"Master Fu! This book cannot be given away like this."

In the study room.

Yun Zheng handed the thick manuscript back to Wang Song with a particularly solemn expression.

Wen Jiataizhen has been relying on the Li family these days. Once this book is taken back, it will fall into Liu Kun's hands in the blink of an eye.

But Liu Kun was a helper of Zhou's rule and had been helping the rebel king to persecute Emperor Hui, which made the Jin court full of chaos.

If this book falls into the hands of Liu Kun, the already chaotic Jin court will probably become even worse.

"That's right!"

Wang Song nodded: "But that boy Wen Qiao is staring at this book. If the Li family doesn't give him a result, I'm afraid he won't let it go." He picked up the manuscript on the desk and raised his eyebrows: "The word "Zijin" is too elegant and elegant.

, the handwriting doesn’t look like a woman’s, sir, why don’t you make a copy?”

"Yeah...that's fine."

Yun Zheng shook his feather fan lightly and smiled at each other, like two thousand-year-old foxes.

…

The next day.

Wen Qiao finally got the farm tool forging record he had been dreaming of.

He opened the bound manuscript and what he saw was the woman's beautiful handwriting, although not very neat.

Ah!

Words are like people.

vulgar.

Thinking that this dead girl had copied it with her own hands, Wen Qiao was afraid that she had deliberately tampered with the content, so he read the first chapter of Ironmaking Technique carefully.

Although he only skimmed through it at the time, he was well-read and had a strong memory. He memorized most of the content of this chapter.

After a while.

Wen Qiao closed the book with satisfaction, raised his hands to Yun Zheng, who had personally delivered the manuscript, and said, "Sir, this is a joke. Taizhen was also startled at the first sight, and that's why he thought so crazily about this book!"

"Wherever, Taizhen is a young and talented man with a sharp eye and a discerning eye. He admires it so much, how can he laugh at it?"

Yun Zheng shook his feather fan lightly, smiling in a harmless and friendly manner.

But what he said next made the handsome Wen Qiao almost unable to hold back his smile.

"However, Miss Xue copied this book for five days and nights, and she was so tired that she was now black and haggard. This made the old master and the old lady very distressed.

When my ambassador went back to pick up his books, he was scolded by two old men and paid a large sum of money for maintenance. Only then did the two old men let my ambassador come back!"

Li Zisheng, who had always been silent as a foil, heard this and called him a good guy in his heart.

This Yun Zheng's mouth was getting sharper and sharper. When he said this, Wen Jiatai couldn't help but bleed.

Wen Qiao stabilized the smile on his face, took out a gold leaf from his open sleeve and handed it over.

"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Xue. This is Taizhen's little thought. Please pass it on to her."

"Oh! Taizhen, this is too polite."

Yun Zheng said something modest with a haha ​​on his lips, but his hands took the piece of gold leaf without any slowness.

"Taizhen is generous with gold and jade, so Yun Zheng accepted it for Miss Xue."

Ah!

It is true that birds of a feather flock together, and there is no one in the Wang family who does not love money.

Wen Qiao pursed his lips. Now that he had the book, he didn't want to stay in the Li family any longer.

So in the humble manner of a gentleman from aristocratic family, after complimenting Li Zisheng and Yun Zheng, he waved his sleeves and left.

…

Wangjiazhuang.

At the foot of Nanshan Mountain.

Xue Zijin wore thick hemp gloves, wielded a hammer, and hammered an iron pot that was about to take shape.

The high temperature burned her little face red, and the sweat was dripping down like free money.

Hong Xiu stood aside with a cotton towel and quickly wiped away the sweat before it could reach the girl's eyes.

When Wang Minglan, Wang Song and Wang Minghui appeared in the temporary work shed in the mountain col.

The iron pot in Xue Zijin's hand only had the last few beatings left.

Yes.

Although she saw several people at the door from the corner of her eye, she continued to bang on the red bottom of the pot without raising her head.

Seeing that the little girl was ignoring people, Wang Minglan just wanted to speak out, but was stopped by Wang Minghui.

"The iron pan in my cousin's hand is at a critical moment. Don't disturb her."

"oh!"

Wang Minglan curled her lips, but remained honest and didn't shout.

Wang Song glanced at Xue Zijin and Hongxiu, and finally fixed his gaze on the blast furnace next to them.

This blast furnace is incomparable to the iron-making blast furnace in their military camp.

In this way, iron with excellent toughness can be produced. It seems that the secret is not in the blast furnace!

After talking to Yun Zheng yesterday, he immediately asked the blacksmith in the military camp to purify the molten iron according to the method of iron smelting.

But they have tried countless times, and none of them have been successful.

Both he and Yun Zheng suspected that this girl had tampered with the art of iron smelting.

Yes.

After Yunzheng got back the golden leaf, he came back with his daughter Minghui.

Wang Minghui and Wang Minglan looked at the little girl sweating profusely under the blast furnace.

The two pairs of eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

After Xue Zijin pounded the bottom of the pot for the last time, he unscrewed the two-foot-four large iron pot from the steaming working table with one hand, turned around and pressed it into the large water tank on the side.

As soon as the large iron pot, as red as a soldering iron, was filled with water, the calm water tank immediately began to billow with thick smoke.

Xue Zijin breathed a sigh of relief.

He took off his thick gloves, took the water ladle from Hongxiu, raised his head and poured a large ladle of water into his stomach.

"Phew! It's so hot."

As soon as the cold water was poured down, large beads of sweat appeared on the girl's red cheeks and forehead.

She grabbed the cotton towel on Hongxiu's hand and roughly wiped off all the sweat.

This action was not reserved at all, but it made Wang Minglan and Wang Minghui's eyes light up.

"Cousin, you are so awesome! You can twist such a big hammer without any effort at all.

And that big red-hot iron pot, you could twist it with just one hand.

Also, your movements when striking iron are so beautiful! Your movements when drinking water and wiping sweat are so free and easy..."

Compared with Wang Minglan's excitement, Wang Minghui is much more reserved.

She pulled her cousin from someone's hand, turned around and walked out of the work shed: "My cousin is too hot! Let's go out first and then talk."

Xue Zijin did not struggle and followed obediently out of the work shed.

"Uncle! First cousin and third cousin, why are you here?"

Wang Song asked his daughter and Minglan to go to the carriage to get the fruits they brought, while he showed off the golden leaf.

"This is the reward that Wen Jiatai really gave you. My uncle has weighed it. It's three taels of gold. Are you satisfied with it?"

Gold is very expensive nowadays. One tael of gold can be exchanged for a thousand danqian, and three taels of gold can be exchanged for 3,000 danqian.

Ordinary people will never see the shadow of gold in their lifetime!

Xue Zijin took the gold leaf and tossed it in his hand: "Thank you, uncle, I'm very satisfied."

This is gold!

Can she be dissatisfied?

"Yeah! As long as you're satisfied."

As Wang Song spoke, he did not shy away from taking out the farm tool forging record that he had cut out from his open sleeve.

"Tell me about it! What have you changed?"

Xue Zijin: "..."

Can she say she hasn't changed it?

But her uncle seemed so determined that she couldn't deny it!

"Just...a little bit."

Xue Zijin took the manuscript he had written, turned it to the place where the changes had been made, and pointed out the small section that had been changed.

Wang Song raised his eyebrows. Yun Zheng also changed this short paragraph. No wonder that boy Wen Qiao couldn't see it.
Chapter completed!