"Hundred steelmaking?" The old sergeant showed a hint of mocking on his face, "Do you think it's Wei and Jin Dynasties now? They are all tempered by this method. It's not enough to add a hundred times to this number!"

Yue Qianqiu was shocked and finally felt guilty. The only thing he knew about the ironworking these days was the term "Baijian Steel". He had just wandered around, just pricked up his ears and wanted to see who had better skills.

"And, you are not a small tone. The fine iron is forged and light. After the hundred forged, it is called the hundred-sharpening steel. This is from the book? The hundred-sharpening is just an exaggeration. If it is really a hundred-sharpening, then steel cannot be used. In the past, during the Wei and Jin Dynasties, these people who were called hundred-sharpening steel were used on those famous swords and swords, and a small piece would take several months to achieve. You are not a general who fought on the battlefield. If you want such magical weapons and weapons, you are just put on the shelf to show off. What's the use?"

After hearing this, Yue Qianqiu was unhappy: "I didn't fight on the battlefield, but when I was seven years old, I took down the spies from Beiyan, exposed the case of Feng's family forcing Liang to be slaves, and pointed at the traitor who was traitorous and heavy, and scolded my mother. Now I have chopped up traitors and assassins in Beiyan with my martial arts, and successfully completed the mission of the court, so that many people could die on the border. How bad are I than those generals who fought?"

Facts have proved that it was a humiliation to fight with Master Yue Jiu. At this moment, the old smelter was so choked by Yue Qianqiu's righteous tone. Especially the three words that were not bad, he was so angry that he frowned even more.

Even though he has a very strong iron-making skill, he has never been so boastful in front of others. Why is this kid not as humble as he can?

Therefore, it took him a long time to laugh and said in a hurry: "How much effort does a thirty kilogram of weapons cost? How long can you swing it and chop people? Furthermore, according to you, spending thirty kilograms of good steel to give you a Mo knife is more valuable than slashing the generals who use this Mo knife to slash the enemy on the battlefield?"

"You said this, I didn't say that!" Yue Qianqiu shrugged, and then said with a slight smile, "It is standard to use weapons to the military generals of the court. People will not give money to Li Guojian, and Li Guojian will not be able to blatantly tailor it to curry favor with others. But I pay for it myself. When others find out, at most scold me for showing off with money. What else can I do? Of course, I know whether I can handle it or not, and I will not show off!"

He paused slightly, then slapped: "For the best raw materials of thirty kilograms, I paid 500 taels of gold. And I didn't say I wanted to be a magic weapon that could lead the world. I just wanted raw materials. Some craftsmen in Jinling continued to forge. Five hundred taels of gold is almost equivalent to 5,000 taels of silver. Will it be accepted?"

It was not necessary to benefit the State Administration, but at this moment, Yue Qianqiu took on the role of this old smelter.

Even though Yue Qianqiu was speaking entirely outsiders, the old smelter finally put away all the contempt or despise just now. This Li Guojian is the official business, but from smelter to family members, life is far from satisfactory, so there are so many things that privately take on external work, and the government turns a blind eye.

In comparison, there are very few who offer generous offers like Yue Qianqiu.

Although a 30-pound pound of so-called 100-year-old steelmaking does take a long time to make a few good craftsmen, they will definitely not be able to get so much money! If it is just to show off your wealth or to boast about your family background, it is absolutely impossible to pay this price. What's more, the boy in front of you is as claimed, and it is not entirely based on your family background.

He calmed down and said in a deep voice: "The Baijing Steel you mentioned before, from the Wei and Jin Dynasties to the previous Wei Dynasty, only when you build a magic weapon dedicated to the king, will you use this time-consuming and labor-consuming method that often fails. Now, in a place as big as Li Guojian, if a craftsman still uses Baijing Steel, then he will not be able to complete the monthly quota that must be submitted soon. If you really want to build a Modao, the steel filling method can also make good steel."

I seem to have heard of steel filling... but I am really not familiar with it. He has only heard of steel making. He is really sorry for his compatriots who specialize in technology...

Yue Qianqiu complained in his heart, but he could hear the old smelter's tone relaxed. He immediately said with a smile: "When it comes to smelter, seniors are experts, and I can certainly believe what you said. But you also know that Modao is invincible in the battle formation, so you can't fool me with this steel mouth. Then again, how did the senior recognize me just now?"

"If I fool you, I can't run away, but the monk can't run away, right?" The old squatter snorted angrily, then turned around and left. When he noticed Yue Qianqiu followed, he said lightly without looking back, "As for how to recognize you, it's very simple. I am the squarantine. There are so many people in this squarantine field, so I won't not know me!"

Yue Qianqiu, who was just polite to this old smelter, couldn't help but get stuck at this time. He didn't expect that he had found an apprentice's clothes and turned around and found it all the way to the end, and he would hit the head of the smelter! However, who was he? His eyes turned and he smiled and said, "So senior is so powerful. I have a good eye. I have a look at you at first glance."

The old smelter looked stunned, but he still refused to admit defeat: "That's your blind cat hitting a dead mouse."

"Whatever you say is what you want. I just need to use the steel on the blade, and then I pay for it, and I don't care about the rest." Now that I have returned to the squatyard, Yue Qianqiu no longer pretends to be an apprentice anymore, straightens his chest and hands, and follows the old squat, and says with a smile, "How come your good martial arts skills are not what you said to be a general?"

Hearing this, the old squadron, who was striding forward, suddenly stopped. Of course, he would not ask Yue Qianqiu how he saw his martial arts skills. After all, he was able to grasp Yue Qianqiu at one time, which showed his martial arts skills. After a long time of silence, he said lightly: "I have specialized in my skills. At most, I can only be a front pawn who charges and cannot be a general."

He had just walked a few steps forward when Yue Qianqiu's voice came from behind: "Senior, really amazing."

When needed, Yue Qianqiu was very good at flattering. Although he couldn't see clearly what the old man in front of him looked like, he still said to himself: "If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your weapons. It must be because the seniors wanted to make excellent weapons in this smelting farm and fewer people could die on the border. This was why they didn't just care about making achievements by themselves, but instead took root here. I just looked over all the way. This smelting farm was orderly, and most people were diligent in doing things, and there was no sadness on their faces. It must be thanks to you."

Even though the old sergeant had any bad views on Yue Qianqiu, a wealthy family, who had a wealthy family, he was first moved by someone's calm intentions and confident spirit, and then moved by the generous reward. Now he discovered the other party's meticulous observation ability. He finally turned around again and carefully looked Yue Qianqiu up and down.

"Do you guys want to say that you want to recommend a better seat to me when you look back?"

"Senior is joking. I am not the emperor and prime minister, so how can I do that! Of course, if you are willing, I can mention it to the person who can speak when I go back. If you are not happy, why should I do that? It's not thankful to it if I have to work hard!" Yue Qianqiu said and shrugged. When the other party showed a hint of relief, he asked with a smile, "By the way, have you not asked for the senior's name?"

"Just an ordinary old smelter, what's there to ask?"

The old smelter was saying this, when he saw Yue Qianqiu slipping away, he actually pulled a middle-aged smelter. He pointed at him and asked something. He was stunned at first, and then he couldn't help but curse the cunning boy. However, seeing Yue Qianqiu come back with a smile, he said angrily: "I remember that your master was not as difficult as your smelter. You don't need to inquire, they only know that I was nicknamed Yan Da."

Yue Qianqiu beat him up and thought that if you always call it a severity crackdown, that would be quite appropriate. Thinking of someone who raised Yan Xu's attitude casually, he decided not to ask more questions here. Anyway, isn't there any master who can ask casually when he goes back?

But when he was about to ask, he didn't tell him, but he didn't want to ask anymore. He followed the old smelter Yan Da to a corner with the strange gaze of the people around him, but he heard the person in front of him whisper.

"I am the successor of Baigong Hall...but, unlike your Xuandao Hall's lucky one, there is no Baigong Hall in this world."

Yue Qianqiu was stunned. When the old smelter Yan Da brought him to the corner and gave a few instructions to a young smelter, a few moments, more than a dozen people gathered around him from all directions. Seeing that the dark and inconspicuous cast iron ore and other pieces were brought over, he watched these people start to perform their duties, and listened to Yan Da explaining various tricks to the people around him, and then began to demonstrate in person. He couldn't help but feel a little lost.

The craftsmen of this era did not understand the periodic table of elements, the high-carbon steel, the low-carbon steel, and the difference between steel and iron. Everything was taught by the master and the apprentice. Most of the books that describe various agricultural and industrial techniques were written by scholars rather than craftsmen. People like the old craftsman Yan Da are like technical leaders.

But even so, most of such technical leaders cannot truly gain recognition from the government. Yan Da can be considered an anomaly if he becomes a manager.

In the evening, when Yue Qianqiu quietly left the smelting ground, there was not a heavy steel spindle in his hand, because Yan Da had already agreed to start construction and forging directly, as if he was not afraid of him betraying the debt. He was there overnight to watch the busy steel filling process, but he couldn't help but feel good about the old man who was very respected by the top people.

Even if a person who does things solidly is a little arrogant, he is definitely worthy of respect!

As soon as he entered the inn, he saw his soldiers running in. Then he heard a loud shout. Soon, Yan Xu actually strode out in person. As soon as he met, he asked with a sensation: "Where did you go without a sound? If you come back later, I will go and have someone look for you everywhere."

"I went to the smelting ground for a walk, but I didn't expect to meet a master, so I asked him to give me a sword."

"Huh?" Yan Xu was slightly stunned, then laughed, and habitually pressed his apprentice's shoulder, "Why, I want to fly before I learned to walk? There are several Modao at home. You are not strong enough now and have not grown up yet. Do you want to use the Modao used by adults?"

"I originally thought that the three-section-type Modao could be improved, for example, could it be stretched or retracted?" Yue Qianqiu said nonsense, then looked at Yan Xu's eyes and said, "But the sergeant I happened to meet today, he said his name was Yan Da..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Xu's expression suddenly changed. The next moment, he saw that the master who had just complained that he had come back late and rushed out, and immediately shouted: "Master, there are thirty-six CSR supervisors, where are you going to find?"
Chapter completed!