Wei Jing walked into the workshop and looked around. The Wei Jianzhuang workshop was indeed much more impressive. The blower mechanism of the kiln was connected to the windmill and waterwheel outside. It was actually a semi-automatic type. It was not like the kiln in his workshop, which was old. The blower box always made his hands weak.
He touched around and looked at Wei Zhiqian. Wei Zhiqian said generously: "You can use it as you like. Daddy allows you to use it."
"Great!" Wei Jing cheered, forgetting most of the previous troublesome matters, ran to the wooden box where the steel bars were placed, rummaged through it, picked out an arm-long black steel bar, and looked at it horizontally and vertically. Hearing the sound of beating, he took it with the tongs and put it in the stove to burn.
Wei Jing picked up another hammer and swung it twice, waiting for the black steel bar to burn red.
"Wei Jing, what else do you know about Zhang Yao?" Wei Zhiqian squatted aside and asked in a daze.
"Why do you ask?"
"It's nothing, I just feel weird." Wei Zhiqian held a bamboo leaf and scribbled on the ground, murmuring: He said his hometown is in a remote countryside, but from what I saw, his conversation and behavior didn't sound like a countryman, but like a countryman. He's a young master who doesn't know how to do most of the menial tasks. He's quite polite. You are more like a country boy. "
"Humph, I am originally a country boy." Wei Jing wanted to make up some random lies to tease his cousin, but he thought that Gongsun Yao had an important purpose, so he couldn't make people suspicious and harm him, so he said seriously: " Can’t country people be polite? Why do you talk like this?”
"Why are you so serious? I'm just asking out of curiosity." Wei Zhiqian pouted.
Wei Jing took out the red black steel bar and began to beat it skillfully.
When he was in Xiaoyuan Village, Wei Wen was afraid that he would get into trouble if he took a sword, so he was not allowed to make his own weapons. However, when he was casting swords for customers, he would still let him practice forging iron hoes, kitchen knives, etc. He has been beating since he was a child, so Wei Jing is extremely skilled at this beating action.
He held the hammer down several times, stopped to inspect it, put it in the furnace to heat, then took it out and forged it, repeating it over and over again. He was lost in thought and gradually forgot about the things around him.
"Ajing, so you are here." Wei Changqing walked into the workshop with a smile.
"Uncle." Wei Jing quickly stopped his movements, and when his uncle motioned for him to continue, he forged the black steel bar again.
Wei Zhiqian stood up and said, "Dad, he wanted to forge, so I watched him to prevent him from getting his hands roasted."
"Don't underestimate your cousin. When you were playing with the baby, he was learning to forge from his father's side." Wei Changqing watched Wei Jing's forging force, technique, rhythm, angle, and how he entered the furnace attentively. At the right moment, he took a long breath, nodded slightly and said, "Yes... this is how we use the Wei sword."
"Dad, this is nothing unusual. It's just that you didn't teach me. Otherwise, I grew up in Jianzhuang, how could I lose to a boy?" Wei Zhiqian said unconvinced.
"How could your mother let you go into the workshop to strike iron?" Wei Changqing sighed: "And look at how heavy the big hammer in A Jing's hand is. How many times can you swing it?"
"So what?" Wei Zhiqian snorted, shook Wei Jing's test paper and said: "But after all, he was still a little behind me, and could only score ninety-eight points. When I was ten years old, questions like this were extremely difficult to answer. It can’t be wrong.”
"No way?" Wei Jing stopped his blacksmithing and asked puzzledly: "Which question is wrong?"
"Let me take a look." Wei Changqing took the test paper and looked at it quietly, but his expression suddenly changed.
Wei Zhiqian rushed to ask: "What is the toughest and top-grade sword steel in the world?"
Wei Jing answered without thinking: "Isn't it Wu Gang?"
Wei Zhiqian said in surprise: "What you wrote on the test paper is not black steel! What is 'Yueer Iron'? What is that?"
"I accidentally wrote it wrong." Wei Jing was silent for a while and explained with his hands.
He has known since he was a child that black steel is the best sword-making material in the world.
But somehow, there was an impression lingering in his mind, which seemed to remind him that the best steel in the world was actually Yue'er Iron.
As for why it was Yue'er Iron and what it looked like, he didn't know. He just kept these fragments of sentences and the formula of Yue'er Iron in his mind.
Wei Changqing slowly raised his head, looked at Wei Jing quietly, and asked: "Ajing, last time I asked your grandfather about the weapons book, but you answered that you didn't know."
"Yeah..."
"But you were able to write the three words "Yueertie", why?" Wei Changqing asked expressionlessly.
"I don't know... maybe I wrote it down by accident. I know the answer is black steel." Wei Jing's palms were sweating, but he didn't want to tell his uncle the words and formulas he knew in his heart.
Wei Zhiqian couldn't help but ask: "Dad, what exactly is Yue'er Iron?"
Wei Changqing did not answer, but just said: "I understand. In fact, A Jing, what you wrote this way is not wrong. The world is so vast, Wu Gang may not be the best in the world, maybe it is the second." Wei Changqing After Qing finished speaking, he handed the test paper back to Wei Jing, smiled slightly, turned around and went out.
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"Zhang Yao! Go get me a bucket of water. I want to wash my hands." Lang Zhongqi and a group of followers were chatting under the tree. When he saw Gongsun Yao passing by with a broom, he called him.
Gongsun Yao nodded and replied: "Okay, senior brother."
Several students were not satisfied when they saw Gongsun Yao obediently fetching water. They cursed in a low voice: "Look at his disgusting look! Pretending to be good will only make Zhongyun happy." "Yes, he is a natural-born pretty boy and a little wolfdog. ,hypocrite!"
Wei Jing had just returned from the workshop and saw this scene from a distance. He felt quite unhappy and sang a crooked song he made up on the spur of the moment: "It's better to be a pretty boy than to be shameless, a little wolfdog is better than a bad-mouthed dog, a hypocrite is better than a rotten villain." Yo──”
"Aren't you that boy who travels all day long? You and the hypocrite are from the same country, why are you talking so much?" Lang Zhongqi had already disliked Wei Jing and Gongsun Yao. Gongsun Yao just wanted to be respectful to him, and Wei Jing This active provocation made him unable to hold back any longer.
Lang Zhongqi strode over, pushed Wei Jing's shoulder, raised his head and glared at Wei Jing and said, "Are you worthy of making fun of me? Do you know my Lang family? Do you know how big the land is and how much money my family has?" A person from the countryside who only seeks relatives and friends? Do you really think you are a celebrity in the Wei Family Sword Village?"
When Lang Zhongqi said this, Shen He followed him to smooth things over and added on Lang Zhongqi's behalf: "Brother Lang's family is really big, with forty or fifty people in total. Each Lang family member has a dedicated servant, which is so enviable!"
Wei Jing chuckled and suddenly became excited. After saying goodbye to Bei Xiaolu, his mouth felt itchy and uncomfortable. He sneered several times and said, "You said Zhang Yao was hypocritical, expose him! Find out his ugly appearance and make everyone laugh. Yeah, don't just make wild guesses and slander. If you are not a gentleman, forget it, but don't be complacent and act like a villain. You only bully those who are easy to bully, and you are jealous of those who are better than you! You act like a dog. , wag your tail and be good.”
"What did you say..."
Lang Zhongqi was extremely angry and wanted to retort, but Wei Jing didn't let him speak. He took a breath and immediately answered: "You are a frog in a well who has never seen the world, I really admire you. Your father's surname is Lang, what is his name?"
"Leader Li of Chuangtianmen, Master Wang of Fuguiju, Yuanwai Lei Nan, Chef Hu of Shengshengtian, Old Mrs. Bei of Feixue Villa and Little Mother Monkey Bei Xiaolu, have you ever heard of these famous places? Is your home bigger than these places?
"My grandfather is the great swordsmith Wei Yunwu, and my uncle is your teacher. Is that enough? I haven't mentioned my grandfather yet. I'm afraid you'll wet your pants if I tell you.
"Hmph, I can tell by the look on your face that you don't agree with my marriage. Okay! Let's just compare Wei Jing and Lang Zhongqi. Let's see whether we go to the workshop to compete in blacksmithing, or we can quarrel or fight here!"
Wei Jing finished speaking in one breath, spread his hands towards Lang Zhongqi and said, "It's your turn, go ahead and speak!"
"You...you!" Lang Zhongqi was trembling with anger, but he didn't know what to say in reply.
"Can't you think of what to say? Then come to me when you have thought about it." Wei Jing coughed twice, shook his head and walked away. A blushing Lang Zhongqi was left behind, along with a group of followers who looked at each other.
