For the shouts of the old craftsmen, Zhou Yang pretended not to hear it, and walked out by himself.

Seeing that the smelting technology like a rare treasure is going farther and farther, these craftsmen are anxious to turn around in place.

It's worse than killing them!

In the end, the old craftsman gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, hurriedly stepped forward, and directly stopped Zhou Yang.

"This son, wait a minute, what you just said is not negotiable!"

Seeing that the old craftsman came up directly to stop him, Zhou Yang stopped and looked at the old man in front of him with interest.

"So, are you interested in building those things for me?"

When Zhou Yang asked, he choked the old craftsman again, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

After a long time, he asked Zhou Yang.

"Dare to ask what is the purpose of this boy to create those things?"

When asking this sentence, the old craftsman also looked at Zhou Yang in front of him, as if he wanted to use his own eyes to see through the young man in front of him.

Zhou Yang still had such an indifferent expression, smiled lightly, and said very naturally.

"Of course, it's for self-defense, in such a troubled world, if I don't have sophisticated weapons to defend myself, my little life may be lost one day."

Hearing Zhou Yang say that he wanted to use weapons to defend himself, the old craftsman breathed a long sigh of relief.

If they only use weapons to defend themselves, they are not impossible to build.

Although the imperial court is very strict about the control of weapons, for the sons of some large families, it is also very normal to go out with a sword to defend themselves, and they only need to report to the court.

"In that case, the old man can help Childe build some weapons for self-defense!"

The old craftsman finally relented.

As he spoke, his eyes were still staring at Zhou Yang's chest, and inside his clothes, there was the drawing on the smelting and forging technology.

This old man's dedication to technology is beyond imagination.

Now their family is so poor that they can't even open the lid of the pot, but they don't care at all about the 1,000 taels of silver Zhou Yang gave them just now.

On the contrary, I am very interested in this forging technology.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to compromise with Zhou Yang.

"Well, in that case, then it's a matter of words!"

Zhou Yang had a smile on his face, and directly took out the drawings in his arms and slapped them on the hands of the old craftsman.

After getting this drawing, the old craftsman's eyes suddenly lit up.

He opened the drawings with excitement on his face, looked at them carefully, and asked Zhou Yang casually.

"Dare to ask this son, how many swords do you want to build?"

The expression on his face was very relaxed, anyway, he had already broken through his bottom line, since he promised to help others build weapons, then hurry up!

After all, it is a weapon for self-defense, and if a noble son like this can hit three or five times, it is already a breakthrough.

"Two hundred knives, two hundred daggers, two hundred pairs of armor."

The short sentence came out, and the old craftsman, who was still smiling just now, suddenly pulled his face down.

He just stood in place in a daze, pulling a face to look at Zhou Yang in front of him, and now he seriously doubted that this noble son in front of him was making fun of himself?

Two hundred and eight knives, two hundred daggers, and even more unacceptable two hundred pairs of armor.

Can this thing be called for self-protection? Such a configuration can already be regarded as a small-scale armed force, especially after adding armor, two hundred people can completely deal with nearly a thousand ordinary infantry.

Now the old craftsman only felt a cold sweat coming out of his back.

After a long time, he reacted, and looked at Zhou Yang in front of him incredulously.

"Don't joke about this boy anymore, two hundred sets of weapons and armor, where is this used for self-defense?"

The old craftsman looked at Zhou Yang in front of him and said cautiously.

"When Lao Yu was in the ordnance prison before, he also gave some self-defense weapons to these noble sons in Beijing, and they only had a dozen swords at most, and they equipped the guards around them."

"Childe, your mouth is about two hundred, which is a bit too ......"

Zhou Yang directly rolled his eyes and interrupted the old craftsman's words.

"You personally promised me just now that you would help me build weapons."

"And I didn't say how much I want to build just now, which means that you have already acquiesced, no matter how much I speak, you have to help me build."

"Now that the drawings are in your hands, they turn their faces and don't recognize people, which is not appropriate!"

Zhou Yang immediately began to play the scoundrel now.

Anyway, these weapons are determined to be built by themselves, and with the weapons in their own guards, if there is really any large-scale battle, they will definitely suffer.

This journey to the Qin State is extremely dangerous, and these hardware and equipment should be better than better.

These words made the expressions on the faces of these old craftsmen extremely ugly.

One by one, it was as if someone had stuffed bitter gourd into their mouths, and they had a sad face when they were bitter.

After thinking about it for a long time, the old craftsman seemed to have come up with some reason.

"It's not difficult to build weapons for Childe, but the problem is that you see that we old guys are already old arms and legs."

"If we build it to the limit, there will be no problem, but I'm afraid we ...... these two hundred sets of weapons and armor."

Just before the old craftsman finished speaking, a group of strong men suddenly broke in from outside, standing in front of these craftsmen.

No more, no less, a full two hundred!

These men were filled with a fierce aura, which immediately frightened those old craftsmen.

"Masters, these people in front of me are the guards around me, and the weapons and armor to be built next are also for them."

"I also thought of a few people who are old, and they must be powerless to strike iron with a hammer, so it's up to them to do it for you!"

"They can't do anything else, but all of them have this strength, and a few of them just need to command them to do it."

Looking at these men in front of him, the old craftsman was directly dumbfounded.

He never thought that this noble son would be so thoughtful and thoughtful, and even the people who would give them hammers and listen to the command were ready.

However, this husband happens to be a person who has been in the arms prison, and he can be regarded as having seen some of the world.

After seeing these men in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but narrow.

These people are clearly not ordinary guards, but like people in the army.