handed by the red sleeves and gnawed on it.

Not!

This taste is still as rough as ever!

But with the minced meat in it, it's much more delicious.

After breakfast.

Everyone should cut down trees, cut trees, collect wood, collect wood.

Two stonemasons went up the hill to find suitable stones.

Xue Zijin found the old blacksmith and asked him to choose a place to set up a blast furnace, and she wanted to practice molten iron and make iron pots by herself.

The old blacksmith looked around, and chose the seat of the blast furnace in the col south of the camp.

"This col is surrounded by mountains on three sides, which is just sheltered from the wind and rain, and it is best to put the blast furnace here."

"Good!"

Xue Zijin also said with satisfaction: "The equipment needed for the blast furnace should be available in the afternoon, and I will trouble you to help guide at that time." ”

Last night, she told her grandfather that she would set up a furnace here to make iron, and her grandfather asked her to choose a good place, and Uncle Yu should be able to send the materials in the afternoon.

However, she underestimated Yu Daqiang's ability to do things.

Before the afternoon, the blast furnace, pig iron and coal were sent one by one.

It's busy.

After the furnace for making iron was ready, the coal was also ignited.

Dozens of pounds of pig iron are put into the furnace and turned into molten iron.

According to the tips in the book, Xue Zijin purified and filtered over and over again under high temperatures.

Seventy or eighty catties of pig iron were purified to the end, and only eight catties of steel were obtained.

When an iron pot came out, Xue Zijin's little face was already as red as a monkey's ass.