Chapter 254 Steel and Tenderness
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Gong Zi Xu
Chapter 254 Steel and Tenderness
Wang Xiaoer looked at the piece of fine steel and asked, "Erlang, this piece of steel... can I let the old man do it?"
Fang Jun's face was full of black lines: "Could it be that someone wants to fight by himself?"
It's just a piece of steel, there will be plenty in the future, so what's so rare?This old man is rare and strange, and his heart is itchy right now, and it won't be long before, I'm afraid that such work will have to be assigned to apprentices, and I don't even bother to take a look at it...
"Okay!"
Wang Xiaoer beamed with joy, picked up the steel ingot happily, first put it on the fire and burned it red, then knocked off a piece weighing about three catties with a chisel, and put it under the precision forging hammer to beat.
The steel ingot was knocked into a thin piece by the forging hammer, the temperature dropped, and the golden red color of the burnt steel faded away. Wang Xiaoer put it on the forge and burned it red hot. As soon as the pliers were exerted, they were bent from the middle and stacked together, and then placed under the forge to beat.
While knocking, he explained to the disciples who surrounded him: "This kind of forging method produces a hundred refined steels, which can be made into precious swords and swords. They can cut gold and cut jade, cut heads and kill people without blood. But good steel is hard to come by. , I have been fighting with my master for 20 years, and I haven't played a few times in total, you guys are blessed, keep your eyes open for me, don't be distracted!"
A group of disciples hurriedly gathered closer, their eyes wide open, not wanting to miss any detail.
This is a hundred steelmaking!
Those legendary magical weapons that cut iron like mud and cut gold and jade are all made in this way!
The steel sheet is thinned again, folded again, and put into the forge to heat when it is cold... The so-called hundred steelmaking refers to the fact that every time it is heated in the furnace, it is called one refining, and it is called a hundred refining after one hundred times of returning to the furnace. Of course, it is only an approximate number. Some exaggeration.
In the era when hydraulic forging hammers were not used, the master used iron tongs to clamp the steel sheets, and the apprentices beat them with iron hammers. The hammers were hammered slowly by manpower, and the steel blanks would be cold after only a few knocks. They had to be returned to the furnace to heat them. It needs to be remelted four to six times, so it can only be refined for thirty to fifty years. If it is really refined, it is estimated that a knife will take three to five years...
The hydraulic forging hammer strikes dozens of times per minute, fast and powerful, and hits the steel blank as densely as a drum. It is more than ten times faster and more than ten times heavier than human power?
Wang Xiaoer exclaimed: "It's so fast! You little bastards are enjoying their blessings, and you stand and watch Master forge iron. I think that when your grandpa was making steel, Master and I swung the hammer for three days and two nights. Close your eyes, the shoulders on both sides are swollen and translucent..."
All the apprentices who spoke to each other kept their eyes on Wang Xiaoer's hand, for fear that they would not be able to learn the skill of making steel.
Wang Xiaoer recalled bitterness and sweetness to his apprentices, but he didn't stop working. The hydraulic forging hammer beat fast, and the steel billet was folded once before it was returned to the furnace. Twenty times after the furnace, it was folded twenty times. The level of [-] steelmaking.
Now it is time to use the forging hammer to shape the billet, and finally return it to the furnace to heat it once. Wang Xiaoer took it under the forging hammer and knocked it with a bang, gradually showing its shape.
The originally round iron ball turned into a flat and narrow iron bar, which could be vaguely seen as a horizontal knife with a long and narrow blade and a pointed tip.
Although it is only a semi-finished product, the cloud pattern on the blade body is faintly visible, like flowing water, like a star, the cold light is shining, and the blade's energy is soaring into the sky, it seems to be hanging on the wall as a dragon chant...
But Wang Xiaoer stopped working at this time.
Fang Junzheng watched with relish, and wondered, "Why didn't you fight?"
Wang Xiaoer wanted to despise the Patriarch, but he didn't dare... so he had to explain: "Such a good steel can't be in vain. The old man has to wrap a layer of wrought iron with good toughness on the outside of the blade. Quenching, only in this way can we get the highest quality Tang Dao!"
Fang Jun suddenly realized.
Tang Dao is an army sword, and its biggest function is combat. Its production process is strict, and another use in combat must also be considered, that is, armor-breaking and durability.
Armor-piercing requires hardness, and the cutting edge is narrow, while durability requires toughness, so Tang Dao adopts the most advanced steel-clad process.The wrought iron is used as the outer skin, and the steel is sandwiched in the middle. Part of the cutting edge adopts local quenching technology, that is, burning the blade with soil.The blade is hard and can cut through armor, while the blade is tough and durable.
This is also the biggest difference from the Japanese sword.
Fang Jun nodded. He also wanted to see how the horizontal knife made of ultra-modern steel combined with the best technology would be able to cut off the head and kill without blood...
***************
After leaving the iron factory and returning to Zhuangzi, Fang Jun immediately leaned on the kang, his eyelids were clenched, and he just wanted to sleep.
Working on this ironworks these days has almost exhausted his efforts.
Since he is not a professional smelter, he only starts with theoretical principles for all technologies, and then combines his own memory to explore a technological path in this foggy middle ages...
There is some feeling of exhaustion.
Fortunately, the result is good, although there are still deficiencies and flaws, let those craftsmen slowly discover and improve in the process of practice, he does not believe that no matter how arrogant the traverser can be, in a technological desert, make An industrial revolution?
What the fuck...
Drowsy, two soft little hands put on his shoulders and neck, and massaged slightly vigorously, Fang Jun groaned in comfort.
A faint fragrance followed, and as the clothes fluttered, a soft body was pressed against her side...
As soon as Fang Jun stretched out his hand, he accurately embraced a slender waist. Wu Meiniang was taken aback by surprise, let out a coquettish cry, and turned her head nervously to wait and see.There are people coming and going outside, and maids and maids pass by from time to time, if they are bumped into, how embarrassing would it be?
But just now Fang Jun handed over the iron factory to her without reservation, this trust filled her with tenderness, knowing that it was inappropriate, she still couldn't bear to refuse, so she rubbed against the kang and leaned against the room. Jun's body, let him hold her tightly, her pretty face slightly dizzy.
"Hehe, it seems that my lord still needs to work harder..." Fang Jun chuckled, opened his eyes and teased.
"Where is it!"
Embarrassed, Wu Meiniang lightly slapped him on the shoulder and said slightly annoyed: "Your servant sees that Mr. Lang is too tired these days, so I just want to relax you. But you are so careless, you grabbed him, How can the little girl break free?"
Fang Jun smiled without saying a word.
Wu Meiniang blushed, bit her cherry lips, looked at Fang Jun with watery apricot eyes, knowing that it was impossible to hide her thoughts from this man, so she asked softly, "Why... are you so kind to my family?"
Wu Meiniang buried these words in her heart for a long time.
Fangjiawan's business snowballed and grew bigger and bigger, and gradually became a commodity distribution center in Guanzhong, and the money and money that came into the account every day seemed to be flowing, but Fang Jun didn't care about it, and let her toss...
She could also see that Fang Jun could make money, but he never valued money. In his eyes, no amount of money was just a tool to achieve a certain goal.It makes sense to leave the pier and goods such as soap, candles, cement, etc. to her.
So, why did this iron factory have to be handed over to him?
Wu Meiniang could tell that this iron factory was definitely different from those businesses that were only for making money, and Fang Jun attached great importance to it like never before...
Fang Jun's generous palms swayed her delicate and smooth back through the thin shirt, feeling the moving toughness, and said with a smile: "In this world, parents raise me, brothers trust me and respect me, but they are just passers-by after all." , only my wife can help each other and stay with me for the rest of my life. Since I can be filial to my parents and be kind to my brothers, why can't I love my wife wholeheartedly and without reservation?"
To stay together for a lifetime?
Love with all your heart, without reservation?
Women in this era, have they ever been made such a promise by their men?This can break a woman's heart more than any love words. For such a man, which woman wouldn't fall in love madly, willing to give everything without complaining or regretting?
Wu Meiniang only felt a raging fire of love rising in her heart, burning herself completely in an instant...
Burn it, burn it!
Even if I burn everything, I will never be able to leave this man again...
Wu Meiniang was so emotional that she bent down and offered her red lips.
How lucky I was, my elder brother couldn't tolerate me, so I had no choice but to recommend himself to the palace, but he was not favored by the emperor; I committed myself to Fang Jun, thinking that I would be like this for the rest of my life as a concubine, begging for perfection, and living in panic.
Unexpectedly, the heavens also took pity on me, and would let me meet such a superb man with a big heart...
In this life, what can I ask for?
(End of this chapter)
Wang Xiaoer looked at the piece of fine steel and asked, "Erlang, this piece of steel... can I let the old man do it?"
Fang Jun's face was full of black lines: "Could it be that someone wants to fight by himself?"
It's just a piece of steel, there will be plenty in the future, so what's so rare?This old man is rare and strange, and his heart is itchy right now, and it won't be long before, I'm afraid that such work will have to be assigned to apprentices, and I don't even bother to take a look at it...
"Okay!"
Wang Xiaoer beamed with joy, picked up the steel ingot happily, first put it on the fire and burned it red, then knocked off a piece weighing about three catties with a chisel, and put it under the precision forging hammer to beat.
The steel ingot was knocked into a thin piece by the forging hammer, the temperature dropped, and the golden red color of the burnt steel faded away. Wang Xiaoer put it on the forge and burned it red hot. As soon as the pliers were exerted, they were bent from the middle and stacked together, and then placed under the forge to beat.
While knocking, he explained to the disciples who surrounded him: "This kind of forging method produces a hundred refined steels, which can be made into precious swords and swords. They can cut gold and cut jade, cut heads and kill people without blood. But good steel is hard to come by. , I have been fighting with my master for 20 years, and I haven't played a few times in total, you guys are blessed, keep your eyes open for me, don't be distracted!"
A group of disciples hurriedly gathered closer, their eyes wide open, not wanting to miss any detail.
This is a hundred steelmaking!
Those legendary magical weapons that cut iron like mud and cut gold and jade are all made in this way!
The steel sheet is thinned again, folded again, and put into the forge to heat when it is cold... The so-called hundred steelmaking refers to the fact that every time it is heated in the furnace, it is called one refining, and it is called a hundred refining after one hundred times of returning to the furnace. Of course, it is only an approximate number. Some exaggeration.
In the era when hydraulic forging hammers were not used, the master used iron tongs to clamp the steel sheets, and the apprentices beat them with iron hammers. The hammers were hammered slowly by manpower, and the steel blanks would be cold after only a few knocks. They had to be returned to the furnace to heat them. It needs to be remelted four to six times, so it can only be refined for thirty to fifty years. If it is really refined, it is estimated that a knife will take three to five years...
The hydraulic forging hammer strikes dozens of times per minute, fast and powerful, and hits the steel blank as densely as a drum. It is more than ten times faster and more than ten times heavier than human power?
Wang Xiaoer exclaimed: "It's so fast! You little bastards are enjoying their blessings, and you stand and watch Master forge iron. I think that when your grandpa was making steel, Master and I swung the hammer for three days and two nights. Close your eyes, the shoulders on both sides are swollen and translucent..."
All the apprentices who spoke to each other kept their eyes on Wang Xiaoer's hand, for fear that they would not be able to learn the skill of making steel.
Wang Xiaoer recalled bitterness and sweetness to his apprentices, but he didn't stop working. The hydraulic forging hammer beat fast, and the steel billet was folded once before it was returned to the furnace. Twenty times after the furnace, it was folded twenty times. The level of [-] steelmaking.
Now it is time to use the forging hammer to shape the billet, and finally return it to the furnace to heat it once. Wang Xiaoer took it under the forging hammer and knocked it with a bang, gradually showing its shape.
The originally round iron ball turned into a flat and narrow iron bar, which could be vaguely seen as a horizontal knife with a long and narrow blade and a pointed tip.
Although it is only a semi-finished product, the cloud pattern on the blade body is faintly visible, like flowing water, like a star, the cold light is shining, and the blade's energy is soaring into the sky, it seems to be hanging on the wall as a dragon chant...
But Wang Xiaoer stopped working at this time.
Fang Junzheng watched with relish, and wondered, "Why didn't you fight?"
Wang Xiaoer wanted to despise the Patriarch, but he didn't dare... so he had to explain: "Such a good steel can't be in vain. The old man has to wrap a layer of wrought iron with good toughness on the outside of the blade. Quenching, only in this way can we get the highest quality Tang Dao!"
Fang Jun suddenly realized.
Tang Dao is an army sword, and its biggest function is combat. Its production process is strict, and another use in combat must also be considered, that is, armor-breaking and durability.
Armor-piercing requires hardness, and the cutting edge is narrow, while durability requires toughness, so Tang Dao adopts the most advanced steel-clad process.The wrought iron is used as the outer skin, and the steel is sandwiched in the middle. Part of the cutting edge adopts local quenching technology, that is, burning the blade with soil.The blade is hard and can cut through armor, while the blade is tough and durable.
This is also the biggest difference from the Japanese sword.
Fang Jun nodded. He also wanted to see how the horizontal knife made of ultra-modern steel combined with the best technology would be able to cut off the head and kill without blood...
***************
After leaving the iron factory and returning to Zhuangzi, Fang Jun immediately leaned on the kang, his eyelids were clenched, and he just wanted to sleep.
Working on this ironworks these days has almost exhausted his efforts.
Since he is not a professional smelter, he only starts with theoretical principles for all technologies, and then combines his own memory to explore a technological path in this foggy middle ages...
There is some feeling of exhaustion.
Fortunately, the result is good, although there are still deficiencies and flaws, let those craftsmen slowly discover and improve in the process of practice, he does not believe that no matter how arrogant the traverser can be, in a technological desert, make An industrial revolution?
What the fuck...
Drowsy, two soft little hands put on his shoulders and neck, and massaged slightly vigorously, Fang Jun groaned in comfort.
A faint fragrance followed, and as the clothes fluttered, a soft body was pressed against her side...
As soon as Fang Jun stretched out his hand, he accurately embraced a slender waist. Wu Meiniang was taken aback by surprise, let out a coquettish cry, and turned her head nervously to wait and see.There are people coming and going outside, and maids and maids pass by from time to time, if they are bumped into, how embarrassing would it be?
But just now Fang Jun handed over the iron factory to her without reservation, this trust filled her with tenderness, knowing that it was inappropriate, she still couldn't bear to refuse, so she rubbed against the kang and leaned against the room. Jun's body, let him hold her tightly, her pretty face slightly dizzy.
"Hehe, it seems that my lord still needs to work harder..." Fang Jun chuckled, opened his eyes and teased.
"Where is it!"
Embarrassed, Wu Meiniang lightly slapped him on the shoulder and said slightly annoyed: "Your servant sees that Mr. Lang is too tired these days, so I just want to relax you. But you are so careless, you grabbed him, How can the little girl break free?"
Fang Jun smiled without saying a word.
Wu Meiniang blushed, bit her cherry lips, looked at Fang Jun with watery apricot eyes, knowing that it was impossible to hide her thoughts from this man, so she asked softly, "Why... are you so kind to my family?"
Wu Meiniang buried these words in her heart for a long time.
Fangjiawan's business snowballed and grew bigger and bigger, and gradually became a commodity distribution center in Guanzhong, and the money and money that came into the account every day seemed to be flowing, but Fang Jun didn't care about it, and let her toss...
She could also see that Fang Jun could make money, but he never valued money. In his eyes, no amount of money was just a tool to achieve a certain goal.It makes sense to leave the pier and goods such as soap, candles, cement, etc. to her.
So, why did this iron factory have to be handed over to him?
Wu Meiniang could tell that this iron factory was definitely different from those businesses that were only for making money, and Fang Jun attached great importance to it like never before...
Fang Jun's generous palms swayed her delicate and smooth back through the thin shirt, feeling the moving toughness, and said with a smile: "In this world, parents raise me, brothers trust me and respect me, but they are just passers-by after all." , only my wife can help each other and stay with me for the rest of my life. Since I can be filial to my parents and be kind to my brothers, why can't I love my wife wholeheartedly and without reservation?"
To stay together for a lifetime?
Love with all your heart, without reservation?
Women in this era, have they ever been made such a promise by their men?This can break a woman's heart more than any love words. For such a man, which woman wouldn't fall in love madly, willing to give everything without complaining or regretting?
Wu Meiniang only felt a raging fire of love rising in her heart, burning herself completely in an instant...
Burn it, burn it!
Even if I burn everything, I will never be able to leave this man again...
Wu Meiniang was so emotional that she bent down and offered her red lips.
How lucky I was, my elder brother couldn't tolerate me, so I had no choice but to recommend himself to the palace, but he was not favored by the emperor; I committed myself to Fang Jun, thinking that I would be like this for the rest of my life as a concubine, begging for perfection, and living in panic.
Unexpectedly, the heavens also took pity on me, and would let me meet such a superb man with a big heart...
In this life, what can I ask for?
(End of this chapter)
