They were all people who had enough to eat and the whole family was not hungry. They had no relatives or friends, so Chen Mu simply led everyone to build a house near Longyaozi.
Regardless of the beauty, just for the sake of living, the eleven people spent only one day repairing the house, simply repairing a few wooden wooden beds, and settled down there.
Once the kiln was repaired, it seemed that nothing happened to these men.
I always felt that I owed Chen Mu, but now that I was idle in the village all day and took Chen Mu's money every day, I felt even more uncomfortable.
In less than two days, several men had come to Chen Mu to say goodbye, but without exception, they were all shouted back by Chen Mu.
After thinking about it, it is indeed not a problem to continue like this. The road down the mountain has always been very rugged. Since we decided to use Lihe Village as a production base, the road will have to be repaired sooner or later.
Therefore, the next day Chen Mu asked a dozen people to get shovels and shovels to build the road.
Having something to do and not feeling guilty about it, a dozen or so people suddenly felt balanced.
Compared to those scholars with mixed thoughts, Chen Mu is more willing to deal with these rough guys. In many cases, such people should be more polite and moral.
"Hoo ho ho!"
In the dragon kiln, Xiahou was sitting on the ground with his arms bare, constantly pulling the bellows.
"How's the iron smelting going?"
Seeing Chen Mu coming with his hands behind his back, Xiahou wiped his sweat and said with a smile: "Zhazha is almost finished practicing. It will be ready soon."
Chen Mu nodded and stared at the flames rising in the bellows.
Chen Mu had already understood in advance that the Long Xia Dynasty used the sponge iron-making method. At a certain temperature, the iron ore was reduced to obtain sponge iron, and then forged to obtain pig iron.
A very primitive method. The carbon content in this pig iron is about 2%. It is relatively hard, but very brittle.
Not long after, Xia Hou stepped forward to open the kiln, took out the sponge iron, and began to hammer on the iron plate.
Hammer after hammer, no matter how long it took, the pig iron Chen Mu needed was finally ready.
"Brother Mu, can this iron... really be smelted again? I never heard of it when I was learning from my father."
Chen Mubai glanced at him: "Don't worry, just keep pulling the bellows later. By the way, have you got back the graphite you were asked to do?"
"Did you mean this?"
Chen Mu nodded: "Read the drawings I showed you. I'll make two knives for you later."
"It's not my fault, Brother Mu, your knife looks good, but it's too thin. Like the knife we used before, it has to be as wide as yours, so it's not practical at all."
Chen Mu smiled: "Don't worry, our sword is no worse than those big swords you use. Refine your iron well."
Xia Hou responded, although he didn't know what the purpose of this black thing was, but since it was Chen Mu's order, he should do it.
In ancient times, the porcelain kiln was probably the only thing that could produce the highest temperature, which was probably over 1,300 degrees.
The melting point of iron is around 1,400 degrees. Chen Mu just wanted to try to see if he could reduce the iron and add graphite containing carbon elements to make an alloy that is far stronger than iron - steel.
There are frequent wars in this world, and there is never a year without a war. Making steel means further improvement in the quality of swords and guns.
In order to prevent iron weapons from breaking easily, soldiers' weapons on the battlefield are made of a lot of iron materials. They are too heavy and thick and are not suitable for use on the battlefield where life and death can be determined in a second.
Can you imagine how much impact a steel knife that is several times lighter and several times sharper and harder will have on today's world?
I sold guns and guns in my previous life, but I can still do it again in this life without changing the medicine.
There is no coal here, and the heat generated by charcoal is not enough. We can only rely on time and constant manpower to see if we can get it out.
After more than half an hour, Chen Mu was finally able to see the iron block slowly restoring itself in the shadow of the fire.
"Xiahou, work harder, it's almost time!"
After half an hour, Xiahou was already tired and had a sore back and waist. After hearing Chen Mu roar, he raised his arms and started to pump the bellows like crazy.
As soon as there are signs of restoration, Xiahou will take it out in about a moment.
Afterwards, Chen Mu added some graphite to the pig iron.
In this way, Xia Hou kept knocking until dark. When Chen Mu and his party finished their meal and went to the dragon kiln together, two steel knives had been forged.
"Brother Mu, this is the knife you asked Brother Xiahou to hit."
"It looks good, but it's too thin. Shouldn't it be disabled?"
The blade is slender and straight, and the whole body is pitch black, shining with cold light in the light of the lights.
Which knife is the most practical and beautiful in the world?
Chen Mu believes that it belongs to the Tang Heng Dao of the Tang Dynasty. This kind of knife is not large in area and weight. Now with steel to enhance its hardness, it can be regarded as the world's first-class murder weapon.
Seeing that everyone felt that his knife was not practical, Chen Mu took out the simple knife that had been hidden under the bed.
"Come, Xiahou, let's try it. If my knife makes an incision, I will give each of you twenty coins. If this Tang sword breaks, I will give each of you twenty coins. What do you think? Do you dare to bet?"
As soon as they heard that Chen Mu had set up a bet, a group of senior men immediately became interested. In their understanding, with such a thin blade, it would not be a problem to be cut off directly from the waist, let alone the mouth.
"Haha, okay!"
"Brother Mu is afraid he will have to give us money tonight!"
After saying that, Chen Mu raised the Tang Dao in his hand and held it straight. The moment Xia Hou swung the sword, he took it out in an instant.
"Bang!"
The knife intersected, and a crisp sound exploded.
Under the influence of the force, the Tang Dao was directly curled by the cut, but looking at the Pu Dao again, it was directly broken into two halves.
"Bang!"
The moment the dagger hit the ground, the pine trees in the dragon kiln instantly fell silent.
"Good knife!"
"Why...the iron knife broke?"
Some people praised it, while others still looked in disbelief. It was unimaginable that an iron knife that was nearly twice as thick could be cut directly in half!
"Brother Mu, you...why...this..."
Xiahou was speechless, excited and surprised.
"This is the latest iron-making method I have researched. Both toughness and hardness are stronger than iron knives. You can call it steel... so give me the money."
"What a knife..."
Having said this, for some reason, everyone suddenly fell silent again.
Xia Hou stared blankly at the knife in Chen Mu's hand, his eyes complex, as if he was feeling sad.
After a long while, he lamented: "Think about it, if my ninety brothers had such a sharp knife, I don't know how many more they would have lived..."
The emotion immediately infected the ten veterans around him. After being on the battlefield for so long, I have seen too many brothers whose heads were removed by the enemy before they could swing their swords.
They know very well what a great protection it would be if they had such a good sword.
Chen Mu patted Xia Hou on the shoulder and said softly: "Don't worry, one day, the entire Long Xia army will be worthy of such a hand, but now you should pay."
As soon as these words came out, everyone burst into hearty laughter again.