In the thick stone stove, the hot flames were jumping crazily. There were shirtless men standing next to them, adding more firewood, and pulling the blower to create wind. They were constantly pulling the huge bellows, and the bright red molten iron in the stove was
It continuously flows into the created clay embryo to form iron tools.
Next to the iron tool where the embryo was produced, some strong men were holding their hammers high and beating the iron tool under their hands. The ping-pong-pong-pong sound came from their hands.
"Forging weapons?" Ziyu's eyes widened slightly as he looked at this scene.
The finished iron tools coming out of the furnace are either long swords or broadswords. They are forging weapons.
Beiming Changfeng saw that Ziyu recognized what he was doing here at a glance. He glanced at Ziyu and nodded: "If you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools.
I will never tolerate the current situation in Hou Qin State to continue, this world will be mine sooner or later."
Cold and sharp, that cold tone was full of firmness and absolute confidence. What he wanted was this world.
His ambition is to unite the world.
Ziyu turned around when he heard this: "Then?"
A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier, and a vassal king who doesn't want to be an emperor is not a good vassal king. She is not surprised at all by Beiming Changfeng's ambition to dominate the world, but why are you telling her this?
Beiming Changfeng turned to look at Ziyu, with red flames dancing in his dark eyes: "I need iron ore, I need weapons."
To fight a war, you must have weapons. Without weapons, it is useless to have wisdom higher than the sky.
Spears, short knives, long knives, long swords, siege vehicles, and armor are all made of iron, and the source of iron is produced from iron ore.
He needs iron ore, lots and lots of iron ore.
Ziyu looked at Beiming Changfeng, who didn't hide anything from her, and after a while he pursed his lips and muttered: "You are really not polite at all."
"It's not necessary for you." Beiming Changfeng said confidently.
Ziyu was speechless for a long time by Beiming Changfeng's righteousness. Looking at the seriousness and determination in those dark eyes, Ziyu slightly raised his eyebrows and suddenly said: "Then give it to me.
Smile."
As soon as the words came out, Beiming Changfeng was stunned.
Let him give her a smile?
Smile?
His face was slightly darkened, this is probably the language used by men in brothels to tease female actresses.
Ziyu squinted his eyes and looked at Beiming Changfeng's dark face. Last night, he begged him not to smile even one night. Now, he begged her. Well, let's smile first and see.
Ziyu suddenly felt proud. He had never felt proud in such a long time. He told you to be arrogant, domineering, and wear underwear with a cold face. Now, if you laugh or not, I will go home and sleep. Anyway, she
I never expected to be a queen or concubine. One person can eat enough and the whole family will not be hungry, hahaha.
Laughing, Ziyu looked at Bei Ming Changfeng's face that had darkened in the wind, and the sun was shining brightly.
Beiming Changfeng looked at the proud smile on Ziyu's face. For a moment, he was neither angry nor angry. After a while, he had to forcefully pull out a smile that was uglier than a ghost crying.
Ziyu immediately said in disgust: "You're scaring ghosts."
Beiming Changfeng's face suddenly sank, and he stared at Ziyu coldly: "Not satisfied?"
"Not satisfied." She wanted to see that the dazzling smile last night was not the scary one.
Beiming Changfeng nodded: "Okay."
As soon as the sound fell, Beiming Changfeng stretched out his hand, grabbed the fish and threw it on his shoulder.