Farmer of Shu Han

Seeing that Huang Yueying still wanted to ask, Pu Yuan next to her hurriedly interjected, "Don't worry, let me ask."

"Excuse me, sir."

Feng Yong said respectfully.

This is a national-level technician. Looking at Quan Dahan, there are not many people who can compare with him.

According to the rules of later generations, his hands have to pay insurance premiums.

"Let me ask you, the weapons and protective gear I saw you took out that day were all made of refined iron. Where did you find so much refined iron?"

"My name is Hanzhong Metallurgy."

"Impossible! Hanzhongye, isn't that in Hanzhong?"

Pu Yuan raised his voice in disbelief, "Where did they use water?"

"Where is the water?"

Feng Yong repeated it blankly.

"I'm asking you which river's water is used to smelt such refined iron?"

Pu Yuan asked frantically, seeing Feng Yong's ignorant appearance, he couldn't help but doubt in his heart, this fine iron was really forged by this man named Han Zhongye?

"There is a tributary of the Han River in the place where iron is smelted, so it can be regarded as the Han River."

While Feng Yong was answering, he was also muttering in his heart, the water used to forge iron...isn't it still water? Both are H2O, what's the difference?

Pu Yuan said dissatisfiedly, "All of you here are people who have connections with the monastery. If what I asked violated your sect's taboo, just put it bluntly. Why do you need to hide your secrets and fool people like this?"

"Senior, if you want to talk nonsense, since when did I hide my secrets and fool people?"

Seeing that Zhuge Liang and Huang Yueying looked over with suspicion, Feng Yong called out his grievances, and at the same time, he also doubted in his heart, this Pu Yuan, could it be that he has a name in vain?

How is it different from those so-called artists in later generations who must wear ponytails to pretend to be masculine?

"Nature is wild, and the earth forms itself. The Han River is blunt and weak, so it can't be tempered. The Shu River is strong, and it is the essence of gold, which is the best for quenching. What do you think?"

Pu Yuan showed off a few elegant words, and then looked at Feng Yong, with an obvious question in his eyes, meaning that you think this sentence is right?

At the same time, I was thinking in my heart that I traveled all over the mountains, rivers and rivers of Sichuan, just to find mines that can smelt refined iron, and at the same time to try which place's water is most suitable for smelting iron.

After so many years, I have found a Jinniu mountain, and only a little bit of fine iron was smelted through untold hardships. Finally, I forged eight swords for Liu Bei.

What is left is just ordinary iron. A few years ago, 50,000 knives were hollowed out for the big man.

Now the kid in front of him can have so many armor weapons made of refined iron, either he has already stockpiled refined iron, or he has found a mine that can smelt refined iron.

The former possibility has been rejected by the junior sister, so only the latter possibility remains.

Pu Yuan has been looking for something that he hasn't found for so many years, and the kid in front of him probably has it in his hand, which only makes him feel that there are hundreds of claws in his stomach scratching his heart.

It's a pity that Feng Tubie is semi-literate. Even if he has a good understanding, he probably puts it all in Guan Ji's place. How could he be interested in the debate expressed by a bearded man?

Pu Yuan stared at him for a long time, but he didn't hear Tubie pick up the topic. Instead, he saw him glance at Huang Yueying in a daze, then at Zhuge Liang, and finally at himself. Then he asked cautiously, "Senior, What do you mean?"

Huang Yueying made a "flutter", and directly sprayed out the water she just drank into her mouth. She quickly covered her face with her sleeves and couldn't put it down for a long time. She only heard a few violent coughs from behind her sleeves, and then her shoulders swelled again. Live twitching.

Although a part of Pu Yuan's face was blocked by the beard, the exposed part was still clearly swollen and turned purple.

If you don't want to say it, just say it bluntly, you are all from the mountain gate, so it is understandable.

Why do you have to? Bullying me? !

Feng Yong was a little apprehensive when he saw Pu Yuan's cannibalistic eyes.

At this moment, Huang Yueying finally stepped forward to save the situation at the last moment, "Why are you so stunned? Brother thinks that the water quality of the Han River and the Shu River are different. In terms of iron smelting alone, the Han River is no match for the Shu River. Do you agree? "

"Oh, senior is asking me this?" Feng Tubie scratched his head and said, "I don't understand, I think it's pretty much the same."

After hearing this, Pu Yuan almost ran away on the spot.

You do not understand? Still about the same? !

The problem is that if you don't understand, how did you smelt such refined iron?

"Those armor weapons, were you really the ones who made them?"

If it wasn't for the junior sister to guarantee that this son is a disciple of the mountain sect and possesses unique knowledge, I'm afraid that Pu Yuan would "pooh" a liar on the spot.

He pretended not to be like that, and he didn't know anything, yet he dared to say in front of him that he could smelt refined iron?

If it were really that easy to smelt refined iron, then wouldn't he have spent most of his life on a vegetable dog?

"What did the senior say? This fine iron is hard to find, and you don't know it. I didn't ask someone to make it. Is there anyone in the big man who would be so generous and give me fine iron?"

It’s not that he’s blowing it, although this kind of iron is very common in later generations, but in ancient times, especially in times of war, who could have so much refined iron?

Unless it is a well-established old family, and it has to be the kind that does iron-related business.

If someone wears this kind of armor made of fine iron, holds this kind of weapon made of fine iron in their hands, and just cuts each other with a knife face to face, they will be almost invincible in this era.

Because based on the level of iron smelting in this era, it is most normal for ordinary weapons to cut on this kind of armor, and it is most normal to curl the hole, but at most it can leave a light mark on the armor.

Even if the arrow feathers are shot at it, it will also be bounced off.

And this kind of weapon made of fine iron may not be its opponent with ordinary swords.

Just look at what happened to Zhao Yun's sword.

So if anyone has this kind of fine iron in their hands, who will take it out until the last moment?

When Liu Bei became the emperor, he had to be careful with this kind of refined iron. In the end, he could only cast eight swords, and even the Ma family and Huang family did not get any.

Li Yi and the others and Zhao Guang are considered brothers now, and they would be jealous when they saw that they gave Zhao Guang such thirty sets of armor and weapons.

It is conceivable that it is precious.

If this thing is so easy to obtain, why would I spend hundreds of lives to fill it out?

"Where did you smelt the iron ore? Do you have any leftover refined iron?"

According to the table, Pu Yuan tried his best to lean towards Feng Yong, trembling.

He felt that he really lived on the vegetable dog. He ran Hanzhong more than once, how could he not find such a mine?

"It's just ordinary iron ore!"

Feng Yong looked at Pu Yuan who had obvious epileptic symptoms inexplicably, "It's just that the method of smelting iron is not the same as the common one."

"Secret method of the master?"

Pu Yuan felt that he finally understood.

"That's right."

Not to mention iron smelting, even steelmaking, it is recorded in the textbooks of later generations, there is no shortage of reaction schematic diagrams, and the reaction formulas have to be memorized!

"No wonder……"

Pu Yuan murmured, and sat back in his seat dejectedly, "There is such a secret method in the Sanjia Mountain Gate? Can you even ignore the division of heaven? Isn't this going against the sky?"

It turned out that it was not an illusion that I lived on a vegetable dog, it turned out to be true.

When Huang Yueying saw her senior brother's deeply shocked appearance, and heard him say this again, she felt sorry for her.

I forgot to tell my brother, this kid's school is dedicated to doing things that go against the sky.