Dozens of people were waiting, bringing their families with them, their eyes full of confusion about the future. Seeing Qin Huaidao approaching, they all bowed and saluted. One of them shouted sadly: "Young Master, we are willing to leave on our own, but the child is too young.
If you can't bear the hardship, please young master to take him in and feed him every day to survive."
"Quick, get up." Qin Huaidao hurried up to help him, feeling moved in his heart.
The household registration system of the Tang Dynasty is very strict, and you are not allowed to leave your place of residence without permission. Now, in order to reduce the expenses of the house, you leave money and food for your children to survive, and are willing to leave. If you have no way, you will only become a refugee, begging for a living, and everyone is not
What is the difference between being missing an arm and having inconvenient legs and feet, and being in self-exile and seeking death?
In order for the child to survive and not to drag down the government, he did not hesitate. This is the dignity of a soldier, and it is also a great and selfless feeling of licking a calf.
At this moment, Qin Huaidao suddenly felt a sense of belonging and recognition for these veterans, the Qin Mansion, and this new identity. He secretly thought in his heart: "Since you have taken over this body, you should assume the corresponding responsibilities and missions. Since you have come to the big country
Don, please do something."
The Tang Dynasty fought endless wars, and hundreds of people died, but the living court would only give me a small pension. Who really cares about life and death in the future? Li Er was still kind and righteous, but the wealthy family controlled the government and exploited each other, and the pension finally fell to
How many soldiers do you have?
It's better to meet a prince like Qin Qiong who loves his soldiers as his own son, but who knows how miserable it will be to meet someone who is selfish?
In my previous life, I fought for my country without any regrets.
In this life, why not live for yourself and the retired soldiers around you?
In life, you must do something meaningful. You don't want to be famous throughout the ages, but you want to be happy in your heart.
Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Qin Huaidao said solemnly: "Uncles, my father has passed away, but the Qin Mansion will not fall. As long as I have a bite to eat, you will be indispensable. Don't mention the matter of leaving in the future. It will cause the Qin Mansion to be unjust."
, as long as we work together, the difficulties will eventually pass."
"The young master is righteous, but the family..."
"In those days, you followed my father and fought in all directions. We shared life and death and never abandoned you. How can the Qin government abandon everyone now? Don't worry, I have a way to make money. They are all gone. Let's go and do our jobs."
"Thank you, Master!"
Although everyone didn't know where Qin Huaidao's confidence came from, speaking of this, continuing to insist would be exposing Qin Huaidao to injustice. The soldiers valued righteousness and left one after another with suspicion.
"Uncle Jia, send someone to Zhuangzi, so you don't have to pay this year's rent." Qin Huaidao looked at Jia Youcai and told him, since he has to take responsibility, he should do it thoroughly.
"Ah? Young Master, you can't do it at all. There is no food in the house..."
"Just do it."
"Here!"
Seeing Qin Huaidao's firm words, Jia Youcai solemnly agreed and felt warm in his heart. As he watched Qin Huaidao leave, he immediately called someone and said, "Young master is benevolent and righteous, and has the style of a prince. Please come and make a trip."
Bar."
"But, there is no rent, and there is not enough food in the house..."
"Five hundred food towns are all old brothers. This year's grain production has been reduced by 30%. There is not enough to eat. If you pay the rent, half of them will starve to death. You can't bear to watch the old brothers die. Since the young master said there is a way, then believe it.
Young Master, once for one month. If that doesn’t work, we old brothers will leave together. Even if we take over the mountain and become the king, we must secretly protect the Qin Mansion, Young Master and our descendants."
"Here!" The other party saluted solemnly and hurried away.
Jia Youcai looked at the direction in which Qin Huaidao disappeared and murmured to himself: "My lord, the young master is calmer and more sensible than before. He has benevolence and justice in his heart and has his own opinions in his actions. It is a pity that the world is so cold, but don't worry, the people in the humble position and the guard camp
Old brothers, even if they risk their lives, they will never let Qin Mansion fall."
Qin Huaidao didn't know what Jia Youcai was thinking. He walked to the west courtyard and heard a clanking sound from a distance. He stepped through a circular door and saw an open shed in front of him. A middle-aged man was knocking on repair tools.
, Qin Huaidao shouted: "Uncle Ma, are you busy?"
The middle-aged man quickly put down his tools and stood up to salute, explaining at the same time: "The farm has sent a batch of damaged farm tools. They must be repaired in the next two days to avoid delaying the farming work. What are your instructions, young master?"
Qin Huaidao took a look at it. Farm tools were all made of pig iron. They had low carbon content and were too soft and easy to break. Or they had high carbon content and were easy to collapse. No wonder they were used for repair. As an elite soldier, Qin Huaidao liked self-refrigeration the most.
He is very familiar with weapons and iron-making. He looked around a few times and saw that the tools were quite complete.
"Young Master, do you want to make weapons?" Uncle Ma asked curiously.
"Indeed, the tiger head gun passed down from my father is a bit light, and the gun body is made of hardwood, so there is a risk of breakage. If you want to make a pure steel one, it is best to cast it in one piece. Do you know how?"
"Pure steel?" Uncle Ma was a little surprised, and then said with a wry smile: "It's okay to make ordinary weapons, repair armors, etc. The pure steel that the young master said is something I have never heard of, and I can't do anything about it."
Qin Huaidao asked curiously: "Then how did you make weapons in the past?"
"The best method is the Hundred Refining Method, but this is too time-consuming. Are you in a hurry, young master?"
"How to ensure that the weapons are sharp and not broken?" Qin Huaidao asked. As for the so-called hundred-refining method, it is just folding and forging the iron more than a hundred times. The iron can only be folded and forged when it is red and soft, which is wrought iron.
, forging can only remove impurities, cannot increase the carbon content, and cannot be turned into steel.
Uncle Ma used to be responsible for repairing weapons and knew a little about it, so he quickly said: "Back to the young master, we need to use the carburizing technique to improve the hardness of the weapons. That is to wrap the weapons with paper and plant ash and then forge them. I heard that you can also cover them with charcoal.
Burn it and add some fur, nails, etc., but this method is too profound and the specific dosage, heat, key points, etc. are not clear. I have tried several times without success."
Qin Huaidao has heard of this method. Paper and plant ash are all penetrating agents. However, the carbon content of this carburizing method cannot meet the standards of steel, and it is difficult to distribute evenly. It will cause some places to be hard and some places to be soft.
As for covering it with charcoal for burning, if you don't control it well, you will lose carbon, which is counterproductive.
After asking a few questions, Qin Huaidao smiled after knowing what he knew. As expected, the Tang Dynasty did not yet have a mature method of steelmaking. The idea of making a sword and selling it in exchange for some start-up capital was feasible. It could also be used to create a handy tiger.
With his head gun ready, he said: "Uncle Ma, can you make a long crucible?"
"I know a little bit, and I happen to have some clay. Master, do you have the pattern or dimensions?"
Qin Huaidao's eyes fell on the fine sand and clay not far away. He was worried that the other party's craftsmanship was not good and the things he made would not meet the requirements, so he changed his words: "Forget it, help me melt a big pot of molten iron."
"This is simple and is often done. I just purchased a batch of iron blocks two days ago and forged them ten times to remove the impurities. I originally planned to use them to repair tools, but I don't know if they are enough?"
Qin Huaidao looked at the iron blocks piled next to him. They were black, but the carbon content was not high. They were wrought iron, which was much softer than pig iron, but it could be heated red in a stove and forged directly into the required tools. It was considered a semi-finished product.
The tiger-headed spear that I wanted to make was also called a horse spear. If I wanted to make it into one piece, I couldn't forge and splice it, so I had to pour it, so I said, "It's all melted."