Hearing this, Zhou Zhen held the brick tightly with his right hand, hid behind him, and slowly stretched out his left hand, quietly teasing the mat.

Call!

As soon as the straw mat opened a gap, an extraordinarily hot heat wave, mixed with the smoke peculiar to open flames, immediately pounced on him in the face.

As the straw mat was lifted little by little, in the spacious shed, a hot scene suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Zhen without concealment.

Facing Zhou Zhen were several shabby-dressed villagers with their hair tied up haphazardly, naked with their upper bodies exposed, exposing their lean chests, shouting trumpets, and pulling bellows with a snort.

Every blow of the bellows caused a burst of fire in the furnace, and the raging flames reflected everyone's faces in a rosy glow.

Dingdingding......

Four or five villagers in shirts stood in front of the anvil, swung their hammers, and struck the iron embryo in front of them with a special pattern.

From time to time, a reddish semi-finished product was caught by iron tongs and suddenly sank into a bucket of liquid next to it, emitting a violent sound of "Boom".

In this simple greenhouse built on earthen walls, there are 13 adult villagers.

Twelve of them were working hard, and the only one who didn't work was an old man with gray hair, his body was obviously stronger than that of ordinary villagers, even though he was old, his back was still straight, and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing his muscular arms, and there were many old and new scars on them, most of which were burns.

Dingdingding...... In the dense sound of hitting, the sparks burst out like fireworks.

The old man stood by the anvil casually, looking intently at the middle-aged villagers struggling to strike iron in front of him, as if he didn't care at all about Zhou Zhen who came in.

Looking at the extremely busy scene inside, Zhou Zhen frowned slightly, the twelve villagers who were striking iron were the official "ghost" members he had spied through the crack in the door in his house before!

These "ghosts" came to the blacksmith's shop, apparently to find out the news, why are they all striking iron here?

At this time, the old man suddenly opened his mouth and said to the middle-aged villager who was striking iron beside him: "Although iron is better than bronze, it will still rust!" It will rot! It will become fragile and damaged! ”

"Work hard, keep studying, and we'll soon be able to create a better metal than iron!"

"With the Immortal Method, even if the village is hidden deep in the valley and does not communicate with the outside world, it will get better and better!"

When the words fell, the official "ghosts" who were striking the iron suddenly perked up and shouted excitedly: "That's right! ”

"All this is for the sake of the village!"

"Chu Hu, that old stubborn, has been lying to us all the time!"

"What kind of evil is it, it's simply the law given by the immortals!"

"He must be worried that after we get the magic of the immortals, we will no longer believe in his useless witchcraft, so he slanders the immortals!"

"Not bad!"

"Let's continue to strike iron, work harder, and build mecha puppets!"

Listening to these energetic voices, Zhou Zhen immediately realized that something was wrong, but he was just about to turn around and leave, and suddenly he forgot about this thought.

So, Zhou Zhen stood at the door in a daze, his eyes sloppy.

Dingdingding......

Bell Bell Bell ......

The movement of striking iron came and went, sparks bloomed alternately, the firelight reflected the faces full of hope, and the fiery breath gushed out from the greenhouse.

The gray-haired old man turned around, looked at Zhou Zhen, and said lightly: "Bo Yan, it's cold outside, you come in first." ”

Hearing this, Zhou Zhen came back to his senses and subconsciously walked into the shed.

Crash!

The straw mat immediately fell behind him.

The old man walked to the back of the shed, and for a moment he stirred through the pile of miscellaneous items, and took out a half-worn hammer.

The old man handed it to Zhou Zhen and said slowly: "It's all from the village, don't rest, go and work." ”

Zhou Zhen always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't think of the problem, and when he saw the hammer handed in front of him, he inexplicably reached out and took it.

The hand hammer is cold to the hand, and the weight is not light, and it is very heavy.

The average child will have a hard time picking it up.

But Zhou Zhen has now recovered a little "digital energy", and it is effortless to grasp it with one hand.

Next, the old man took Zhou Zhen to an empty anvil next to him, leaning on an iron tong next to the anvil, and said as a matter of course: "You are a good material, try your hand here." ”

"Let's get started now!"

As he spoke, the old man turned around and left.

Zhou Zhen took the hammer, and suddenly felt a little strange, and tried his hand...... Only tools, no materials?

No......

There seems to be material......

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhen raised his right hand and subconsciously looked at the brick in his hand.

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The winter day, the bleak sun, gave a thin layer of warmth to the gray mud houses.

The village is quiet, with the occasional sound of poultry and livestock.

Maybe everyone was busy in the field and in the yard, and there was no one to see along the way.

Ghost 127 walked quickly on the rammed dirt floor, stopping from time to time to carefully observe the footprints and dirt marks on the ground before continuing to walk.

His goal was clear, and he went straight to the blacksmith shop.

Just now, he and No. 093 were guarding the door of the coffin shop, waiting for their companions inside to come out.

But after waiting for a long, long time, I never saw any of my companions appear.

So now, No. 093 is alone at the door of the coffin shop, and he is responsible for going back to report the situation to Liao Yonghong.

It took a little time, and Ghost 127 arrived at the door of the blacksmith's shop.

It's empty now, and there's not a single person in sight.

Liao Yonghong, Shao Yuzhi and other colleagues are all missing.

No. 127 looked around and was suddenly a little puzzled.

This is ancient times, there are no communication facilities, under normal circumstances, if the Liao team and all of them leave here, they will also send someone to inform them.

Or, leave a code for the meeting point here.

Now there is neither anyone coming, nor is there a code, is the Liao team forgetting? Or did everyone go to the blacksmith's shop?

Thinking of this, No. 127 immediately walked to the door of the blacksmith shop and reached out and knocked on the courtyard door.

Knock knock!

"Bo Wu! Bo Wu! Are you there? ”

No. 127 didn't shout a few times, the courtyard door was immediately opened, and Yue Cymbal, who had come out to greet the business before, walked out, looked at him with an unhappy face, and said very quietly: "What is the noise?" Daddy is sleeping, you be quiet! ”

"If you wake up the eldest father, it won't do anyone any good!"

Hearing this, No. 127 frowned and quickly asked, "I'm here to find Bo Wu, is Bo Wu in the blacksmith shop now?" ”

Yue Cymbal shook his head without thinking about it and said, "Not there!" ”

"Bo Wu left just now."

"Go to the village to find him yourself, don't scream here!"

As he spoke, he took a step back and returned to the courtyard, about to close the door.

Seeing that the courtyard gate was about to be closed again, No. 127 suddenly stretched out his arm and blocked the courtyard door.

Yue Cymbal raised his head, looked at him very dissatisfied, frowned and asked, "What else is going on?" ”

No. 127 said calmly: "I suddenly remembered that something at home was broken, and I had to buy a new hoe." ”

As he spoke, No. 127 looked through the cymbals and quickly looked into the courtyard.

He didn't believe what this Yue cymbal had just said, whether Team Liao was in this blacksmith shop now, he wanted to go in and see for himself!

At this time, as soon as he heard that he wanted to buy something, Yue Cymbal's attitude suddenly eased visibly to the naked eye, and immediately showed a little smile, and said: "Father has just baked a batch of farm tools, and the hoes are ready-made, do you want to be more expensive, or or?" I'll go in and get it for you. ”

No. 127 shook his head, looked at him closely, and said slowly: "In addition to the hoe, some other farm tools at home also need to be changed. ”

"I can't explain a sentence or two, let me go in and pick one myself."

Yue cymbals did not hesitate, and nodded very simply: "Okay!" ”

As he spoke, he opened the courtyard door and let No. 127 in.

127's muscles tensed, and his eyes quietly swept over the key points of the cymbals on his side, almost clinging to the other party's body, and slowly walked into the courtyard.

His position is very clever, ensuring that he can use the cymbal as a meat shield if there is any trouble, or grab the cymbal as a hostage, and follow the cymbal almost in unison.

Yue cymbals turned around and walked towards the courtyard with a big grin, as if he had no intention of discovering No. 127.

Although this yard is vast, there is no obstacle in the middle, and it can be said that the layout is clear at a glance.

Yue cymbals came directly to the greenhouse on the left side of the yard with No. 127.

The innermost side of this greenhouse is next to the earthen wall, and the other three sides are covered by straw mats. But at this moment, the straw mat facing the greenhouse on the right side was rolled up entirely, revealing the situation inside.

Furnaces, bellows, anvils, hammers...... The various tools of hand-striking iron are neatly arranged in the spacious shed.

Judging by the number of these tools, the scale of this blacksmith shop seems to be quite large.

It's just that at this moment, the stove is off, the anvil is covered with a layer of ash, and there is no temperature in the whole shed, which is as cold as outside.

It seems that the last time the furnace was turned on was a long time ago.

However, on a shelf near the door, there were all kinds of farm tools, hoes, nail rakes, sickles, kitchen knives, shovels......

These farm tools are equipped with fresh wooden handles, and the blades shine brightly, exuding a terrifying chill, new and sharp, as if they still carry the fire in the furnace that has not completely dissipated.

In the open space next to the shelf, there was a chaise longue with a patchwork on which lay an old man with gray hair.

The old man was covered with a sheepskin coat, and the coat was obviously very old, and the wool that was originally white had turned yellow-black in many places, and there were many patched stitches.

With his eyes closed, he lay in the semi-open air, his chest rising and falling regularly, as if he had slept deeply.

On the mud floor under the recliner, there is a baking pot, which is a common winter heating tool in ancient China, generally pottery, similar in shape to a flower basket, which is used to hold some straw that has not been completely burned from the stove, and the residual temperature can be used for flexible heating.

No. 127 noticed that there was a faint aroma of oranges in the pan, and it seemed that oranges were still being roasted.

Yue Cymbal came to the chaise longue and immediately tiptoed up, he turned around, made a silent gesture to No. 127, and then pointed to the shelves full of various farm tools, indicating that No. 127 could choose at will, but not make a sound, so as not to wake up the old man.

At this time, No. 127 had already looked left and right, and looked at all the neighborhood.

Without seeing Team Liao and other companions, nor did he see the internal code, No. 127 was a little disappointed in his heart, and he had no intention of carefully selecting farm tools, he casually took a hoe from the shelf, and prepared to leave directly on credit, no longer wasting time.

But as soon as the hoe was in his hands, he immediately noticed the problem.

This hoe is surprisingly light!

It can be said that almost all of its weight comes from the wooden handle, the hoe itself, which seems to be as light as nothing!

But that doesn't mean that this hoe is bad.

On the contrary, it looks as sharp as a knife, and just holding it in your hand, you can imagine how effortless and swift it will be when you hoe the ground.

This material, for No. 127, is very familiar.

It's not bronze! Not pure copper! Not iron! Not even steel! But...... A special alloy material for riot-proof mechs!

No. 127's pupils dilated slightly, and his eyes were full of astonishment.

This is the ancient Chinese kingdom!

Although to date, it is not possible to determine the specific dynasty.

However, even in the era when China began to rise in the world a hundred years ago, there could be no such alloy!

What's more, just a backward furnace in this broken shed?

Under normal circumstances, even if someone directly forges the formula, proportion, complete production process, and extraction methods of various elements of this alloy...... Broken and crumpled the blacksmith who told this era, the craftsman of this era, with the strength of the country, could not build it!

This requires the cooperation of the entire industrial chain, involving the efforts and efforts of countless disciplines.

In a flash of thought, No. 127 gradually calmed down.

This blacksmith shop, obviously, has a big problem!

He immediately gave up his intention to leave immediately, and continued to pick up the sickle, kitchen knife, and nail rake in front of him...... Look at them one by one.

Soon, No. 127 looked through most of the farm tools on the shelf.

Without exception, these farm tools are made of special alloys for riot-proof mechas.

This alloy is very light, but extremely strong, waterproof and fireproof, corrosion-resistant, easy to clean, can work normally in a variety of extreme environments, is one of the pearls of modern Chinese industry.

In the era where this village is located, iron tools were already born ahead of time, and weapons made of iron can be said to belong to dimensionality reduction strikes in this era.

These special alloy farm tools in front of them, although they still have the unique simplicity of the farmhouse in form, but when they are really used, it is no exaggeration to say that they can treat the enemy with iron tools as a live target with straw, and kill them like chopping melons and vegetables!

Any one of them is a weapon that is enough to leave a name in the history books, and it spontaneously has countless tall legends and halos!

Thinking of this, No. 127 made a gesture without moving, gestured with the cymbals, and signaled to these farm tools, and asked for them all!

Ask for a commuter pass!

(End of chapter)