Martial Sage

The renovation of the workshop is a big project for ordinary people.

But for the eldest grandson clan, there are so many manpower that the transformation is completed in less than five days.

Until early in the morning, Chang Sun Chong yelled outside the gate of Tang Mansion.

"Brother Tang! Get up with me! Let's cast steel vigorously!"

Tang Hao, who was confused, didn't pull the kid into the carriage, and dashed all the way towards the workshop.

Tang Hao had already said before that he wanted to forge steel or let these smelting families do it. I just suggest that everyone try assembly line work.

The firing of firing, the forging of forging, the polishing of grinding.

As time accumulates, there are outstanding characters appearing in each of them. It is entirely possible to gather everyone's strengths and take steelmaking to a higher level.

Such suggestions for division of labor and collaboration are unique in this era, opening Changsun Wuji's vision, and dividing labor for these casting craftsmen on the same day.

The first batch of today to be produced is the horizontal sword, which is the most common saber used by the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty.

The blacksmiths assigned to each have their own coups, ranging from the making of knife blades to the quenching and bribery, all have strict procedures, a total of 136 procedures, one is indispensable.

Wearing a single shirt, Tang Hao stood in this hot workshop, watching the craftsmen open the Calabash one by one to make mud.

With bursts of anger filled the entire workshop, Chang Sun frowned and asked, pinching his nose.

"What is Tang Hao? Why is it so unpleasant?"

Tang Hao frowned, glanced at the grandson beside him, and said calmly.

"What else can it be, livestock urine, this kind of thing covers the blade and can desulfurize."

Involving common sense of chemistry again, Tang Hao knew that it was useless to this ancient illiterate, so he simply stopped talking about it.

"Just look at it, why are there so many questions!"

Between the words, the master craftsman spread the mud all over the sword, varying in thickness.

The blue flame swallowed the fire snake, scorching the blade, until the blade was completely red before it was hung on the iron frame.

With the sound of the whistling wind, the temperature of the sword hanging on the shelf gradually cooled, from the original bright red to dark red, and finally turned into jet black.

Casting, folding, forging, roasting again...

The whole process is complicated and cumbersome.

Tang Hao and Chang Sun Chong were the first to witness the whole process of the sword changing from a few pieces of iron to a sword.

It wasn't until the whole body was soaked with sweat, as if it had just been out of the bath, that the last craftsman took the crossed sword over.

"Master Tang, according to your request, the first horizontal knife has already been made."

I don't know if it has long been used to this unpleasant smell, or the scent has ceased to exist after repeated beatings. Anyway, when Tang Hao took the horizontal knife, he could no longer smell it.

Slowly withdrawing his weapon, Tang Hao looked at the blade of the murderer for a while.

Although it was not decorated with anything, it was such a simple and unpretentious sword that already had the taste of a cold weapon overlord.

Flicking the blade with his fingers, a dragon chant of ‘Zheng’ came out, and there was a slight tremor.

The cold light against the blade of the blade, like running water, flowed fluently, extending from the handle to the tip of the blade, and disappeared.

Tang Hao's solemn face eased, as if he was looking at a baby, and he looked at the sword again.

"Well! Not bad, basically the same as what I thought."

A light of joy appeared in the eyes of Changsun Chong beside him, and he looked extremely excited when he looked at the flowing brilliance.

"Good for you!"

"This look is not extraordinary, we succeeded!"

The cold light flashed, and the dragon mingled faintly. Tang Hao liked this kind of knives.

Although the cold light is due to the reflection of sunlight in the workshop, although the cold light is only caused by the shaking of the sword.

But after such a spiritual sword, after the blade is opened, where will it go?

With a few swings at will, Tang Hao vigorously slashed at the sword made in the past.

In the crisp and pure sound of clank, there was a sense of shock from the blade.

In the sparks, I could faintly hear the painful cracking of the sword before.

Lifting the horizontal knife in his hand, carefully checking its essence and hardness, it is intact, as before.

A touch of surprise appeared in the eyes of the craftsman, his big hand wiped off the beads of sweat rolling off his forehead, and he smiled.

"It's worthy of being a sword made by our Master Tang. It is made of pure steel and full of toughness."

"If this sword is open, it must be a good sword!"

Tang Hao was also quite satisfied, and put the sword in the hands of the craftsman, smiling.

"Start to build in this way, and strive to equip our soldiers with such a horizontal knife in the coming year."

Excited, Tang Hao suddenly remembered Cheng Chumo's previous commission, and quickly stopped the craftsman who was about to turn around.

"Don't worry, take the lead to build an integrated red tasseled gun. I want to surprise that boy Cheng Chumo!"

The creation of the first sword again, and the rest are exceptionally simple to make.

The same inverted mold is calcined, beaten and folded.

The operation rate of the entire assembly line is busy.

Chang Sun Chong held the newly-baked horizontal knife, said he was going to Kaifeng to have a look, and left in a hurry.

Looking at the scene where the kid fled, Tang Hao shook his head.

"Since this blacksmith's shop is all yours, why should you think of your dad, scrambling over and under secret?"

"Could it be that he learned it from his father?"

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