【Lunch break update】.
"It's done! It's done again! Brother Tuo, it's done again! Look!" Craftsman apprentice Gu Xiaoyi shouted with joy. He pulled out a dark flat iron bar from the oil, inspected it carefully, and handed it to Lin Tuo look.
He is Lin Tuo's younger brother who deliberately "gets acquainted" for the convenience of staying at the smelting site!
Obsessed with building, but unfortunately the level is not very good.
Maybe it's a matter of talent, or maybe the master has reservations. In short, the craftsmanship is not only on the second level, but among the elite apprentices responsible for making armor, even on the lowest level of the smelting field, it's easy to pick up some ore with quality five ore. Among ordinary apprentices of mine picks and kitchen knives, they are all at the bottom.
But now, now Gu Xiaoyi simply thanked the gods and Buddhas all over the sky for sending Lin Tuo to him.
Making a sword seems simple. It is nothing more than selecting minerals, forging, quenching, and polishing. In fact, it is quite complex. In addition to the monotonous and boring process of forging with a hammer, there are also many things to pay attention to.
Taking quenching as an example, the biggest problem is that when the forged iron bar is inserted into cold water, rapid cooling will directly cause the iron bar to twist and crack.
Those craftsmen who are skilled in forging and have perfected their craftsmanship are better at forging. Not many of them are wasted due to quenching. Those like Gu Xiaoyi who are not good at craftsmanship and have no talent, spent a lot of effort to get out ten of them, and one After quenching, twisting, cracking and waste, there can be nine...
How many can they shoot in a day?
The real Hundred Refining Method requires dozens or hundreds of back and forth exercises. Even if you have a lot of strength, your arms will be bruised and swollen, and it will take several days to complete.
Even if the number of forgings is less, fifty forgings, thirty forgings, twenty forgings, ten forgings... Every iron bar is still the crystallization of the hard work of the craftsmen. Who would give up the hard-earned things? "Destroying most of it in one fell swoop?
Now it's fine, but the cooling water was changed to oil. The quenching success rate suddenly went from 1 out of 10 to only 2 out of 5 broken. How could Gu Xiaoyi not be excited?
"There's nothing surprising. The oil quenches slowly, so it's less likely to crack. However, the range of quenching is relatively small. It's no problem for thin swords. If it's a thick sword or other large items, I'll feel soft inside. ." Lin Tuo waved his hand and said.
He said in his heart: One oil quenching has made you successful like this. If I take out dual-medium quenching, graded quenching, and isothermal quenching, wouldn’t you be able to close your jaw? And I see that the most primitive block refining method is still used in the construction here. If you use the method of frying steel and pouring steel, you will have to breathe on the spot.
He took a few random glances to see if there were any fine lines and distortions hidden under the oil stains, and nodded: "Okay, let's polish it and open it up. Work hard. If you do it well, I will teach you a few more tricks!"
"Okay!" Gu Xiaoyi cheered, inserted the black iron bar into the alkaline water that had been prepared, skillfully washed away the oil stains on the surface, dipped it in clean water, and polished it on the whetstone while watching the yellow and black stains along the grinding stone. The knife and stone flowed down, and he couldn't help but admire: "Brother Tuo, you know so much! Where did you learn these things?"
Lin Tuo was thinking. Two days had passed since he sang Moyu'er.
For two days, he kept thinking about what went wrong? The acting was artificial, not many tears were shed, and the stories of "Touching Fish" and Shuangyan were not touching enough...
After thinking about it, he didn't have any clue, no matter how he tried various psychological analyses.
It shouldn’t be! Just relying on his own performance, not to mention the ever-lasting reputation of "Moyuer", just picking up a bad poem is enough to establish a relationship with Liu Hong, who has a famous poem.
From the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, this Qianshan mine is full of big and powerful men. They can stand people on their fists and run horses on their arms. Even the prostitutes in Qihong Mansion are too vulgar to stand on the stage. Lin Tuo But it was scouted.
Ordinarily, if you suddenly meet such an elegant and suave person like yourself, even if you don't treat him as a guest immediately, you should be polite enough to introduce him as a close friend. In the future, he can talk about poetry and essays, etc., and he can also drive Lonely Asia away in the lonely valley.
But...no, not at all, and even called myself dementia with disdain...
While thinking about it, I instinctively replied: "I should read more books!"
Gu Xiaoyi's hand sharpening the knife suddenly trembled. He looked up and saw Lin Tuowu's lost expression, and said in a fuss: "Brother Tuo, don't say that in the future!"
Lin Tuo came back to his senses: "Don't say that? How do you say..." After thinking for a while, he understood, "You said you read more books?"
"Yes." Gu Xiaoyi nodded and looked at Lin Tuo confused, "In this world, who dares or has the nerve to say that he has read a lot?"
"Don't you dare? I'm sorry?" Lin Tuo Daqi, from ancient times to the present, has always said that he has no ears to hear what is happening outside the window and only reads the books of sages. He has never heard of it. Reading too much has become a mistake. He vaguely realized that, He made a common-sense mistake, but this mistake was something he had never touched upon in his probing days in the village.
Gu Xiaoyi nodded firmly: "Studying is useless. You can't support your family, and you can't make a living. Moreover, the immortals say that if a person reads too many books, his mind will be complicated. If his mind is complicated, it will be difficult for him to enter the Taoism. Not only will it be difficult for him to enter the Taoism, , and it is easy to become a demon. I heard that every year, many people who study become demons overnight, killing four houses and nine neighbors in rivers of blood. The elites of the immortal sect must be dispatched and spend a lot of effort to capture them and eliminate the disaster. "
Speaking of this, Gu Xiaoyi's face turned pale: "I thought back then, I saw it with my own eyes. It was really corpses everywhere and rivers of blood!" He suddenly woke up and said, "Brother Tuo, I told you this, you can't Don’t go around talking nonsense to others!”
Lin Tuo was extremely surprised when he heard this and nodded: "I can't tell you! Don't forget, I've also read books."
"Actually, it doesn't matter if you have read some books. Who doesn't know a few words? It's just that you can't read them through..." Gu Xiaoyi looked around, whispered in Lin Tuo's ear, and said in a dignified voice, "I heard that if you can read through it, you can Easily possessed!"
Read a little bit? Just don’t say that you are a scholar...
Lin Tuo suddenly remembered what Lian Shanyun once said. It seems that this world looks very similar to ancient times. There are many different places that need to be explored slowly.
Gu Xiaoyi continued: "Up to now, it seems that only the people in the prostitute village's Yaliao can recite poems and write lyrics without any trouble, and are proud of it. It is said that because they are ridden by thousands of people every day, even if they can save some magic The anger will be dissipated unconsciously, and nothing will happen."
Lin Tuo was speechless for a while. Only prostitutes and ducks study?
So, showing off on the back of the mountain is like sticking your butt out and saying, I am a duck, I am a duck?
For a moment, he wished he could find a crack in the ground and burrow down. No wonder Liu Hong would say disdainfully: There is a stupid scholar!
Eh, that's not right. Even if this matter is looked down upon by others, Liu Hong's background is "the same" as mine, shouldn't there be more common ground?
While he was reflecting, a voice suddenly came from the door, clear, arrogant, and with a pampering and arrogant tone: "You are really here, give me a good meal!"
