Chapter 104 The Four Blacksmiths of the Wang Family
Entering the blacksmith workshop, a wave of heat hit your face.
Although there is no water vapor, the temperature inside is at least ten degrees higher than outside.
"It's so hot here that people can't bear to work in it."
"Fang Zhe, let someone set up a shed in the open space behind tomorrow."
Song Yang frowned and said.
This was his first time entering the blacksmith's workshop.
I have always ignored a problem in the past. Placing the ironmaking workshop indoors would cause the temperature to be too high.
The houses in the new city, whether in residential areas or workshop areas, are all built in the same style of soil-based houses.
At that time, for the convenience of construction, we also forgot to consider whether it was hot or not.
Song Yang came in this time and felt the temperature firsthand.
I also thought that special operations should be placed in a ventilated and cool place.
"Yes, I will have it done tomorrow," Fang Zhe said hurriedly.
He also followed in. The temperature inside was simply not something ordinary people could endure.
The four blacksmiths all looked happy.
Unexpectedly, the prince solved their minor problems as soon as he came.
They were new here and it was difficult to ask Song Yang for any conditions.
Originally, I couldn't even get enough to eat in Raozhou, but now I can have enough to eat in Jiangzhou, so I don't have the nerve to ask for this or that.
Song Yang looked at the furnace and saw that they were making sickles.
Since the first Jiangzhou Conference, the main production task of blacksmiths and woodworking workshops has been sickles.
How can we harvest without enough sickles?
After picking up the newly made blade and looking at it, Song Yang nodded with satisfaction.
Let’s not talk about whether we can build a more advanced one.
At least the basic skills are there.
Moreover, the blade of the mower that Song Yang now wants them to build is one of the most important parts.
Song Yang took three blades and turned around and walked out.
Fang Zhe and Yu Ming seemed to have been granted amnesty, and they were already sweating.
The four blacksmiths also followed him out, wondering what Song Yang was doing with the sickle blade.
"I know that there are three welding techniques, do you know them?" Song Yang looked back at the four blacksmiths and asked.
"Back to your lord, I know all three." Wang Jinshi nodded.
Welding technology has existed as early as the pre-Qin period.
After years of development, the welding technology of Daqian Dynasty is divided into three types:
Welding, brazing and pressure welding.
The young blacksmith in Xincheng only knows how to braze. The old blacksmith can do all three, but his hands are disabled and he can't use them at all. The skills the young blacksmith has learned are also average.
Unexpectedly, these four new blacksmiths were able to do all three.
Song Yang nodded with satisfaction and said: "I want to make something, come and see if you can make it."
Song Yang asked Fang Zhe for paper and pen, and asked the two young blacksmiths to bring out the table.
Just lay some straw paper on it and paint a little bit, and then you'll be able to draw something.
"Your Majesty, are these three sickles welded together?"
"Do you need to weld an iron ring outside?"
Wang Jinshi looked at Song Yang's paintings and asked.
Song Yang nodded with satisfaction. Before he spoke, Wang Jinshi could tell a rough idea, indicating that he was still very experienced.
"That's right. This thing is used to chop fodder."
"When you look at the three sickle blades, you should turn the blades to the opposite side."
"The three blades are welded together and fixed with an iron ring."
"Make a stand to hold up this three-headed blade."
"A handle is made on the iron ring of the blade, and the blade can be rotated by shaking it."
"Let the carpenter make a trough here to deliver the grass."
As Song Yang explained, Wang Jinshi nodded frequently, and every sentence covered the key points.
After Song Yang finished speaking, Wang Jinshi repeated it directly.
It was also proposed that the guillotine should be thickened and widened for stability and strength.
Song Yang was still thinking about this just now, but before he could say anything, Wang Jinshi found the upgrade point on his own.
"Yes! That's what I mean. Can you do it?" Song Yang asked with a smile.
"Yes, sir, don't worry, it will be done tomorrow afternoon." Wang Jinshi promised.
"So fast. Very good!" Song Yang nodded approvingly.
In fact, the mower is very simple, the process is not complicated, and the iron materials are readily available.
It's just a matter of making the iron piece used to make the sickle larger.
Wang Jinshi even said that there was no need to ask a carpenter for help, they could do it all themselves.
As a blacksmith, how can you be a qualified blacksmith if you don’t know any carpentry work...
After leaving the blacksmith workshop, the smile on Song Yang's face never faded.
Through the exchange just now, Song Yang has basically confirmed that the blacksmith's craftsmanship is sufficient to manufacture a steam engine.
If all the current production targets were not placed on the autumn harvest and there was a slight shortage of iron ore, Song Yang would have wanted them to build the steam engine right away.
"Don't forget to finish their work sheds tomorrow. These four blacksmiths are good. If there is anything I need at work, please try your best to cooperate."
On the way, Song Yang told Fang Zhe again that this type of technical work must be retained.
When I got home, there was a man standing at the door.
I walked over and saw that it was Song Chengwang.
"My dear nephew, school is over?"
Song Yang walked over with a smile and pulled Song Chengwang into the courtyard under the stone table.
"Uncle Wang, you are back. School has just ended."
Song Chengwang took over Song Yang's teaching job and devoted himself wholeheartedly to education.
It has only been a few days, and every day I feel that I have lived a fulfilling life.
"What? What do you want to see Uncle Wang for?"
Song Yang saw that the boy was hesitant to speak, so he asked.
"Uncle Wang. I heard that the fleet is back?" Song Chengwang asked.
Song Yang nodded.
"Are they going to Fengzhou?" Song Chengwang asked again.
"Well. Do you want to go back together?" Song Yang looked at Song Chengwang.
"No no no!"
Song Chengwang shook his head hurriedly, "Are you kidding? I won't go back!"
"Uncle Wang. Actually, my nephew wants to ask Uncle Wang for something."
Song Chengwang rubbed his hands for a while before saying.
"What are you talking about? Uncle Wang will help you with whatever he can do." Song Yang looked at Song Chengwang curiously and asked.
Song Chengwang first mentioned the fleet and then said that he had something to ask for. It seemed to be related to Fengzhou.
"That...that..."
Song Chengwang waited for a long time before saying: "Uncle Wang, can you ask the fleet to help me find someone?"
"Looking for someone?" Song Yang was stunned. Who are you looking for?
Song Chengwang hesitated for a long time before he explained clearly.
Song Yang was speechless for a while.
Your kid is only twelve years old!
He actually asked Song Yang to find a girl for him.
Liu Yuhua, the daughter of Fengzhou colleague Liu Minghui...
Song Chengwang said that this girl was his baby bride when he was a child.
The two are also childhood sweethearts and grew up together.
A while ago, before the natural disaster hit, they went to the lake together to enjoy the flowers.
"Uncle Wang, I have to make it clear to you! There are not many people alive under natural disasters, even one out of ten is considered a lot."
"The Liu Yuhua you want to find may not be alive."
Song Yang was speechless, but when his eldest nephew mentioned it, he naturally wanted to help inquire.
Song Chengwang looked up at Song Yang and said:
"Uncle Wang. I heard Wang Yongning say that he saw the carriage on the Tongzhifu. I know that carriage belongs to Yuhua."
"She will be fine!" Song Chengwang's eyes were convinced.
Song Yang looked at him like this and nodded in agreement.
Love in the last days is so precious, how could Song Yang fail to fulfill it?