How to harden a needle, from an iron needle to a steel needle, Liang Chuan thought about it carefully, and there is a detailed description later in the Tiangong Kaiwu Needle chapter. Although he has never practiced it, Liang Chuan talks like a doctoral tutor, talking non-stop and speaking clearly and logically!
"Master Fang, do you know what steel is?"
"Steel?" How could Fang Tianding know?
"Black iron can be turned into fine steel after being refined for a long time. Anything harder than iron is steel!" Liang Chuan said. It is difficult to explain something that he cannot understand.
"The needles we produce are not only easier to use than others because they have an extra needle eye, but the material is also harder. If a needle can't even sew linen, it's not a qualified needle. Fang Wan, you go to my store and get it. Bring back some charcoal, then go to the market to buy some pine wood and black beans, and I will teach you how to do it later!"
Fang Wan felt dizzy after hearing this. He might have bought charcoal and pine wood to start a fire, but tempeh? Why buy this? Do you want to pickle it? How could I think of buying this thing at this time?
Fang Tianding saw his daughter's doubts and said to her: "Wan'er, don't ask any more questions. Just do what Sanlang said. You saw it just now. Sanlang seemed to know nothing, but he was more knowledgeable than us. There are a lot of them, so what he said is correct."
As a master master, Fang Tianding also started his career as an apprentice.
Fang Wan nodded and was about to go out when Liang Chuan caught up with Fang Wan and said, "Miss Fang, take the money with you. Brother Zhao is unable to move in the store. If you go to see him at this time, he will be moved to death. He is like no other." If you like it, you just like it. When you go to the street to buy pine wood and black bean sauce, if you see something delicious, buy some and eat it together. No one in my place will say anything about you."
"I hate it... what did you say?" Fang Wan was so embarrassed that her cheeks turned red. She didn't care about taking Liang Chuan's money, and ran away without looking back.
Liang Chuan looked at Fang Wan's shy appearance, stood and sighed: "Recruiting brother, recruiting brother, I can only help you so much, you have to make good use of it."
Fang Wanguang heard from his brother Zhao that he was talking about Wanda Store, but he had never been there before. As soon as he arrived at the door of the store, he immediately became anxious.
There was only one very beautiful girl in the store who looked like a fairy. In comparison, she felt as inferior as the moon in the sky or the fireflies by the river. There was also an old man in the store, who was writing something with his head down. Many people came to buy incense and candles, and some people came to buy woven bamboo products. The business was very good.
Shen Yuzhen saw a girl at the door who was afraid to come in, and she didn't look like someone who came to the store to buy things. She asked doubtfully: "Girl, are you looking for someone?"
Fang Wan asked in a low voice: "Does Brother Zhao live here?"
This made Shen Yuzhen very happy. In this shop, I only heard that people came to look for Liang Chuan, but no one came to recruit a younger brother. Seeing that this girl was simple and unpretentious, Shen Yuzhen thought that she was probably looking for Liang Chuan, but she didn't expect it. He's looking for a younger brother! It is true that the dog in the school has memorized poems every three years. He recruited his younger brother to follow Liang Chuan for several years. He did not learn from the good ones, but he also learned the art of attracting bees and butterflies.
Shen Yuzhen smiled like a big sister looking at her younger siblings: "Come on, it's cold outside, come into the house!" After saying that, Shen Yuzhen took the initiative to take Fang Wan's hand and pulled her into the house.
Fang Wan felt the warmth of the hand. It was soft and waxy, like a piece of nephrite. What kind of woman's hand could be so soft, smooth and moist? Compared with her own hand, it didn't look like linen. Compared with women, how could it be like this? So easy to touch. .
Zhaodi couldn't move for a whole day. He lay on his bed and groaned. He couldn't take care of three meals. When the door opened, he didn't even open his eyelids. He said to himself: "Why is Aunt Zhao eating so fast? The last meal was..." The food hasn’t been digested yet, and my stomach is still full.”
Shen Yuzhen stood at the door and coughed dryly: "There is no formality! Brother Zhao, you are very capable now. I thought that only our boss had the ability to let the girl come to the door in person. It's really a puppy in the school who knows how to do it after three years of following you. Recite a poem, now you have learned five or six points from my boss's skills, why don't you get up quickly, why don't you let the girl stand while you are lying down?"
Zhaodi respected and feared these sisters. They usually took good care of him, so Zhaodi could listen to everything they said.
There was no hint of scolding in Shen Yuzhen's tone, but rather a sense of teasing herself. When Zhaodi heard that someone was looking for him, he jumped up like a carp and jumped up from the bed with great vigor.
"Fang... Wan'er!" Zhaodi shouted without shame or embarrassment, making Fang Wan blush as red as a persimmon in late autumn. Zhaodi was so excited that his kick was not in vain, but why was Fang Wan so open-minded that he took the initiative to come to him?
"I won't stand in your way. I'll give Miss Fang Wan'er some kimchi." Shen Yuzhen smiled and looked at Fang Wan and then at the excited Zhao brother. What girl doesn't have a child? She also held the door slightly closed.
"Why are you here!"
"My boss asked me to come to your store to get some charcoal. I bought you two pieces of freshly fried vegetable cake. You can eat it while it's hot." After saying that, Fang Wan took out the fried rice cake wrapped in Juanzi from his arms. Cai Kueh, gently lift it open to reveal the golden fried rice cake.
"This dumpling is so hot. You are so stupid to keep it in your arms! Take it out quickly, don't burn it!"
Fang Wan saw his delicate body and said happily: "I usually sit next to the stove, and I'm not afraid of getting burned. Eat it quickly and see if it tastes good."
Qingyuan's rice cakes, commonly known as vegetable cakes, are fried golden and crispy on the outside, but are smooth and soft on the inside. The outer shell is crispy when you bite into it, and the inside melts in your mouth and is very sweet. Zhaodi took two pieces of vegetable cake, sat on the bed and ate happily.
"Would you like to have a piece too?"
"I think it's fine for you to eat. When that beautiful sister comes in later, it won't be nice to see us eating together." Fang Wan said sweetly. Seeing Zhaodi eating so happily, the little Zhaodi was so happy. As the boss said, it's very easy to be satisfied.
"That sister's name is Yuzhen, and her surname is Shen. The rest is a long story, and I'll tell you slowly in the future. But she is beautiful and has a gentle temperament, so you don't have to worry."
Shen Yuzhen knocked on the door gently, and then walked in calmly: "I seem to hear you talking bad about me."
"No... no... Brother Zhao is praising you, sister Yuzhen." Fang Wan stuttered back.
Shen Yuzhen brought a plate of tempting kimchi to Fang Wan: "I don't know what kind of boy Zhaodi is. How about Miss Fang trying this snack we made?"
Seeing that she was easy-going, Fang Wan became no longer reserved. He picked up a piece of white radish with his chopsticks. It seems like a door to a new world has opened as soon as you enter it. The taste is so sour and refreshing. Girls like this taste the most!
"You may like this taste. I've eaten everything before, but now I taste this taste and I like it. I'll ask Brother Zhao to pack some for you and take it home to eat slowly."
"Why is this so embarrassing?"
Brother Zhao said: "Sister Yuzhen, third brother asked Wan'er to come to the store to get some charcoal. I will take her to get it."
Shen Yuzhen glared at him: "You should stay with Miss Fang and rest more. I'll go!"
Liang Chuan watched Fang Tianding fight for a long time. He was very strong and helped Fang Tianding a lot. Fang Tianding sighed in his heart, it would be great if he had such a son. It was his fate.
Not long after, Fang Wan came back from outside with charcoal, pine wood and black beans, and a porcelain jar in his arms.
Liang Chuan sniffed it, hey, why does it smell a bit like his own kimchi?
"Boss, I bought what you wanted."
"Wan'er, why did you go out for so long, and it took you a long time to come back after buying this little thing? Have you gone crazy again?" Fang Tianding asked, looking at his daughter and frowning.
"No way!" Fang Wan said with a pout. Now that he and his father had sold themselves to him, there was no need to talk about whether it was hard work or not.
As soon as Liang Chuan smelled the smell of the kimchi, he knew that it was undoubtedly brought from his store. He thought that Fang Wan must have stayed in his store for a while. The old man was very strict with his daughter, so he said: "Girl, you have worked hard." Okay, now I want to use your pot."
Forging iron is inseparable from making a pot. Why the Han people feel that they are different from the nomads in the north and northwest? It is because inside this iron pot, there is a home with a pot, and a wandering heart can settle down. For the nomads, they don't even need an iron pot. The place where they can raise a campfire is where they live.
There are various styles of pots in the Fang family's iron shop. They beat the pots until they are smooth and shiny. They are all good pots made with hammer after hammer.
Liang Chuan set up the iron pot, and the flames in the stove rose brightly. Nothing had been cooked in the new iron pot. Liang Chuan roared and pushed the sack into the pot. The pine charcoal and black bean bones were all there. All the brains fell into the pot.
Both of them were stunned, this is it. . Want to fry those needles? They didn't feel sorry for the iron pot. How much money was a pot worth? Liang Chuan showed off his needle-making skills. This method alone was worth a lot of money, and a pot was nothing in comparison.
"Fang Wan, go and get some soil from the yard. You want dry soil, don't let it get wet."
Fang Wan could only go to the yard to get soil. In this era, yards were all made of earth, and the ground was rarely hardened. After a while, Fang Wan dug out a large basket of soil.
"Pour it in." Liang Chuan said firmly.
"Then... I'll fall down."
There was a lot of mess in that pot, and if you pour all this soil in, it would be really impossible to look at it. Seeing that Liang Chuan still knew what he was doing, Fang Wan didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he could only slowly pour the soil into the pot.
"Old Fang, give me a shovel."
Fang Tianding handed Liang Chuan a shovel, and Liang Chuan picked up the shovel and began to stir-fry the vegetables in the pot. . Those iron needles were also put into this pot of vegetables, and it was a veritable hodgepodge.
