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Chapter 37 fifty years of slavery

Another hot metal turned into scum ...

The patiently waiting for the dark red semi-solidified molten iron was scraped out of the crucible by the craftsmen.

He stirred the viscous molten iron with an iron rod and sighed: "The stirring time will be half a scent, and the amount of iron powder added will be reduced by one point ..."

"Xiao Lang, Xiao Lao Er already knows what you want to do, but you can really make steel like this?

Can you tell the truth to Xiao Lao'er, the craftsmen here are Zhuo's domestic slaves, and they are not afraid to leak. "

Yun Lang sighed: "It's not that you are leaking, but that you can't understand it. Simply put, the reason why iron is iron, not steel, the biggest difference between the two is carbon.

We add ore powder and stir the molten iron, which is to make the carbon in the molten iron burn out, and at the same time make the **** and molten iron easy to separate, and finally get the steel directly by burning the iron ore.

Is such a simple process, but unexpectedly it will be so difficult. "

Liang Weng's face was puzzled. He really didn't understand what the carbon that Yun Lang said was, and he could not help but set his sights on the charcoal as fuel with other craftsmen.

Yun Lang smiled bitterly, wiped the sweat on his face with a handkerchief, and waved at another molten iron that was about to burn: "Continue, remember what I just said, we continue, I have seen someone get molten steel by this method. , If others succeed, we will not succeed without reason ... "

Yun Lang's words gave the rest of the craftsmen a little confidence. The crowd slammed their promises and opened the furnace cover again to repeat the last move. Only this time, they stirred, but the stirring was more powerful, and the addition of mineral powder was even more. Attentively, Liang Weng steadily took the iron spoon and continually drove the dross up.

Yunlang smelled the pungent sour smell, and suddenly he moved, grabbed a handful of lime and threw it into the crucible, and shouted: "The firepower increases, the bellows breathe once!"

The flames in the stove rose a foot high, the flame was bright white, the hair on the face of the nearest Liang Weng's head was immediately curled, and the sweat had just oozed out of the skin, and it immediately dried.

The rest of the craftsmen were not as good as they were, and even breathing in front of the stove became a luxury.

The hot air enters the lungs, and the internal organs are like being put on the steamer and suffering.

Yunlang poured a scoop of cold water on his head and shouted: "It's almost done!"

Watching the molten iron change from dark red to bright red, Liang Weng also yelled: "The molten iron is different from the past! Blast, blow again!"

One person tall bellows, under the arduous push of four naked **** men, the air inlet made a hissing noise. Every time the bellows were pushed, the flames in the furnace jumped up.

Seeing that the dross no longer appeared, Yun Lang hissed and shouted, "Come out!"

The bright red molten iron is poured into the poured sand mold. A furnace of molten iron can only be filled with six sand molds. Each sand mold is only one foot long, one inch wide and one inch deep. It is a standard five-pound heavy iron mold. .

Pouring molten iron into the mold, Yun Lang just sat on the sand pile, staring at the six molds that were slowly solidifying, and a heart was pulsating.

He really hopes that this time will be successful. Today is the tenth day. There is at least one ton of waste molten iron, and the charcoal used is not countable.

If you are in a later generation, such a waste of fart is not counted, and you wo n’t care if you go ten times more.

But in this era when iron is used as money, if I do n’t give Zhuo Ji an explanation, I ’m afraid it ’s impossible.

The craftsmen exhausted their strength, sitting on the sand pile like Yunlang and staring at them, and those who dragged the bellows even lay on the ground and gasped like dead dogs.

Even so, their eyes are still fixed on the pieces of broken iron.

Yun Lang's nose is a little sour, and his eyes, which are as ordinary as puppies looking at food, make him feel a lot.

A long time ago, when they overcame a difficult situation, they also had such a look, but then it changed. Everyone put more attention on interpersonal relationships and rarely care about these things. Even if there is, there is no that. Kind of desire and excitement.

Liang Weng swallowed water, but couldn't grasp the wooden scoop with his hands shaking. The water sprinkled all over the ground and fell on the sand along the dark and dry chest, making a small bunker.

"Must be successful!"

A heavy punch hit the sand.

In the evening, Yun Lang took Liang Weng with a package and came to Zhuo Ji's small courtyard.

People were also there, casually drinking tea, Zhuo Meng stood under the porch with a knife, and looked at Yunlang and Liang Weng's neck unwillingly.

Yun Lang's entry into the yard, Zhuo Meng, was not easy to stop. Just about to reach out and let Liang Weng get out, he was startled by Yun Lang's gloomy eyes.

"Go away!"

Yun Lang's eyes were extremely firm.

Zhuo Meng took a step forward, the knives were drawn out, and Zhuo Ji heard a cold voice from the lobby.

"Let them come in."

Yun Lang smiled slightly and looked back to Liang Weng: "Why die, or freedom, wait for a while to choose for yourself, I can only help you get this share."

Liang Weng, who was originally insignificant with his head down and his neck narrowed, looked up abruptly, and the beard that had been attached to it seemed to explode at this moment.

"Little old man has been a slave for fifty years ..." The voice choked, and he couldn't talk anymore.

Yun Lang smiled and said, "I will tell them if I keep a word."

Finished walking into the lobby.

Pick up Pingshou's new teapot and drink a pot of water without dripping as long as the whale **** water.

"It's still so unpalatable, the grassy smell hasn't been removed, it's a failure!"

People laughed and said: "Today is so long, it seems that you have succeeded? Just don't know if it's worth the more than two thousand pounds of molten iron you scrapped."

Yun Lang exposed his white teeth and laughed: "I want more!"

Zhuo Ji lifted the veil to reveal the area as white as jade. Weiqi red lips smiled and said: "I am a merchant, and the merchant will naturally look at the goods and then talk about the price."

Yun Lang smiled, and looked at Zhuo Ji, who was moving like a mountain, and then looked at the gentle man shaking the feather fan like the **** Zhuge Liang: "I hate the appearance of these capitalists like you, and I am curious to die, but You have to pretend that everything is in control. "

Zhuo Ji's pretty face suddenly turned red. As for Pingshou, the smile was more cloudy and breezy, and the wrinkles on the old face gathered together like a blooming chrysanthemum.

Yun Lang didn't go on. People who succeeded can be arrogant, but they can't stop there.

The linen was spread out, and a dark iron piece was placed on Zhuoji's short table.

"Look at the goods first, let's talk about the price again."

Zhuo Ji did not understand the iron, Pingsuo came over and carelessly flicked the iron block with his fingers, his face slightly changed, and he pulled out a small knife and hit it on the iron block.

Ding……

Hearing this sound, Ping Shou nodded at Zhuo Ji and then sat back in his seat.

"Zhuo Meng, use your knife to cut this piece of iron!"

Zhuo Meng immediately withdrew the sharp long knife, and the long knife made a half-turn in the air, and then chopped down heavily in Zhuo Meng's exhalation.

"Ding ...... It was another sound, but this time it was much louder.

Yun Lang glanced at Ping old man and said with a smile: "What a bad habit, use a Bailian knife to cut iron?"

What can this test? Even the thick iron, such a thick piece of iron, he also cuts continuously. "

"The steel knife cuts the iron, the nobles try the best way to make good steel or good knife, it is really unreasonable, but everyone likes it, you will do it."

The iron material was cut by a long knife and a half-deep mouth was cut out. As for the knife in Zhuo Meng's hand, it was already bent.

Zhuo Ji carefully checked the mouth on the iron material and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, there is no waste of two thousand kilograms of iron material.

Listen, from today on, your monthly salary will be the same as that of Pinggong. In addition, you will add two women, four men and six servants to your yard. There is also a carriage, a mule, ten brocades, and burlap. One hundred horses, fifty bundles of silk, ten pounds of gold. "

Yun Lang listened very seriously, and Pingshou also smiled and prepared to congratulate Yun Lang. After all, this kind of thing is not every year.

"Done?"

Asked Yun Lang with his mouth open.

Zhuo Ji's face was a bit dark, but she continued: "I will give you another house in Yanglingyi."

Yun Lang shook his head and said: "My credit is enough for the ones you gave before, even a little extravagant.

I asked them what reward you give! "

Zhuo Ji is a little puzzled and does n’t know what Yunlang means. Does it mean that the slave also needs a generous gift? In the past, instead of giving a few meals, a few clothes would be enough?

Liang Weng puffed to his knees and knocked on his knees repeatedly, "The old slave has nothing to ask for, only the master can give the old slave a place."

"Whimsical!"

Don't just drink Zhuo Ji, Ping Shou, Zhuo Meng broke the drink together, the sound was amazing, the temperature in the hall seemed to have dropped.

Liang Weng trembles, obviously frightened to the extreme, but in Yun Lang's eyes, Liang Weng still lifted up the tear-stained old choked: "Old slaves have been slaves for fifty years ..."

Said half of the words but couldn't say anything. Too much pain in his heart blocked his mouth. UU reading www.uukanshu.com made him unable to say a word.

People's complexion was blue, saying one by one: "Do you not understand the principle of being a slave for a day and being a slave for life?"

Seeing that Liang Weng's kowtowed forehead was bleeding, Yun Lang sighed slightly, and it seemed that Liang Weng chose to retreat.

"Since Nuwa has made people, good and cheap have been set ..." Pingshou sees Liang Weng not daring to speak, ready to chase after victory.

"Isn't it? The former emperor is here today? The former royal family or the dead family is destroyed, or reduced to slavery. Who said that Nuwa's mother died after giving birth?

My great man, Gaozu, unleashed himself, and cut the white snake to make the wind grow from a small pavilion to a great cause. Who said that his identity could not be changed?

Even Chu Yu, the king of Chu, just said, "It can be replaced by one another, and the world will be incomparable. When the prestige is high, even Gao Zu will withdraw three points.

Who says identity is irreversible? "

Zhuo Ji looked at Yun Lang puzzledly and said: "Do you like slaves?"

Yun Lang shook his head heavily: "I hate slaves, I hate them very much, I hate them only to promise, when I see it, I want to kick, and I hate their life like a cow and a horse.

I ’m a human, so I think I should be the same as me, and what I say should be human, so I do n’t see a group of animals with human skin. If God really wants them to be animals, they should n’t be. Give them a human skin.

Of course, the main reason is that slaves, like animals, only work passively. I want them to do a good job and do a good job. This is impossible. That can only be done by humans.

Next, all the things I want to do are things that people can do. You are all slaves here. I want them to have a group of real animals. At least, they have more power! "