But what Yang Qian cares more about is the blacksmith shop in Daze Village, which is one of the generous gifts from the Zheng family in Xingyang.
Three experienced blacksmiths, one of whom is a master who specializes in making swords.
They and their families have been assigned to the Yang family, and the three masters, Zhao Da, Liu Er and Wu San.
Now, Yang Qian was sitting in the blacksmith shop, carefully looking at everything in the blacksmith shop.
The butler, Uncle Song, was beside Yang Qian and introduced him in a low voice. The oldest one who made the sword was called Zhao Da, who was nearly forty years old.
He has three sons, the eldest is fifteen years old, and the other two are twins, both already thirteen.
"The person next to me who is responsible for smelting iron is Wu San. He is missing two fingers on his left hand. They were accidentally lost while smelting iron."
"As for Liu Er, he is good at making farm tools and the like, and he is a skilled craftsman.
Even Zhao Da's three sons, as long as they grow a few years older and have enough strength, they will probably be able to join the army."
While Yang Qian listened, he looked at an iron knife in his hand that was similar in weight and shape to a long sword with a ring head.
This was specially used for training the hundreds of future members of the Yang family. It did not require a sharp edge and had a handle to hold. It was very similar to the iron ruler used by the Yamen's servants.
However, the iron quality of this thing is really average. Yang Qian feels that if this thing is chopped hard on the hard granite, it is likely to deform or even break into two pieces.
However, this is originally for training children, and the rough quality does not matter. It is mainly used to train their skills and strength.
Nowadays, you can't expect these young men who have just entered Yang's house to scream and kill people with big swords.
After the craftsmen had finished their work, they all gathered together and carefully presented gifts to Yang Qian, the young master.
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Yang Qian stood up, smiled and raised his hands to help the three blacksmiths and seven handymen.
"You don't have to be polite, you are now members of my Yang family, so after all, you are one family."
"I came here for the first time today and just wanted to ask if you have any requests.
This newly built workshop is modeled after your workshop in Xingze County."
All the blacksmiths shook their heads honestly, and finally Boss Zhao stood up and said cautiously.
"Old man and the others can ask for anything if they can be treated favorably by the young master and the old housekeeper.
It’s just that the amount of iron rulers you want these days is huge, and time is tight. We don’t have enough manpower and it’s really too much to bear.”
"How many manpower are needed? Do they need people who know how to forge?"
"That's not necessary. You just need seven or eight helpers. The most important thing is to have strength. Otherwise, you won't be able to do even simple tasks like blowing air."
Following where Boss Zhao's hand was pointing, Yang Qian couldn't help but be startled. What the hell is this?
"You said this is used to blow wind?"
Yang Qian walked closer and looked at the object. There was a wooden board on the top and bottom, and it was wrapped in leather in the middle. There was a mouthpiece on the front.
Mr. Zhao, who was quite discerning, flattered me and said with a smile.
"Young master, you have good eyesight. This is the prong used to blow the wind. Without this thing, not to mention forging, even smelting iron will not be possible."
"If you want to learn blacksmithing in our line of work, you have to learn how to blow the wind first and wait for three years before you can start using the hammer and anvil."
Yang Qian looked at that thing and couldn't help grinning. He didn't expect that people in this era would still use such low-end bellows for forging and smelting.
"... After three years, I'm afraid even a thin person will be able to exert all his strength."
"What the young master said is absolutely true..."
Boss Zhao praised again, but there was no technical sense in this sentence.
The rough guys surrounding him who have been working for years and have great muscles all just giggled.
It really made Yang Qian feel helpless.
Uncle Song, the housekeeper, saw Yang Qian curiously wandering around the blacksmith shop. The blacksmiths, all rough-looking men with dark skin and shiny oil, could only follow him stupidly.
From time to time, he used a blunt flattery, which made everyone feel embarrassed and gave him a headache.
"Sir, how about we go back first? Let Master Zhao and the others continue their work?"
"Okay, let's..." Yang Qian nodded after walking around and was about to leave the blacksmith shop.
As a result, his face suddenly changed and his expression became extremely strange...
Uncle Song, the housekeeper, was stunned. "Sir, what are you..."
"Old housekeeper, I'm afraid, I'm afraid that the young master wants to study again..." Ding Zhili, a senior servant standing aside, couldn't help but said hesitantly.
"..." Yang Qian's face turned a little dark. Yes, Zhili guessed correctly, neon flashing fonts appeared in his consciousness.
Mission release: Read "Tao Hermit Materia Medica" in the blacksmith shop, mission reward: Double-action piston bellows production method and cross-section drawing...
What the hell is "Tao Yinju's Materia Medica"? Yang Qian has never heard of such a title in his entire life.
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"Sir, do you want to study?" Zhili had already rushed to Yang Qian in an awkward manner and asked ingratiatingly.
What else could Yang Qian say, he could only nodded slightly.
"Zhili, go back to your home and look for a book called "Tao Yinju's Materia Medica". If there is one, bring it quickly."
"???" Uncle Song, the housekeeper, almost pulled off his long beard and gasped in pain.
"Sir, are you going to study in the blacksmith shop?"
Yang Qian said with a dark face. I really don't want to, but what can I do?
But the system is so steely. It just likes to let me study in an environment where steel and flames are banging. What can I do?
"Uncle Song, you go back to your house first. I'm just walking around here, reading and stuff. I'll talk about it later."
The housekeeper, Uncle Song, looked at Yang Qian doubtfully for several times, but did not say anything after all. He just looked back three times when he left, which made Yang Qian deeply grateful to the system father for his full malice.
Following Yang Qian's instructions, the blacksmith shop placed at the head of the village, near the river, clanged again, with sledgehammers flying and sparks flying.
The flames were raging, and the charcoal was blown red. The face of the big man who was blowing the wind turned red, and the muscles in both arms could be seen bulging due to the exertion.
In the cold winter, with heavy snowfall, the blacksmiths were so hot that they were sweating profusely.
Yang Qian, a handsome, elegant and gentle gentleman, sat in a corner of the blacksmith shop with a numb expression.
Behind him, the faint creaking sound proved that Master Duan was still numb and indifferent.
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