Tangyi's father, Sister Leopard, and Silly Eagle went out and brought back thirty twelve or thirteen-year-old 'human animals'.

These half-sized children have unkempt hair, black and thin, and on their slender and long necks, they have a huge head, like some stunted bean sprouts, which makes people worry that they will be crushed at any time.

In addition, the whip marks on the bodies of these teenagers, the scars on their wrists and ankles, and the scars from the ropes were clearly visible, because they were so thin, their ribs were shocking, and they almost wanted to pierce the crumpled black skin.

Obviously, it is a miracle that these worthless 'young people' have suffered great sins at the hands of slave hunters, and they have been able to survive until now.

Seeing these teenagers, Yang Chuan suddenly remembered that he was a slave in the Western Regions.

His face was gloomy and terrifying, and he looked at the young men who were silent for a long time before he sighed and showed a warm smile: "Uncle Tangyi, let them drink light salt water and millet porridge for two or three days, and then drink broth for a few days, and then hang their lives." ”

"Leave it to Aunt Salena to take care of."

"When they have completely recovered their strength, let them go to the kitchen to do chores first, and when I am free, teach them to chop vegetables, chop meat, and turn the spoon ......."

……

After settling down thirty and a half children, Yang Chuan plunged into the large warehouse where the refined iron was stored, and began to smelt the refined iron, cast and debug the 'new foot plow', and became busy day and night.

Whether it is the smelting of steel, or the casting and debugging of the 'new type of plow', the current Han Empire is highly secret, so except for his cousin's father, Yang Chuan did not dare to let other servants participate, so as not to leak the news.

So, Huo Qubing and the twenty-one Yulin orphans naturally became the best helpers.

Of course, the reason why they were allowed to participate in 'striking iron', Yang Chuan had his own considerations-

In the future, the weapons, armor, horseshoes, and even the stirrups and Takahashi saddles that cannot be easily shown at the moment must be extremely amazing, and the number of 'hole cards' must be extremely amazing, and he can't be allowed to be a blacksmith for a lifetime, right?

What's more, such an arrangement is actually to show Liu Che and the imperial court that he Yang Chuan is only good for the Han Empire, and he does not have the slightest bad intentions.

Huo Qubing is Liu Che's heart, there is no doubt about it.

Therefore, some extremely secret and important things are best done with Huo Quai, and there should not be too many mistakes.

As for Cao Xiang...... Outline.

"Going sick, can you make a little effort?"

"Sick, haven't eaten for the past few days? It's soft to pull a bellow, can you do it? ”

"Who is that, you can help Huo Quai, see how weak he looks, oops, it's a pity that he has a lot of tendons......"

At the beginning of steelmaking and ironmaking, Yang Chuan's bad taste was very obvious, while adding concentrate powder to the furnace, while carefully observing the subtle changes of the iron in the furnace fire, his mouth was not idle for a moment, and he screamed at Huo Quai.

"Yang Chuan, is the boy finished?"

Huo Quzhi only wore a pair of deerskin shorts tied around his waist, revealing a well-proportioned and domineering tendon meat, which made Yang Chuan greedy for a while, and couldn't help laughing: "Hundred refining into steel and finger softness, this is where to go." ”

"Why don't you keep silent when others are blowing, but when a certain house is blowing, you chirp crookedly, yin and yang weirdly?" Huo Quzhi scolded angrily while struggling to blow the wind.

However, scolding and scolding, his subordinates are really trying their best to blow the wind.

Without him, since he saw the power of a few 'kitchen knives', he was convinced by Yang Chuan's iron-striking skills, and kept begging to get him a few 'kitchen utensils'.

In particular, the three-edged spikes make this thing unforgettable......

"Because you are Huo Quai," Yang Chuan was in a good mood when he turned his head to look at Huo Quai, who was sweating profusely, "Don't worry, after this test is successful, I will give you a good kitchen knife first." ”

Huo Quzhi said angrily: "A certain family doesn't want a kitchen knife!" ”

Yang Chuan smiled indifferently: "Okay, then I'll get you a big hammer, and you and Uncle Tangyi will switch hammers to hit iron?" ”

Huo Quzhi: "It's okay." ”

In fact, it was a real pleasure to watch Tang Yi's father swing the hammer, stable and powerful, under the command of Yang Chuan's small hammer, raindrops fell on the black and red iron blocks, like the drums of war.

"However, when the steel you said is smelted, give me a three-edged spike first!" Huo Quzhi said with a smile.

"No problem, as long as we can refine good steel, the armor and blades of our field camp will definitely be prioritized," Yang Chuan's eyes stared at the iron juice in the furnace, and suddenly shouted: "Open the furnace!" ”

"Filler, stir!"

"Sprinkle concentrate powder!"

Everyone was in high spirits, and they were busy when they landed, opening the furnace and filling the filler; Uncle Tangyi's father carried a wooden bucket and sprinkled the pre-prepared concentrate powder into the iron juice and stirred it quickly with an iron rod.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the bright red iron juice until it gradually became dim, and finally became a black lump.

Yang Chuan clamped it to the anvil with iron tongs, and struck it with a small hammer in his hand.

Tangyi's father had already picked up the sledgehammer and struck it hard.

Ding, bell; Ding, bell......

Visible to the naked eye, the lump of black and red iron gradually turned into a cake-shaped, and after being folded more than a dozen times, it became a long flat strip; With the blow of the hammer, the black scales on its surface fell one after another, scattering evenly on the anvil.

Half an hour later, after more than a dozen processes such as reheating, repeated tempering, and quenching, a decent 'kitchen knife' was finally made.

Yang Chuan held the kitchen knife, observed carefully, and lightly tapped it with a small hammer a few times, his brows tightened: "Not yet......

Everyone was deflated at once, and their faces were depressed.

Especially Huo Quai, he was even more anxious, he lifted a large bucket of cold water, poured it on his head and body, and shouted angrily: "It's really a special mother!" ”

Yang Chuan casually threw the kitchen knife into a large pile of 'semi-finished products', sat on the ground, spread out a roll of sheepskin and scribbled on it, even if his hair was scattered and his face was tired, his eyes were bright and bright: "It's just a little bit." ”

The iron and steel smelting technology of the Han Empire was very developed, and the so-called 'steel frying method' and 'concentrate powder replacement method' could even be done by Zhuo's blacksmith shop.

The problem is that the steel smelted in this way is hard, but the toughness is insufficient, and it cannot meet the requirements in Yang Chuan's mind at all.

The swords of the generals above the captain level of the Han Empire can easily cut gold and cut iron, and sharpen iron like clay, which sounds very powerful; Actually, if you really want to talk about it, you can't do it at all.

Whether it is wear resistance or flexibility, even if it is to build a small horseshoe, it will only be scrapped in three or five hundred miles......

In the absence of an electric arc melting furnace and an oxygen blowing converter, the best way Yang Chuan can think of for open-hearth steelmaking is the 'alkaline converter steelmaking method'.

It's too hard for him to be a little cook!

"It's still not thorough enough to dephosphorize and desulfurize," Yang Chuan slowly raised his head and rubbed his cheeks vigorously, "Uncle Tangyi, readjust the ratio of our concentrate powder......

……

In the midst of the chaos, more than a dozen days and nights passed.

Yang Chuan finally became a little anxious: seeing that spring was about to begin, his new-style walking plough had not yet seen a shadow; Not even a decent piece of steel has been smelted.

He was exhausted.

The long-term torment, coupled with the overload of physical labor, made his already thin little body lose its human shape, unkempt hair, pale face, and bloodshot eyes, needless to say.

Even the glimmer of thieves in his eyes is now a little dim.

"That's not good, Yang Chuan, why don't you rest for a few days?" Huo Quzhi was also tired, but in the end, his body was strong, and his condition was much better than Yang Chuan.

He said with great concern: "Actually, the steel we smelt now is much better than that made by the master craftsmen of the imperial court, so let's take a breath and do it again." ”

Yang Chuan walked around on the ground, chanting words in his mouth: "Spring is about to begin, spring is about to begin......"

Seeing that Yang Chuan was in a daze, Huo Quzhi smiled helplessly, and snatched the big hammer from Tangyi's father's hand: "Come on, let him take a breath, let's try once." ”

So, in a hectic period of smelting, beating, quenching, folding, and refurnace...... After.

Under the command of Huo Quai's shouting, after nearly an hour of tossing, a crooked and ugly 'kitchen knife' finally took shape.

Holding his first work, Huo Qu couldn't cry or laugh, and threw it to his cousin's father: "Look, our craftsmanship is okay?" ”

Tangyi's father carried the kitchen knife, looked at it carefully, and a big black face gradually showed a touch of surprise, and said angrily: "Childe, I found out what the problem is. ”

When Yang Chuan heard this, he stopped, frowned and asked, "What's the problem?" ”

"Huo Langjun's strength is strong, but it is not long-lasting," Tangyi's father handed the kitchen knife with both hands, "The firepower is sometimes fierce, sometimes weak, this is one reason, and ...... Huo Langjun's sledgehammer is good. ”

Yang Chuan took the 'kitchen knife' with some doubts.

He examined it carefully, stretched out a finger, and flicked it lightly on the surface of the knife.

I have to say that the kitchen knife made by Huo Quzhi is really a bit ugly, twisted and pitted, but it's a pity that it is a good piece of steel......

Not right, stainless steel?

Yang Chuan carried the kitchen knife, carefully observed the fine lines on it, and weighed it a few times in his hand.

He casually took a 'semi-finished kitchen knife' that he had made before and waved his hand lightly.

There was a soft sound of 'bang', and the half-finished product was cut off and fell to the ground with a jingling sound, which sounded very pleasant.

This scene made everyone stunned: "It's done? ”

"Hahaha, it's a success!"

"We made it......"

The teenagers cheered loudly, and the smiles on their tired little faces were real and pure; There were several Yulin orphans, and they even burst into tears, hugging each other and screaming non-stop.

Only Huo Quai, with a blank face, reached out and scratched the back of his head, grinning: "Yang Chuan, is it really done?" ”

Yang Chuan nodded: "It's done." ”

He glanced at Huo Quai's illness with deep meaning, then at his cousin's father, and walked to the smelting furnace to meditate for a while: "Uncle cousin's father, what you said has some truth, but it's ......."

There were some things he couldn't say.

The same smelting method, the same dephosphorization and desulfurization formula, the same proportion of concentrate powder, and even the iron juice stirring method is similar.

The problem is that he didn't smelt real steel himself.

Unexpectedly.

Huo Quzhi tossed around a few times, and it was almost done? Looking at the ugly 'kitchen knife' in his hand, Yang Chuan finally felt that there were some things in this world, which was really a bit mysterious, which made him a little trance for a while.

Is this the luck of the Chosen One?

Well, Yang Chuan admits that at this moment, he is really happy, happy for Huo Quai.

At the same time, I am happy that I am lucky.

"Firepower and heat are one aspect," Yang Chuan walked up to Huo Quzhi and patted the sturdy shoulder of this thing, "But the sledgehammer is really good, and he is a good blacksmith." ”

"Go sick, do a good job, I'll cook for us."

"Everyone wants to eat roasted whole sheep, sour rotten meat, stir-fried lamb, spicy deer tendons, braised pork in sauce, noodles with oily meat, stir-fried shredded tripe, cold-cut beef tendons, stewed pork ribs with sauerkraut, and grilled beef tenderloin on the iron plate...... Take your pick! ”

Twenty-one Yulin orphans cheered in unison: "Little children will pick and choose!" ”

Huo Quzhi carried a big hammer in his hand, took a big step forward, and stared at Yang Chuan fiercely: "All of them!" ”

It was busy at eight o'clock in the evening, after returning home. When I turned on the computer, there was a snap (the sound of the keyboard), and I hurried to write a chapter, and I felt comfortable when I boarded it.

I hope the reader is also comfortable.

(End of chapter)