Chapter 254 Steel and Tenderness
Wang Xiaoer looked at the piece of fine steel and felt itchy, and asked: "Erlang, can this piece of steel be beaten by the old man?"
Fang Jun had a dark look on his face: "Is it possible that I have to fight him myself?"
It's just a piece of steel. There will be more in the future. What's so rare about it? This old man is so weird that he is so strange. He is feeling itchy right now. Soon, I am afraid that such work will have to be assigned to his apprentices, and I don’t even bother to take a look...
"Okay!"
Wang Xiaoer beamed with joy, happily picked up the steel ingot, put it on the fire until it burned red, then used a chisel to knock off a piece weighing about three kilograms, and then put it under the precision forging hammer to hammer.
The steel ingot was hammered into a thin piece by the forging hammer. The temperature dropped and the golden red color of the burned steel faded. Wang Xiaoer put it on the forge to heat it up red-hot, then struck the middle with a chisel a few times. When the pliers are pressed hard, they are bent from the middle and stacked together, and then placed under the forge for beating.
While banging, he explained to the surrounding apprentices: "This kind of forging method will produce hundreds of steel, which can be made into a precious sword. It can cut gold, cut jade, behead heads, and kill people without blood. But good steel is rare." , I have been fighting with my master for twenty years, and I have only fought a few times. You guys are lucky, keep your eyes wide open and don’t let your mind wander!”
The disciples quickly gathered closer, their eyes widened, not wanting to miss any detail.
This is a hundred steelmaking!
Those legendary magical weapons that can cut iron like mud, cut gold and break jade, are all made in this way!
The steel sheet is knocked thin again, folded again, and when it is cold, it is heated in the forge... The so-called "hundred times of steel making" refers to the fact that each time it is reheated is called one refining, and that it is reheated one hundred times is called "one refining". Of course, it is only a rough number. Somewhat exaggerated.
In the era before the use of hydraulic forging hammers, the master usually used iron vise to clamp the steel piece, and the apprentice used a hammer to beat it. The manual hammer hammer was slow, and the steel blank would become cold after a few hits. It had to be heated back in the furnace, and it would often be folded once. It needs to be reheated four to six times, so it only takes thirty to fifty refinings. If it is really refining a hundred times, it is estimated that a sword will take three to five years...
The hydraulic forging hammer strikes dozens of times per minute, fast and powerful, hitting the steel blank as densely as a drum beat. It is more than ten times faster than human power, and more than ten times heavier.
Wang Xiaoer exclaimed: "It's so fast! You little bastards are enjoying themselves, standing and watching Master forging iron. I remember when your Grandfather was making steel, Master and I were swinging the hammer by the side for three days and two nights. When I close my eyes, my arms are swollen and translucent..."
All the disciples who spoke to him stared at Wang Xiaoer's hands, fearing that they would not be able to learn the art of steelmaking.
Wang Xiaoer reminded his apprentices of the hardships and sweetness, but the work on his hands did not stop. The hydraulic forging hammer was hammering fast. The steel blank was folded once before being returned to the furnace, and after being returned to the furnace twenty times, it was folded twenty times. The level of steelmaking is as high as 100.
Now it is time to use a forging hammer to shape the steel embryo, which is then reheated once. Wang Xiaoer takes it under the forging hammer and bangs it, until the shape gradually emerges.
The originally round iron ball turned into a flat and long iron bar. It could be vaguely seen that it was a horizontal knife with a long and narrow blade and a pointed head.
Although it is only a semi-finished product, the cloud patterns on the blade are looming, like flowing water, like stars, the cold light is shining, and the sword energy is soaring into the sky, as if it is hanging on the wall and making a dragon roar...
Wang Xiaoer stopped working at this time.
Fang Junzheng watched it with great interest and asked curiously: "Why not fight?"
Wang Xiaoer wanted to despise the master of the family, but he didn't dare... so he could only explain: "Such good steel cannot be wasted in vain. The old man has to cover the blade with a layer of tough wrought iron, and after sharpening it, Quenching, so as to get the best quality Tang knife! ”
Fang Jun suddenly realized.
Tang Dao is a military sword. Its biggest function is combat. Its production process is strict, and another purpose in combat must be taken into consideration, that is, armor breaking and durability.
Armor-breaking requires hardness and a narrow blade, while durability requires toughness, so the Tang Dao adopts the most advanced steel-clad technology. It is made of wrought iron as the outer skin and made of steel in the middle. Part of the cutting edge adopts local quenching technology, that is, the blade is covered with soil and burned. The blade is hard and can cut through armor, while the blade is tough and does not deform, making it durable.
This is also the biggest difference from Japanese swords.
Fang Jun nodded. He also wanted to see how a horizontal knife made of super-era steel and the best technology would be able to behead heads and kill people without blood...
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After leaving the iron factory and returning to Zhuangzi, Fang Jun immediately leaned on the kang, his eyelids were twitching, and he just wanted to sleep.
These days tinkering with the ironworks 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 results were good. Although there were still shortcomings and flaws, the craftsmen could slowly discover and improve them during the practice process. He did not believe that no matter how arrogant the time traveler was, he could make things out of thin air in a desert of technology. An industrial revolution?
What nonsense...
In a daze, two soft little hands put on his shoulders and neck, massaging them with slight force. Fang Jun groaned in comfort.
A faint fragrance followed, and as the clothes fluttered, a soft body pressed against my side...
As soon as Fang Jun stretched out his hand, he accurately grasped a slender waist. Wu Meiniang was taken aback by surprise. She let out a sweet cry in her mouth and turned her head nervously to watch. People are coming and going outside, and maids and maids are passing by from time to time. How embarrassing would it be if someone bumped into her?
But just now Fang Jun handed over the management of the iron factory to her without reservation. This trust made her heart overflowing with tenderness. Even though she knew it was inappropriate, she still couldn't help herself to refuse, so she rubbed herself on the kang and leaned against the bed. Jun's body, letting him hug her tightly, her pretty face was slightly dizzy.
"Haha, it seems that I still need to keep working hard..." Fang Jun chuckled, opened his eyes and teased.
"Where is it!"
Wu Meiniang was so embarrassed that she lightly hit him on the shoulder and said slightly angrily: "I think your husband has been too tired these days, so I just want to relax you. But you are not being careful and grabbing someone's body. How can a little girl escape? ”
Fang Jun smiled and said nothing.
Wu Meiniang's cheeks were red, she bit her lips, and looked at Fang Jun with her watery almond eyes. Knowing that it was impossible to hide her thoughts from this man, she asked softly: "Why...are you so nice to the slave family?"< br>
Wu Meiniang had buried this sentence in her heart for a long time.
Fangjiawan's business snowballed and grew bigger and bigger, and it gradually became a commodity distribution center in Guanzhong. The amount of money brought in every day was the same, but Fang Jun ignored it and allowed her to do whatever she wanted...
She could also see that Fang Jun could make money, but he never valued money. In his eyes, no matter how much money he had, it was just a tool to achieve a certain goal. It makes sense to leave the docks and goods like soap, candles, cement, etc. to her.
So, why should this iron factory be handed over to myself?
Wu Meiniang can feel that this iron factory is definitely different from those businesses that are only for making money. Fang Jun attaches great importance to it like never before...
Fang Jun's generous palm caressed her delicate and smooth back through the thin shirt, feeling the touching resilience, and said with a smile: "In this world, my parents raised me, my brothers believed in me and valued me, but in the end they were just passers-by. , only my wife can support me and stay with me throughout my life. Since I can be filial to my parents and be kind to my brothers, why can’t I love my wife wholeheartedly? ”
To support each other and stay together for a lifetime?
Falling in love with each other without reservation?
Has a woman in this era ever had such a promise made by her man? This can make a woman's heart break down more than any words of love. For such a man, which woman wouldn't be crazy in love and willing to give her all without any regrets?
Wu Meiniang felt a raging fire of love rising in her heart, burning herself completely in an instant...
Burn, burn!
Even if I burn everything, I can never leave this man again...
Wu Meiniang was so moved that she leaned down and offered her red lips.
How lucky she was that her brother couldn't tolerate her, so she had no choice but to recommend herself to the palace, but she didn't get the emperor's favor. She committed herself to Fang Jun, thinking that she would be a concubine for the rest of her life, living a life of humiliation and panic.
But I didn't expect that God would take pity on me and would allow me to meet such a great man with a broad mind... What more could I ask for in this life?
(End of chapter)