Shen Qingqian looked magnanimous, with a smile on her lips, and looked at Mr. Qin like that.
Shen Xiao and others all watched with bated breath, and no one made a sound.
I don't know how long it took, but Mr. Qin suddenly laughed loudly, "Hahaha... You girl, you are so smart, your Shen family is really lucky!"
Shen Qingqian smiled and said pointedly: "I don't know if you are blessed or not. It is enough if you don't bring disaster to your family."
"Oh? So you've been hiding your clumsiness all these years?" Mr. Qin asked, stroking his beard.
Shen Qingqian shook her head, "There is no such thing as hidden clumsiness. She is just an ordinary woman. My name was given by my grandfather. He only wanted me to live my life safely and smoothly."
The name "Qing" for the women of this generation of the Shen family originally meant that Taifu Shen hoped that the women in the family would be innocent throughout their lives and not be criticized by others.
But after Shen Qingqian was born, Taifu Shen named her with the character "Qian" because she was frail and had been warned by Taoist Master Quchen that she would not live past the age of twelve.
In fact, there is another difference between Shen Qingqian and other girls in the Shen family, that is, she has a given name, her surname is Shen, her first name is Qingqian, and her given name is Anran.
Her name was also chosen by Tai Fu Shen. Not only did she choose the name, but she also entered it into the Shen family tree, in the hope that the ancestors of the Shen family could protect her and grow up safely.
"Teacher Shen really feels sorry for you, girl!" Mr. Qin said with emotion.
At this time, Wu and others came back from the fields, and the conversation was interrupted.
After the meal, Mr. Qin finally became less excited and remembered the reason for coming to Shen's house today.
Wu went to the fields again after dinner. Shen Qingqian was talking to Shen Xiao and Mr. Qin alone in a room.
"Sixth girl, you asked your elder brother to call me over because you have something to tell me?" Mr. Qin asked straight to the point, putting aside everything else.
Shen Qingqian nodded, "Yesterday, I heard from my elder brother that Mr. Qin mentioned several times that ancient people died in the fire. I just have my own opinions on this, which may be able to solve Mr. Qin's urgent need."
With the level of productivity in this world, it would be a foolish dream to engage in large-scale steelmaking. But if you just make small parts and gadgets, it’s still no problem.
The most difficult problem at this time is not only people's limited understanding of various elements, but also the difficulty in reaching the temperature required for steelmaking.
"You mean, you know a way to make sharp weapons without jumping over the stove?"
When Mr. Qin heard this, he stood up in excitement. If Shen Xiao hadn't stopped him, he would have been so excited that he would have grabbed Shen Qingqian's shoulders.
Shen Qingqian really couldn't laugh or cry, but she could understand his mood, so she didn't waste any time and asked, "Mr. Qin, do you think the ancients' methods of making famous swords are any different from yours?"
The smelting and creation process has been the same for thousands of years, but not everyone can make good things.
Mr. Qin replied without hesitation, "Except that different materials will be added to specific things, all the procedures are the same."
"But there is still one thing that is different from you, right?" Shen Qing asked with a smile.
Mr. Qin frowned and looked at her, "Isn't it?"
Any famous thing that is passed down will be accompanied by a legend that the creator died in the furnace, or that someone died in the furnace for the creator.
"If you think about it carefully, what is the real difference?" Shen Qingqian looked helpless.
The ancients were superstitious and believed that good things could be made by dying in a furnace because the human soul was integrated into the objects, but in fact this was not the case at all.
"What's the real difference?" Mr. Qin frowned in thought. After a while, he still couldn't figure it out. "Other than people jumping in, there's no other difference!"
Shen Qingqian let out a long sigh and said bluntly: "What do you think would happen if the person was replaced by a pig?"
