Farmer of Shu Han

"Do you still have that kind of refined iron? Can it be smelted again?"

Huang Yueying repeated Pu Yuan's question again.

"It's gone. Labor...manpower wasted too much. I only made this little. Seeing that I don't have time, I will send a letter to the kiln and go back to Jincheng directly with my things."

Doing such a little thing almost overturned Nanxiang's old bottom, it hurts to death!

"How many people do you need to make this thing? You have several thousand labors in your hand... Cough cough, what about the manpower, it's almost tens of thousands?"

Huang Yueying didn't believe it, she glanced at Feng Yong contemptuously, "Take it out if you have it, I'm not trying to steal you."

"It's gone!"

Feng Tubie started scratching his head again, I am an honest and reliable young man, why don't you believe what I say?

"This iron is not easy to smelt. Hundreds of Hu slaves died..."

With a simple sentence, even the big Han prime minister who was patronizing the silent man while stroking his beard with his hands was so frightened that his hands trembled, he tore off a few beards, and then squinted at him.

"You, you, you..." Pu Yuan pointed at Feng Yong in fright, and lost his voice, "Did you use the method of sacrificial furnace?"

"Sacrificing furnace?" Feng Yong thought of what Li Yi and others said, and quickly shook his head, "No. It's just that some links always need someone to try to know if it works! I didn't expect it to be too dangerous, and I was a bit dead too much……"

"Still sophistry! This method of flesh and blood sacrificial furnace is an evil technique, it's too harmful to the peace of heaven, so you don't have to be afraid..."

When Pu Yuan said this, he looked at Huang Yueying again, thinking of his junior sister's unmentionable illness, a startled and angry expression appeared on his face, "Why are you so vicious at such a young age?"

When Feng Yong heard what Pu Yuan said, he was also annoyed at the moment, thinking that it's not your family that died, so it's none of your business?

He has traveled for so long, and he has seen quite a few things.

Not to mention whether Zhao Guang, Li Yi and others would normally treat those slaves as human beings. Wasn't it the militia organized by the old demon Zhuge who ground the flesh and blood of the slaves and enriched the land of Hanzhong, which brought Hanzhong back to life?

Besides, it's not that he hasn't seen dead people in the past two years. The hypocrisy that he had to pretend to be sick when he saw the deed of prostitution, he didn't know which Java island he lost.

"How can this iron smelting technique be immortal? The blacksmith accidentally hammered his hand, and it can break his hand! I have never used this master's secret method, so how do I know if it will work? Naturally, people must first use it." Go try it, try it, you will know how to do it later!"

"Besides, except for the fact that people died when they tried it at the beginning, when they understand it later, they naturally don't need to fill it with human life."

From digging in the mine to smelting refined iron, it involves a series of processes such as civil engineering, metallurgical engineering, etc., not to mention the present, but the future generations. In what year will no one die?

Feng Yong didn't believe that Pu Yuan didn't know the joints.

"You really didn't use your life to go to the furnace?"

Pu Yuan looked at Feng Yong dubiously and asked.

"Of course not. If we reopen the furnace now, as long as we are careful, we won't..."

Feng Tubie was about to make a promise, but when he saw Zhuge Liang was also looking at him, he had no choice but to change his mind and said, "Of course so many people won't die. This art of smelting iron will always kill people."

"The first emperor ordered people to mine the iron from Jinniu Mountain to make weapons, and many craftsmen were killed or injured."

Huang Yueying said something like a rescue from the side, and then looked at Feng Yong, "You said just now that the furnace can be reopened? Didn't you say that the kiln was sealed?"

"It's closed and can be reopened."

Feng Yongman said indifferently, "It's just that I don't think it's necessary. It takes time, effort and materials, and I can't produce much refined iron..."

If you have time and labor to do this, you might as well get more cattle and sheep, and spin more woolen cloth.

Both safe and stable.

After all, wool is a hard currency.

If he hadn't been worried about Zhao Guang and Wang Xun, he wouldn't have bothered.

This thing looks precious, but it cannot circulate freely.

If it weren't for his status as the supervisor of Hanzhong Metallurgy, how would he dare to touch it?

Damn it!

Salt and iron is a monopoly of the imperial court.

Why did he produce something with such a low price ratio? Enough support?

Even if it is handed over to the country...well, the imperial court, it is still a question of whether the old monster Zhuge can find the coal mine.

Without coal mines, coke cannot be smelted, how to smelt refined iron?

Is it possible that Feng Yong wants to give away the mine he developed with great difficulty?

He's not brainless.

I repeat it emphatically, so much labor has died, and my heart aches to death!

"Is necessary!"

Unexpectedly, the other three people did not agree with Feng Tubie's values ​​at all, so they immediately retorted with one voice.

Look, I knew someone would say that.

Feng Tubie sighed, "Prime Minister, this fine iron is not easy to deal with!"

"It's better to be difficult than impossible."

The prime minister of the big Han didn't care about any sexual comparisons, and just "followed" what the local turtle said.

"Using this armor and weapon made of fine iron, a hundred people can be worth a thousand, or even thousands of people. No matter what, it's not a loss."

The people of the big man are still too few! It is incomparable with the Cao thief in the north, so I can only find a way from other places.

With such a good idea, how could he let it go?

"But this is your master's secret method. If you don't want to say it, we won't force you." Huang Yueying took over the conversation from the side again, looked at Feng Yong kindly, and said in a gentle voice, "But since you are willing to show it To Erlang, it seems that he doesn't want to hide it, right?"

Can I say no?

"There's nothing wrong with this secret method, it's just that the things you need are more difficult to find."

Anyway, the big man's salt and iron are not allowed to be private, unless you are planning to rebel, otherwise it is useless to hide this.

"What do you need, tell me first."

Huang Yueying still asked kindly, "It's hard to find for you, but it may not be hard for a big man."

"I don't need to talk about the iron mine," Feng Yong said, "I don't need to talk about the labor. I'm afraid it's hard to find the coal alone. After finding it, I need to build a special mine." The kiln is used to burn, and the things that are fired can be used to smelt iron."

"Why is it coal again?"

Zhuge Liang frowned.

This thing needs to be used in Gaiwubao, paving roads, and iron smelting?

What enmity do you have with this charcoal? Otherwise, why do you always follow others?

Thinking of this, Prime Minister Dahan glanced at Feng Yong with a very meaningful look.

If you continue to act like this, are you planning to force me to buy the charcoal field in your hand?

"It's okay not to use charcoal, and it should be barely enough to use charcoal, but I'm afraid it's a bit too much."

Unaware of his last words, Feng Tubie inadvertently saved his coal mine.

Charcoal can also be used to smelt good iron, and it is even used to make steel in later generations, but the cost is too high.

The key lies in the temperature that can be reached during the combustion of the two, and coke is higher than charcoal.

Later generations have the technology to engage in charcoal steelmaking, but under the current conditions, the iron smelted with charcoal is not very good, and he has a coal mine in his hand, so Feng Yong must choose coke!

"Charcoal will do."

Huang Yueying glanced at Zhuge Liang, as the person next to her pillow, she was more aware of her husband's psychology than others.

For this big man, he is not even afraid of the emperor, what else is he afraid of?

"Don't all iron smelting use charcoal now? Are you afraid it won't be enough?"

"Madam's words are reasonable. Speaking of which, you can try it with charcoal."

Feng Yong knew that he had fallen into a misunderstanding again.

Now the main fuel for iron smelting is charcoal-the amount of iron smelting in a year in the entire Han Dynasty is probably not comparable to the output of a small blast furnace built at will in later generations.

Can't smelt much iron, are you afraid of not enough fuel?

Think about it too, the forests all over the mountains and plains are not afraid of you cutting them down, but they are afraid of them growing wildly.

Regardless, anyway, if the forests on the land of China are cut down for more than a thousand years, won't the unfilial descendants of later generations still live well?

And even more severe cut.

In the end, the once-in-a-hundred-year flood that was encountered every year was cut out, and then it was restrained.

Since fate is so hard, why should I worry about them?