Wencheng took Xiao Duo'er, and as soon as he stepped into the workshop, he felt a hot air steaming in the air.

A strong man with a big waist and a round waist was beside the stove, carefully observing the color of the fire, and when he felt that the fire was ready, he quickly took out the iron in the hearth, put it on top of the anvil, picked up the big iron hammer and hammered it. This is Wencheng's eldest brother Wen Yuan.

"Big brother, you're busy. ”

"Put!"

Well, as always, it's concise and unpretentious.

"Brother, I want to make a knife. ”

"Go over there and have fun with yourself, don't bother me. ”

Wen Cheng looked at the corner of the workshop, piled up dozens of swords, guns and swords, and pouted. These ordinary goods, Wencheng will put it in his eyes. Having said that, although this world is already using iron tools, it is still very primitive in terms of smelting, and it is smashed with a hammer. When it is smashed out, he dares to call himself steel, which is completely different from the steel in Wencheng's memory.

The steel that Wencheng thinks should be made of high-temperature steelmaking or blast furnace smelting, and such steel can be called good steel. But in this day and age, it is clearly impossible. However, as far as he knows, in addition to high-temperature steelmaking, there is actually a low-temperature steelmaking method.

The forging method of the Qijia knife is an improved forging method of the sword, and it is a low-temperature steelmaking method.

Coupled with the handsomeness and practicality of the Qi family knife, Wen Cheng's heart suddenly began to itch.

"Ahem, I recently got a forging secret technique, I don't know if you're interested, brother. ”

"Brother, come and sit down and talk slowly. Let's take a sip of tea first, what kind of forging secret technique, tell my brother?"

Wen Yuan's thick palm pressed on Wen Cheng's shoulder, directly brought him to the table and sat down, and poured Wen Cheng a cup of tea with his hand. The coquettish tone caused goosebumps and chills all over Wencheng's body.

Forging, hammering, folding, repeated hammering, quenching, mud covering......

The forging process of the sword is complicated, and Wencheng carefully explained it to the eldest brother every step.

Just do it is Wen Yuan's style, and after repeatedly asking Wen Cheng, after making sure that there was no omission, he selected a piece of iron and threw it into the furnace, ready to forge.

Wencheng was bored and could only sit at the table and drink tea.

And he was asked by Wen Yuan to stay away from him, otherwise it would affect his inspiration, he was a typical daughter-in-law marrying a matchmaker and throwing it over the wall.

Wen Yuan began forging in an orderly manner according to Wen Cheng's instructions, but at the end, the iron shattered on the anvil.

"Brother, what's wrong, this steel is indeed much harder than what I forged before, but it's also too brittle, it shatters when you touch it, and it's impossible to make a sword. Is there something wrong with you?"

Wen Cheng was sure that he was not mistaken, his memory was superhuman now, and he could clearly recall even the things that he had occasionally glanced at before. Not to mention this kind of thing he has paid attention to.,And his method is not randomly browsed on the Internet.,It's a sword lover's sticker bar.,There's a guy showing off his family's ancestral forging method.,Several bigwigs who have tried it themselves in the sticker bar say that his method is much more subtle than usual.。

Some bigwigs said that the material forged according to this method is actually not a simple steel, but an extremely special alloy, which is very suitable for making swords.

Alloy.

Wen Cheng pinched the black and gray iron in his hand and pondered, if it was alloyed, it seemed that he was going to add rare elements.

Rare element.

"Someone. ”

A housekeeper came in through the door.

"The eldest son, the second son, please command. ”

"Have you ever seen a kind of clay that is yellowish-white or silvery-white, soft, sticky, and can be kneaded like dough when you dig it up from the ground? ”

"Second son, I haven't seen the little one. ”

"Let's go down. Wencheng waved him out.

"Brother, this kind of soil is very important?" Wen Yuan asked cautiously.

Wen Cheng nodded silently, although he already had a guess in his heart, but he was not sure if it was the reason he thought.

Wen Yuan clapped his two big hands like pu fans, "Everyone stop what they are in their hands in advance and come over." ”

"What's the matter, owner. ”

"yes, what's so important, I've got steel in my furnace. ”

Wen Yuan is obsessed with striking iron, and he stays in the workshop every day, not to mention, his skills are still the best in the entire workshop. Therefore, other craftsmen and apprentices like to call him the master, but no one calls him the eldest prince, and he does not mind, but likes this title very much.

Wen Cheng repeated what he had just said again.

Everyone shook their heads.

"Second son, I've seen this kind of dirt. ”

"Oh, where, are you sure you've seen it?" Wencheng's eyes lit up.

"It's all this stuff in the field right in front of my house, under a thin layer of dirt. I heard my father say that the soil layer of this land is too thin, and there is no harvest for planting, all of which are planted with one gourd and two scoops, if this land can have other land harvests, my father will not be willing to send me out as an apprentice, it is really impossible to support, no way. When I was a child, I dug this dirt out of the ground with my own hands, and it was a lot of fun to dig it up and rub it into all kinds of animals. ”

With a smile on his face, Wen Cheng reached out and patted the fourteen or fifteen-year-old apprentice on the shoulder, "Don't worry, if it's really the kind of dirt that this son is looking for, your family will be rich." How about digging some for me now?"

The apprentice's face flushed with excitement, "Yes, Second Son." ”

"Come on, arrange a few people to go with him, and quickly dig two buckets of dirt for this son. ”

The time of waiting for others always passed very slowly, and Wen Cheng and Wen Yuan both stood at the door with their necks stretched out, and only waited until the apprentice came back with two buckets of dirt.

"Why did it take so long to come back? ”

Before Wen Cheng could speak, Wen Yuan couldn't wait to count at the apprentice and the family for a while. In fact, they didn't take too long, and they didn't dare to delay at all, which was about an hour and a half in total, which was already very fast.

However, they all knew Wen Yuan's personality and didn't take it to heart.

Wen Yuan opened a wooden barrel, looked at it and asked Wen Cheng, "Brother, is this it?"

Wen Cheng saw the silver-white soil inside the wooden barrel, and pinched a little bit and rubbed it between his fingers. Delicate and silky, until the end of the rubbing, I don't feel the slightest bit of hardness.

"That's it. ”

Wen Yuan suddenly smiled, pointed to the family and the apprentice and said, "Come on, one person will be rewarded with five taels of silver, and you, you will be rewarded with twenty taels." Then he turned around and asked Wencheng, "How do you use this thing?" ”

Add some water to mix into a thick porridge shape, and then replace it for quenching. ”

Wen Yuan immediately arranged for someone to do it, and he picked out a piece of iron again, and continued to forge it according to the secret method that Wen Cheng said.

When the reddish iron is put into the thick porridge made of earth, a puff of white smoke rises from the boiling mud. After a while, the iron cooled, and the iron was taken out of the mud, and the soil attached to the surface of the iron was gently knocked off, and a touch of silver white jumped into the eyes of the two.

It's done.

Wencheng was overjoyed, just looking at the color of the iron, he knew that it had gone out of the category of ordinary steel.

Wen Yuan looked at the iron material that had changed greatly, and a sense of joy also filled his heart. Flicked his fingers on the iron, the voice was crisp and long, and it took a long time to calm down, and he didn't need to ask Wencheng to know that he had succeeded. It was more steel than anything he had ever seen before. Unable to hold back the excitement in his heart, Wen Yuan put the steel into the furnace again and burned it red, and then began to forge it according to the method Wen Cheng said.

Forging, cooling, cutting, decorating.

Soon a long knife appeared in front of Wen Cheng.

The blade is silvery-white, wide and slender, narrow and curved, and the most rare thing is the fine natural lines on the blade like cirrus clouds and waves.

Wen Yuan held the long knife, his fingers caressing the lines, his expression affectionate and obsessive.

Wen Cheng seriously doubted that he was not so obsessed with women at the time.

Wen Yuan held the knife and waved it towards the stake where the knife was tested, without feeling the slightest hindrance, and the thick stake at the mouth of the bowl broke into two knots at once. When I turned my hand, I didn't even have a small mark on the blade.

"Good knife, good knife. If it weren't for your secret recipe, brother, I wouldn't have been able to create such a good knife in my life. ”

Suddenly, Wen Yuan seemed to think of something, and casually put the long knife that he had just regarded as a forbidden body on the table. Run again to pick out a piece of iron and start forging.

Calcining, hammering. This time, Wen Yuan carried out six consecutive steps in the mud quenching step.

Wen Cheng stood next to his eldest brother, watching the movements of his hands for some reason.

"Don't be surprised, it's the same as the big brother thinks. Each time the mud quenching is added, the hardness and toughness of the steel will be increased by one layer. It's a pity that with my strength, I can quench it six times at most, and I won't be able to hammer this steel any more. ”

Six long knives quenched with mud were crafted.

Unlike the long knife that was quenched once, this knife is already silver-white throughout, and even the natural lines on the blade are gone.

Wen Cheng picked up two silver-white long knives with both hands, and with a slight bump of the blades, the long knives that Wen Yuan regarded as treasures at first were cut off in an instant.

Wen Cheng looked at the long knife with a bright body and no traces, and his heart was full of joy. His original purpose was just to have a long knife that he forged for the first time to be satisfied, but he didn't expect that his eldest brother was so talented that he drew inferences from one case and forged a sword ten times greater.

"Haha, good knife, it's the same as I dreamed, I'll call you Qijia knife from now on. ”

As soon as Wen Cheng finished speaking, he received a slap on the back of the head.

"What Qi family knife, is your surname Qi, or is your surname Qi and my surname Qi?"

Wen Chengyi happily forgot that his current surname is Wen, which is the reality of the second son of Wenfu. Turning to look at the angry father, "Dad, why are you here." ”

"My two sons have been in the workshop for more than ten days, so can't I, the father, come and see it?"