In Guangchang City, everything is developing in a good direction, and Zhang Sheng is too busy to keep his feet on the ground.
The supplies traded from the Zhen family always need to be digested.
Brine salt? Put aside economic matters for now.
Arrow bamboo is related to the improvement of the team's combat capability and must be put to use immediately. Of course, the carpenters, blacksmiths, and cobblers cannot be idle either.
Compound crossbow!
A compound crossbow that is better than a bow and arrow must be developed.
The carpenter is responsible for making the crossbow according to the drawings, the blacksmith is responsible for making the arrowheads of the crossbow arrows, and the tanner is responsible for making the crossbow strings. Each of them divides their labor and works in a streamlined manner.
After the capture of Guangchang, materials for making crossbows collected from various wealthy families were gathered together, and craftsmen gathered in one place. The original Gao family's workshop has now become the workshop of the Anping Army.
"Old Wei, how are you? As the head of the workshop, are you satisfied with your work?" Zhang Sheng joked as he grabbed the head of the craftsman that he snatched from the Puwu Liu family.
"Junhou, I, I..."
Wei Da looked at the hundreds of craftsmen in the workshop, excited and nervous, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.
Since following Zhang Sheng, the treatment of their craftsmen was as good as that of soldiers, which was enough to satisfy him. After the capture of Guangchang, dozens of craftsmen who were recruited from the big families in the city were once again under his management. Moreover, the military prince promoted him to the chief of the craftsman camp. At that time, he felt that his life was not in vain.
His family knew his own affairs, and among the craftsmen in the city, there were many who were better at craftsmanship than his own. After thinking about it for a long time, Wei Da knew that the military lord asked him to manage it because he was interested in his loyalty.
Now, the number of craftsmen has increased again, and the military prince still puts himself in charge. What else can Wei Da say? How could he be dissatisfied? The only way to retaliate against a military lord is to fight to the death.
"Haha, Lao Wei, I know you can do it, and I'm optimistic about you. Of course, you can't be jealous of talents, fear that others will surpass you and deliberately suppress others. Among these people, those who are capable should be promoted, and those who should be taken care of should be taken care of. , if you let me know that you are doing something small, I can't spare you, hahahaha, of course, Lao Wei, I will leave these more than a hundred baby bumps to you, if you can't take care of them, I will still blame you."
Zhang Sheng looked at the other craftsmen and spoke loudly, just to let the other craftsmen hear and give them a head start.
Technology is also a productive force.
Lu Fengxian, Guan Yunchang, and Zhang Yide, no matter how great your martial arts skills are, they will still be knocked down by a hundred arrows;
Trapped in the camp, loyal followers on white horses, cavalry of tigers and leopards, warriors riding under chariots, elite soldiers with white cannons, no matter how powerful you are in battle, you will still be unable to withstand the firing of thousands of crossbows.
What others see as a mean person is nothing but treasure in Zhang Sheng's eyes. He still counts on these people to be his backing. In the future, can he use these crooked melons and cracked jujubes to block Liu Da'er and resist Cao Cao? The old thief looked down upon the blue-eyed kid, but he was counting on the group of people behind him.
"Jun, Junhou?"
While Zhang Sheng and Wei Da were joking, a weak voice sounded from among the craftsmen.
Zhang Sheng looked for the sound and saw a short young man standing among the group of craftsmen, looking timidly at him. Beside him, several craftsmen looked anxious and pulled the young man, as if to silence him.
"Did you call me?" Zhang Sheng left Wei Da and walked towards the young man with a smile on his face.
"Yes, he is a villain." Seeing that Zhang Sheng was not angry, the young man boldly nodded in response.
"Haha, what's your name? Why are you calling me? Is Chief Wei not taking good care of you?" Zhang Sheng still smiled.
"No, no, no, back to Junhou, the villain's name is Zhuo Meng. Chief Wei takes good care of the villain and others." The young man heard Zhang Sheng's question, glanced at Wei Da, and hurriedly shook his hands in denial. .
Zhuo Meng was telling the truth. Ever since Zhen took them away from the iron workshop, they felt uneasy. They didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse for them to step out of the iron office. When they knew that Zhen was going to send them into a den of thieves, their hearts felt as if they were dead. Although the iron workshop was hard, how could they still survive and enter a den of thieves? They really don't know what outcome is waiting for them?
They arrived in Guangchang like zombies all the way. They were already prepared to fight to the death. However, they never imagined that their lives would undergo earth-shaking changes after they entered Guangchang. Not only were they treated favorably, but their families were also well accommodated. .
Later, they learned from Weitun that their treatment was first-class, and their gratitude could not be greater.
Now, seeing Junhou, Zhuo Meng was excited and couldn't help but think of the problems he encountered during the past few days of work. After thinking about it, he felt that he should speak out because he likes the current life and hopes for such a day. can continue.
"Zhuo Meng, good boy, hahaha, what do you want from me?" Zhang Sheng lowered his body and asked cheerfully.
"Junhou, this iron material is not suitable for making arrowheads. It is too wasteful." Hearing Zhang Sheng's inquiry, Zhuo Meng boldly took out the prepared arrowhead of a semi-finished arrow and handed it to Zhang Sheng, and, Explain the reason why I came to you.
"oh?"
Iron material is not suitable? waste? Zhang Sheng took the half-finished arrowhead handed over by Zhuo Meng, looked at it for a few times, and then focused on the young boy with burning eyes.
At this time, arrowheads were made in batches using clay molds.
The hot molten iron is poured into the cement mold, which is cooled, finalized, and demoulded. Then the semi-finished arrow is manually polished and shaped, and one arrow is considered complete.
Just now, Zhang Sheng glanced at the arrowhead handed over by Zhuo Meng, and he already knew what the other party meant when he said that the arrowhead made of iron was a waste.
Wrought iron, or semi-wrought iron, that thing just now is made of this material.
The iron-making and steel-making technology at this time was extremely backward, and steel and wrought iron were even more precious things. They first had to extract pig iron from the ore, and then it could be turned into wrought iron after being remelted again and again, and steel Woolen cloth? Again, gains can only be made after repeated tempering on the basis of wrought iron. Therefore, the steel at this time is divided into thirty tempers, fifty tempers, hundred tempers, etc. This is based on the wrought iron, which is tempered and refined over and over again. A process of removing impurities. The greater the number of refinings, the fewer iron impurities and the purer the steel.
Zhuo Meng said it was wasteful, and Zhang Sheng could understand, because pig iron could be used to pour the arrowheads, and there was really no need to use expensive wrought iron or semi-wrought iron.
"Do you know how to smelt iron?" Zhang Sheng asked Zhuo Meng what he was thinking when his glaring eyes made him feel uneasy.
"Back to Junhou, I know a little bit about it. Aweng used to be a master craftsman in Tieguanfang. I followed Aweng and I know a little bit about it. Later, Zhenshi fell in love with Aweng's craftsmanship and got us to Zhenshi Ironworks. Square." Zhuo Meng answered Zhang Sheng's question.
Found a treasure...
