As a qualified modern person, Ying Zheng is quite familiar with the method of blacksmithing.
In addition, he doesn't train like a 13-year-old body, so there is no problem in wielding a sword.
The only thing that worries Ying Zheng is that he doesn't know yet whether Da Qin in this world has real qualified iron materials.
If you only have the most basic iron ore, it will be a bit troublesome to build a qualified sword. The predecessor Ying Zheng did not have many memories of blacksmithing in his mind...
Fortunately, Ying Zheng didn't worry too much in the end.
It didn't take long for the two guards to bring a complete set of forging equipment.
Including anvils, forging furnaces, hammers, sword-making platforms, sword-smelting pools, a lot of refined iron ore, a few pieces of extraterrestrial iron, and so on.
Ying Zheng even found a blower among these things! The wooden structure was not the backward wind bag he had imagined.
In addition, the two guards seemed to have guessed what Ying Zheng wanted to do, and even specially obtained the most standard top-secret proportion formula for casting meteorite iron swords from the palace official workshop.
But after seeing these things, Ying Zheng's worries became more serious.
As expected, it is not exactly the same as the Da Qin I know.
Still have to be faster...
"Your Highness, everything you want is here." The guard said respectfully.
Ying Zheng didn't say much. He took off his black gold black bird robe, rolled up his sleeves to reveal the strong muscles on his arms, and picked up the hammer to look at it a few times.
"good."
He waved casually to the two guards.
"There's nothing else for you to do next. Go out and guard. Don't reveal anything about this place without my order, and don't let anyone in."
The two guards hesitated for a moment, as if they wanted to say something, but in the end they quickly and respectfully accepted the order.
"Yes! Your Highness!"
After the two guards left, Ying Zheng squatted among the iron materials, selected a few pieces of the best materials, then took out the flint, skillfully lit a fire, pushed the blower, slowly melted the iron materials, and melted a few meteorites. Iron also joined in.
The fire was boiling, causing the temperature of the small side room to rise rapidly.
This is the month of July when the warm spring turns to summer. Sitting in the room, Ying Zheng soon started to sweat profusely.
But Ying Zheng remained calm, casually wiping the sweat from his forehead, and kept pushing and pulling the blower with one hand to keep the fire stable.
After a lot of molten iron and meteorite melted, Ying Zheng took out the clamp, carefully took out the crucible, poured the molten iron into the mold, and waited quietly for the iron to solidify.
After the iron was half solid, Ying Zheng took out the red iron with a clamp and placed it on the iron felt. He picked up the hammer, raised it high, and then suddenly smashed it down!
'Boom! ! '
Sparks fly!
A dull sound emanated from the half-melted iron block, and the originally thick iron block suddenly became shorter!
'Boom! '
'Boom! '
'Boom! '
Ying Zheng picked up the hammer again and brought down three hammers in succession, hitting the red iron block repeatedly!
Waiting until the dull sound of thumping turned into the clanging sound of gold and iron, Ying Zheng put the iron block back into the furnace and smelted it again...
Throughout the whole day, Ying Zheng kept smelting and hammering this piece of iron.
The iron material that was originally half the size of a human head gradually became the size of two fists, and the impurities in it were constantly being knocked out...
During this process, Ying Zheng did not let anyone help, let alone anyone come in.
Even when eating, the guards would leave it outside the door.
Regarding all this, it was actually Ying Zheng's helpless choice.
In today's situation, there are very few people around who can be trusted. Even the confidants selected by the predecessor Ying Zheng are very likely to have problems.
For this first spectacle, he had to ensure that it was perfect and foolproof.
It was precisely for this reason that Ying Zhengcai did not ask for anyone's help, but chose to smelt iron and forge swords himself, in order to ensure the integrity of the ruins of this wonder.
After a day of sword making, even though Ying Zheng's body had been trained for a long time, he couldn't help but feel sore all over his body, and he slept until dawn the next day before waking up.
Looking at the anvil and hammer in front of him, Ying Zheng sighed helplessly.
"The majestic eldest son of the Qin Dynasty, the next king of the Qin Dynasty, and the emperor of all time, is actually forging iron in his side room..."
"If this spreads out, how shameless will it be..."
Gently rubbing his swollen and sore shoulders, thinking of the benefits of completing the construction of the first wonder ruins, Ying Zheng finally gritted his teeth, continued to stand up, lit the furnace, and rejoined the clanging blacksmithing career...
And while Ying Zheng was working day and night on forging iron and swords...
The other side.
Carved jade railings, tall pavilions, and gorgeous golden nanmu form the main body of the hall. Green white jade paved the hall, and a total of thirty-six magnificent pillars stand in all directions, supporting the entire magnificent canopy.
On each of these large pillars, a picture of the country is carved. These patterns are detailed and complicated, and each one is different. It is so ingenious that the characters and animals in it seem to come to life, and are dotted in the gaps. With green jade and agate, it is extremely luxurious.
This is the Palace of the Empress Dowager of the Qin Dynasty.
It is also the palace of Huayang, the Empress Dowager of the Qin Dynasty.
As the pinnacle of power of the Mi clan and the Queen Mother of the Qin Dynasty, Mrs. Huayang looks about fifty years old, with slightly gray hair on her temples. Although she is a bit old, she is not obviously old.
Her eyes are soft and her mouth is always smiling. Instead of being one of the most powerful people in the Qin Dynasty, she has a kind feeling. At a glance, she is like seeing a rich mother-in-law, which makes people feel close to her.
But judging from the many maids who were kneeling on the ground around them and not daring to raise their heads, it was obvious that this was not the case.
Gently sipping a cup of morning tea, looking at Ying Zheng who had not come to say good morning for a long time. After looking at the time, Queen Mother Hua Yang narrowed her eyes slightly and spoke with a smile.
"The sun is rising in the west today. What's wrong with Zheng'er? He even forgot about good morning."
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding maids suddenly felt an unspeakable chill, their heads lowered even lower, and they did not dare to make any move.
After a long time, Mrs. Huayang raised her head with a graceful posture.
"Does anyone know what happened to Zheng'er today? Why don't you come and have a good morning?"
Almost as soon as Mrs. Huayang finished speaking, a figure walked up from the dark edge of the room behind her and whispered a few words of respect beside Mrs. Huayang.
After hearing this, Mrs. Huayang, who was about to drink tea, suddenly stopped drinking tea from the cup in her hand and frowned slightly.
"????"
"What did you say?"
"Zheng'er...are you blacksmithing?"
