Seeing that Huang Yueying still wanted to ask, Pu Yuan who was next to him quickly interjected, "Don't be busy, wait until I ask."
"Excuse me, sir."
Feng Yong said respectfully.
This is a national-level technician, and there are probably not many people in the world who can compare with him.
According to the rules of later generations, his hands must pay insurance premiums.
"Let me ask you, the weapons and protective gear I saw you took out that day were all made of fine iron. Where did you find so much fine iron?"
"I asked people from Han Zhongye to make it."
"Impossible! Hanzhongye, isn't that in Hanzhong?"
Pu Yuan raised his voice in disbelief, "Where did they use the water to make it?"
"Where's the water?"
Feng Yong repeated it blankly.
"I'm asking you which river water is used to smelt such fine iron?"
Pu Yuan asked somewhat frantically. Seeing Feng Yong's expression of not understanding anything, he couldn't help but wonder, was this fine iron really made by someone called Han Zhongye?
"There is a tributary of the Han River in the place where iron is smelted. It can be regarded as the Han River."
While Feng Yong was answering, he was also muttering in his mind, isn't the water for making iron still water? It's both h2o, what's the difference?
Pu Yuan said dissatisfied, "All of you here are people who have connections with Shanmen. If what I asked violates your sect's taboo, just say so. Why hide your secrets and deceive others like this?"
"Senior, if you want to talk nonsense, when did I hide my secrets and deceive others?"
Seeing Zhuge Liang and Huang Yueying's eyes looking over with suspicion, Feng Yong shouted that he was wronged. At the same time, he also doubted in his heart, could this Pu Yuan be a person with a false reputation?
What's the difference between being careful about how to use water when making iron, and those so-called artists in later generations who must wear ponytails to show off?
"Nature has its own way, and the earth takes its own shape. The Han River is blunt and weak and cannot be quenched. The Shu River is strong and refreshing, which is the essence of the great gold. It is the best place for quenching. What do you think?"
Pu Yuan showed off a few literate words, and then looked at Feng Yong with an obvious question in his eyes, meaning do you think this sentence is correct?
At the same time, I was thinking to myself that I had traveled all over the mountains and rivers of Shu, just to find mines that could smelt refined iron, and at the same time, I was trying to find which place had the best water for smelting iron.
Over the years, I have only found a place called Jinniu Mountain, and after a lot of hard work, I only managed to smelt some fine iron, and finally made eight swords for Liu Bei.
The rest is just ordinary iron, which had been hollowed out a few years ago to cast 50,000 knives for the big man.
Now that the boy in front of me has so many armors and weapons made of fine iron, he either has already stocked up on fine iron, or he has found a mine that can smelt fine iron.
The former possibility has been rejected by junior sister, so only the latter possibility is left.
Pu Yuan had been looking for something for so many years but could not find it. The boy in front of him probably had it in his hands. It only made him feel like there were hundreds of claws in his stomach scratching his heart.
It's a pity that Feng Tubiao is semi-literate. Even if he has some understanding, he probably puts it all in Guan Ji's hands. How could he be interested in the debate expressed by a bearded man?
Pu Yuan stared at him for a long time, but did not hear the bumpkin pick up the topic. Instead, he saw him glance at Huang Yueying in confusion, then at Zhuge Liang, and finally at himself, and then asked cautiously, "Senior, what are you talking about?"
What do you mean?"
Huang Yueying made a "plop" sound and squirted out the water she had just drank in her mouth. She quickly covered her face with her sleeves and couldn't put them down for a long time. She only heard a few violent coughs coming from behind her sleeves, and then her shoulders stopped.
Twitching in residence.
Although part of Pu Yuan's face was covered by his beard, the exposed part was still clearly swollen into a purple color.
If you don't want to say it, just say it bluntly. You are all from the mountain sect, so it is understandable.
Why do you have to do this? Are you bullying me?!
Feng Yong felt a little frightened 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 believes that the water quality of Hanshui River and Shujiang River is different. In terms of iron smelting alone, Hanshui River cannot compare with Shujiang River. Do you agree?
"
"Oh, is this what senior is asking me?" Feng Tubie scratched his head and said, "I don't understand. I think they are all the same."
After Pu Yuan heard this, he almost ran away on the spot.
You don’t understand? It’s almost the same?!
The problem is that you don’t understand how to smelt such fine iron?
"Did you really forge those armors and weapons?"
If it hadn't been for the junior sister's assurance that this boy was a disciple of the Shan sect and possessed unique skills, Pu Yuan would have said "poof" on the spot and said he was a liar.
You don't even pretend to be anything like it, and you don't know anything about it when asked, but you dare to say in front of him that you can smelt fine iron?
If it was really that easy to smelt fine iron, then wouldn't he have been living like a dishonest dog for most of his life?
"Senior, what did you say? It's not like you don't know that fine iron is hard to find. I didn't ask anyone to smelt it. Is there anyone among the big men who would be so generous as to give me fine fine iron?"
It’s not that he is bragging. Although such iron is very common in later generations, in ancient times, especially in war-torn times, who could have so much fine iron?
Unless it is a well-established and well-established family, and it must be the kind that deals in iron-related business.
If someone wears armor made of fine iron, holds a weapon made of fine iron, and cuts each other with swords face to face, he is almost invincible in this era.
Because based on the level of iron smelting in this era, it is normal for ordinary weapons to cut holes in this kind of armor, but at most it will leave a shallow mark on the armor.
Even if an arrow hits it, it will be bounced away.
As for this kind of weapon made of fine iron, ordinary swords may not be its opponent.
Just look at what happened to Zhao Yun's sword.
So if someone has such fine iron in their hands, who will take it out until the last moment?
When Liu Bei became emperor, he had to be careful with the fine iron he got. In the end, he could only make eight swords, and even the Ma family and the Huang family didn't get a share.
Li Yi and others are now considered brothers with Zhao Guang, and they will be jealous when they see that they have given Zhao Guang such thirty sets of armors and weapons.
You can imagine how precious it is.
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? Is there any refined iron left?"
Pu Yuan pressed the table and tried his best to lean towards Feng Yong, trembling a little.
He felt that he really lived like a vegetable dog. Hanzhong had run more than once, how could he not find such a mine?
"Just ordinary iron ore!"
Feng Yong looked at Pu Yuan, who had obvious symptoms of epilepsy, inexplicably, "It's just that the method of smelting iron is different from the common one."
"Master's secret method?"
Pu Yuan felt that he finally understood.
"That's right."
Not to mention iron smelting, even steelmaking is recorded in textbooks of later generations. There is no shortage of reaction schematics, and reaction formulas have to be memorized!
"No wonder……"
Pu Yuan murmured, sitting back in his original position dejectedly, "The Zajia Mountain Gate actually has such a secret method? Can you even ignore the distinction between heaven and earth? Isn't this going against heaven?"
It turns out that my survival as a dish dog was not an illusion, it turned out to be true.
Huang Yueying felt sad when she saw her senior brother's deeply shocked look and then heard him say these words.
I forgot to tell my senior brother that this guy's sect specializes in doing things that go against nature.
