"That's enough, no need to say any more, these things are enough for the Ministry of Industry to study for three or four years!"
An hour passed, Huang An closed the notebook and said with a smile, "What a great contribution. Turning it in once is a great contribution, and turning it in twice is still a great contribution. Dividing one great contribution into three can keep me in bed for several years!"
No matter what he said, it was still what the equation said, which scared Huang An.
If it weren't for ordinary technology, it would be enough to reconcile it with the previous words.
After the briquettes are exposed, someone will definitely look for the equation to find out. It is better to say it sooner than later. If he shares the work, he can be regarded as solving the trouble of the equation.
But with the opening of the equation, the situation is completely different. The equation can give far more than imagined, and the core technology can be passed down to the family.
The equation can be indifferent to these technical values, but not Huang An!
When the news spread, some people thought that Huang An was bullying Fang Fang based on his identity.
Most people would just forget to say this, just for fear of being overheard by the Empress. What would the Empress think of him then?
I thought I would be lucky enough to get through, but I thought the worst was possible and I was afraid that I would be laid to death for the rest of my life.
"Are you still afraid?" Fang Fang said with a smile.
Huang An did not take up the topic of equations and stuffed the notebook into his sleeve pocket, "Life is long, and you can't earn all the credit at once. You have to think about it later. I haven't been in contact with you for a long time, but I still understand your temperament to some extent, and you are all afraid. Troublesome man!”
"The people employed in the Wu Dynasty said that they did not support idle people, but in fact they used them to death. The man in the palace wished that everyone had good civil and martial arts skills, strong character, bold decision-making, and the ability to resist major events. Whenever he thought about it, We have to hide our lives!"
The Wu Dynasty under the military merit system was too scrolling, from top to bottom.
In the military merit system, three generations are beheaded. It is not just nobles who are beheaded. Members of the royal family are still beheaded, and it is done generation by generation. If they do not work hard, even the emperor's legitimate son will fall out of the county prince title after three generations and become an ordinary member of the royal family.
"In that case, I'll just listen to you. If you have any questions in the future, just come to me directly!" Fang Fang nodded with a smile.
It is indeed a bit much, and the concept of blast furnace is highlighted.
What was given was a plan for a local blast furnace, but this local blast furnace was still a reduced-dimensional existence in another world.
If Huang An hadn't told him that the annual output of various types of iron in the Wu Dynasty was only more than 1,600 tons, and the Song Dynasty was a little more than twice that amount, reaching more than 4,000 tons, the equation would have been unimaginable. Firearms were even produced in the Ming Dynasty. Under such circumstances, the iron smelting technology of the other world could be so low-end.
Calculated in sequence, the steel output of the entire Kyushu and Six Kingdoms combined is not as much as that of the early Ming Dynasty in official history.
If the data is remembered correctly, during the Yongle period of official history, the Ming Dynasty's official production of iron was more than 9,700 tons.
As for the indigenous blast furnaces, as long as the workmanship is not bad, each cubic meter of the furnace base can produce about 1.5 tons of iron per day. In other words, the Wu Dynasty only needed to build six or seven blast furnaces with three cubic meters of indigenous furnace bases. Blast furnaces can catch up with Kyushu's current annual output.
The difference here is not just a tiny bit, but completely incomparable.
You really should hide it, otherwise people will become jealous. Once your eyes become red, anything can happen.
Fang Fang doesn’t want to gamble on people’s hearts!
"Probably not. The blast furnace matter needs to be urgent but also slow. It's better to wait a little longer than to be anxious. After all, the current production is enough!"
After the iron is refined, it can be continuously recycled.
There are not many real consumption places. If you are really short of weapons in the warehouse, you can just throw them into the road. It is far more convenient than starting from smelting ore.
"The quantity doesn't matter, but the quality can be tried. You've also seen the mold for briquettes. Common weapons that don't need to be complicated can also be cast directly through this method. If you can't find a suitable material for a while, clay or sand will do. Okay, after it cools down, let someone sharpen it and make a sharp edge!" Fang Fang suggested.
The blast furnace is already lit, so the mold really has nothing to hide.
"That's not a big deal. I'll give it a try when the time comes. If it really works, my country's weapons can be replaced on a large scale. You don't know that most of the good weapons nowadays are passed down from family. If we continue to distribute them, after three years of After a big battle, we had to go back to the drawing board and rebuild it, which resulted in a lot of scolding from the border troops!"
The Ministry of Industry's manufacturing warehouse asked for quantity. How could the army of the Wu Dynasty be satisfied if the quantity was insufficient? Quality was only incidental to the completion of the quantity requirement.
Really good weapons are still in the hands of major private families. These families may not have the technology to convert ore into iron, but they still have the technology and time to process iron. Even if it is not for selling, it is for their own soldiers. Children, most martial arts masters are willing to support a few good weapons masters.
"It's enough to survive three wars, isn't it?"
The quality of ancient standard weapons is really hard to describe. Even in the heyday of the dynasty, it was impossible for everyone to have iron weapons in one hand, let alone in troubled times. Wooden sticks wrapped with iron sheets were considered superior weapons. More often than not, Just make do.
In the agricultural era, productivity was backward, and it was common for a hoe to be passed down to three generations.
"What can you do if you don't want to make do with weapons? The iron output in the Song Dynasty was high, and how many people could have obtained iron weapons? Why did the Hunan Army use long spears and spears? Not enough training is one thing, but more importantly, the landlords also No iron left!"
Iron deficiency is a difficulty faced by all countries in Kyushu. Each country only produces a small amount of iron every year, which is needed by all walks of life, and no matter how much it is divided, it is not enough.
"Okay... let's not talk about this. I will go out and prepare. If I can sing well in tomorrow's play, we brothers can make a small fortune!"
Huang An stood up with his hands on the table, eased the numbness in his legs, and exchanged a few words with Fang Fang before Huang An slowly walked out of the tent.
"Where are you going?"
Before Huang An could go out, the staff curtain was lifted from the outside, and Old Man Xia got in directly next to him.
"Mr. Xia?"
Looking at the old man Xia who had come in, Huang An couldn't help but clenched his fists hidden under his robe. The last thing he wanted to see in recent days was the man named Xia in front of him.
This old guy, older and more senior, gave him credit and a future, but it just made him lose the happiness of lying down.
If it weren't for his age, Huang An would have really wanted to punch him twice so that he could feel the rage of salted fish.
"If you have something to do, go ahead. If you have nothing to do, sit down for me!"
Old Man Xia walked past Huang An and came to Fang Fang, who had a bitter look on his face. "You look at me like that. You have to put an end to what you did yourself!"
Yue Fei moved, Zhang He had to go to the front line, and it was difficult to visit the grassland.
The prime minister is old and no longer responsible for specific matters.
In that battle forty years ago, the Wu Dynasty lost a generation. It was not Old Man Xia who boasted, but he was the only person in the entire dynasty who could work together to suppress the border, control the situation, and stabilize the court. Something is missing more or less.
But he will be stuck by logistics. It is best to finalize the matter on the grassland before Zhang He leaves. However, the equation only gives directions and contains too few details.
