Song Beiyun

After the waterwheel turned three or four times, the big iron hammer weighing more than 200 kilograms with the counterweight was raised high. The workers immediately put the red-hot manganese steel block on the lower end, and then operated the water wheel on the other end. The man with the hammer let go of the clutch, and the giant hammer fell down and hit the iron block, sparks flew everywhere.

At this moment, a water hammer next to it was also raised high, the craftsman picked up the iron lump, turned it in one direction and placed it on the bottom. After another burst of sparks splashed, the forging hammer began to beat in a powerful rhythm in turn.

Under this unattainable force, the manganese steel block was gradually hammered into an iron ingot. After seeing that it was roughly formed, the craftsman soaked it in the cold water bucket next to it, and heard a sizzling sound, and the whole workshop A puff of smoke rose.

After quenching, the iron lump had a metallic luster on it, making people feel comfortable looking at it. Song Beiyun picked up a small hammer and hit it with a dull sound, but apart from a white spot, there was nothing wrong with it. None remained.

"Hahaha..." Song Beiyun, who was covered in sweat, rubbed his nose: "Everyone, add more money!"

The workshop was filled with ebullition, and several master craftsmen wept with joy, sitting beside them and wiping away their tears with their dark hands.

It really doesn't matter whether money is money or not, this tone can be regarded as earned back.The ghost knows that when they see other groups getting results one after another, but they are still burning money day after day, they feel aggrieved. Although the host doesn't care about their money burning, but most of the time this day They had to burn Qian Guan, which made them really feel bad.

And now, it's finally out!The feeling of being recognized by others is definitely not something that can be measured simply by money. Those master craftsmen earn a lot of money, and what they lack most now is affirmation!

After that, Song Beiyun conducted various tests on this piece of iron lump and found that it fully possessed the characteristics of manganese steel. This discovery, not to mention those master craftsmen, even he himself felt a little moist in the eye sockets.

"Here are some good swordsmiths, and tomorrow I will offer them as treasures!"

Several craftsmen responded to the sound and walked over. The sound of water hammer began to tremble in the workshop again. Whenever it fell, the ground could even be felt trembling along with it.

This is the power of industry!Song Beiyun's heart was full of pride. He fiddled vigorously with the world's first manganese steel knife. Some things still need to be seen by people. After all, they can't see things after spending money every day, and the Ministry of Industry is under great pressure.

But at this moment, on the mountain outside the workshop, two figures appeared on it, and one of them climbed up a tree with great difficulty.

"Prince, be careful." The guard shouted worriedly, "Don't fall..."

"rest assured."

Fo Baonu straddled the branch of the tree, took out the clairvoyance he bought with a lot of money, and looked into the workshop.

This clairvoyance cost a lot of money at the beginning. It is said that it can draw the scene hundreds of meters away. It was created by a prophet a hundred years ago. A few, each one is worth thousands of gold!

She began to search for the pictures in the workshop in her field of vision. When she saw the huge water hammer crashing, she subconsciously opened her mouth, and she was beyond surprised.But when she saw a large group of shirtless and strong men under the water hammer, tears flowed from the corners of her mouth.

"Wow……"

"Grand... Eldest Prince, come down quickly!"

"What's the noise?" Fo Baonu reprimanded: "Let me see what they are doing."

It turns out that Ruo Song also has such a great man, look at that figure... look at that muscle, it's not worse than Daliao's at all.

and many more!

Suddenly a figure appeared in her lens, that person was also shirtless, wiping the sweat off his body with a towel, the red flames in the furnace reflected the flesh on his body as if it was cast in copper, the flesh on his waist and abdomen The chunks of meat are particularly obvious, as well as the burning and strong biceps...

"Ah..." Fo Baonu sighed unconsciously: "That's great."

"His Royal Highness, I beg you, please come down quickly. If something happens to you, your subordinate's head will fall to the ground."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm just watching what that dog Song is doing, don't disturb me!"

Fo Baonu looked over again, and Xiao Song had already picked up the sledgehammer and began to adjust the manganese steel knife that had just taken shape.

The hammer raised high matches the muscles of the whole body, that kind... that is, the violent beauty emanating from the human body is vividly displayed at this moment.

"Oh... so good, hehehe..." Fo Baonu wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve: "Okay, okay! It's really good!"

After Xiao Song jingled for a while, he began to order people to carry out the second part, that is, to create patterns, secondary quenching and polishing, and he stood by and picked up the clay pot and began to pour cold water into his stomach. The "big prince" of the Liao Kingdom, who came over to peep, had a panoramic view of the appearance of the pottery cow drink.

"It's really a good skin..." Fo Baonu sighed again, smacked his lips twice, then rushed down and said: "Don't rush, wait until I see what they are doing."

This man and steel are a perfect match, even Fo Baonu has to admit that the red hearth, the powerful hammer, and a group of strong men are shining with oil around the fire.

This... who can resist this.

But Song Beiyun didn't find anyone peeping on the mountain from the beginning to the end. He continued to sweat profusely, until a knife gradually took shape and started to shine brightly on the treaded grinding wheel, then he put his hips on his hips and smiled.

This is the best news during this period. It can be said that the previous haze has been swept away. Sure enough, only fire and sunshine can wash away the darkness in the world.

Half an hour later, a knife with a strange shape was forged. This knife looks a bit like a Tang knife, but it is not the same. The blade is relatively straight, and the blade is wider near the hand. The overall narrowing, some only 20-25 mm to the tip of the knife, the body of the knife is smooth.

Holding the newly forged knife, Song Beiyun swung it, and then aimed at a piece of cast iron at the corner of the wall, and slashed at it. When the knife came out, the corner of the cast iron was completely cut off, but the edge of the knife was not damaged at all.

"The Qi family knife has been approved." Song Beiyun sighed, and then found a pair of linen cloth to wrap the knife and wiped it: "Hurry up and find a way to engrave patterns on it to make it look better. I want dragon patterns!"

And on the mountain in the distance, Fo Baonu also exclaimed: "Oh my god..."

She was shocked when she saw Song Beiyun chopping iron with a knife. If the knife in his hand could cut even cast iron, wouldn't the armor of the Daliao Pishi Army be like paper?

This... how can this be good?

But soon, Fo Baonu calmed down. This thing must have been just a coincidence. How could such a precious knife that cuts iron like mud be mass-produced? Nothing special.

But thinking so in her heart, Fo Baonu was really greedy, and she wanted one too... After all, cutting iron like mud only exists in legends, and today she saw it with her own eyes.

What's more... It's still a macho man wielding a knife, just looking at it is seductive.

"It's a pity, it's a pity." Anu slowly climbed down from the tree, was supported by the guards and stood on the ground, she sighed softly: "This kind of person is actually a treacherous person, what a pity..."

Chapter 372: On July 7th of the second year, the real gold is not afraid of the fierce fire

It was just dawn in the morning, when the first hawker's cries came from outside, Master Song got up early, put on his court clothes and got ready for a busy day.

Today, Master Song is going to the palace to take a flattery. He carefully prepared the flattery. It is a precious sword with a cold light and beautiful patterns, and it is paired with a red sandalwood knife. The scabbard looks simple and unpretentious at first glance, but if you look closely, it is indeed a model of deep and restrained. One side of the scabbard is engraved with the image of Zhouyi, Qianlong in the Yuan, and the other side is engraved with the map of mountains, rivers and land. Gently pull out the knife and show your sharpness. , one side of the blade is engraved with mountains and rivers, and the other side is plated with the Great Wall.

There is a black tassel hanging on the handle of the knife, and the tassel is shaped like wheat, which gives the low-key sword a touch of freshness.

Walking into the palace with the treasured sword in hand, the guards at the gate had already notified him, and the chief servant of the Department of Command went to greet him at the gate of the palace in person.

"Old Wang, I heard that you are not in good health recently?"

"Yes." Old Eunuch Wang took the treasured sword: "Age is not forgiving after all, and I will leave the palace after this year. Please take care of Master Song when the time comes."

"I don't care what other people say. What else do you have to say? I have already arranged it for you."

Lao Wang nodded his head in thanks: "Today I heard that Mr. Song is coming to present treasures, and the officials got up early."

"He can't hold his breath."

"After all, I have high hopes for Lord Song."

The knife is not allowed to be unsheathed in the palace unless the emperor allows it, but the old king who has practiced martial arts since childhood has already felt the weight and center of gravity of the knife. The knife in this hand is definitely a peerless magic weapon. His hands are a little itchy. On the way to the court, he kept sneaking glances.

"Open it if you want to see it."

"This...isn't it good?" Old Wang looked around: "This is the palace."

"Hey, just sneak around and find a corner, it's still early anyway."

Lao Wang rolled his eyes, and suddenly coughed without warning. Seeing how badly he was coughing, Song Beiyun rushed to meet him, "Daban Wang, are you all right?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine... If Mr. Song is not in a hurry, can you wait for a while, I'll take some medicine and come back again."

"Good talk, good talk."

After Song Beiyun finished speaking, he stood there and waited, while Old Wang sneakily returned to his residence with the knife in his arms. After entering, he impatiently removed the linen from the outside of the knife. When he saw the dragon pattern, he was so frightened that he almost threw the knife out.

"Many offenses, many offenses..." Lao Wang muttered a few words, then grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled out the sword with a squeak.

I saw that the blade was shining without a trace of mosaic. The whole body was polished like a mirror, and the lines on it were more fine, which made people delighted to look at it.

He waved the long knife in the room a few times, and then looked at the table in the room. He swung the knife suddenly, and the corner of the table fell immediately. It was obvious that he did not use much force, but the heavy tabletop was cut like this It is opened, and the cut surface is regular and smooth, not like being cut by a sword at all, as if it is natural.

"Good knife! Good knife!" Lao Wang took a deep breath, fondled the blade fondly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, the murderous aura all over his body radiated, which complemented this cold precious sword.

Soon, the killing intent subsided, and the old eunuch returned to his smiling face. He carefully restored the sword to its original shape, and walked out with it in his arms.

"How? Can it be better?"

Xiao Song smiled and looked at the old eunuch walking towards him step by step, while Lao Wang nodded slightly and gave him a thumbs up.

"Master Song, this saber is a peerless treasure, and it must be worn by the emperor." Lao Wang said with emotion: "I have lived my whole life, and this is the first time I have seen such a magical weapon. One. Magic knife!"

"It's over, it's too much." Song Beiyun waved his hand and said, "It's just a manganese steel knife. When the technology matures in the future, I will give you one."

"Really?" Old Wang took a deep breath, his voice couldn't restrain the joy: "Don't lie to me, poor old eunuch."

"Are you pitiful? No one in the world does not know the prestige of your old king." Song Beiyun teased: "Don't worry, don't worry, I won't lie to you."

"Then I would like to thank Mr. Song."

The two came to the court hall, there were already many people here, they didn't pay much attention to Song Beiyun, and Xiao Song didn't like to show off, so he simply hid behind the pillars of the main hall, winking at Xiaoyu who was on duty at the door .

"Xiaoyu, I haven't seen you recently, do you miss your brother?" Song Beiyun squatted there and teased Xiaoyu: "It seems to be a little fatter."

Xiaoyu nodded and chuckled, he couldn't speak, he could only stand there bowed with his sleeves covered, but his eyes seemed to be able to speak, conveying the thoughts in his heart vividly.

Just as he was talking, Lao Wang came over and quietly stuffed a few pieces of cakes to Song Beiyun: "Since we are going to report the results of the Southwest War today, it will be around noon, Mr. Song will have something to eat first."

"Thank you, old king."

"I'll get you some water later."

While he was eating the cake, Zhao Xiang just walked in from the outside, glanced at him, shook his head slightly, and walked straight to the front of the officials.

When Prime Minister Zhao arrived, it didn't take long for Zhao Xing to slowly walk up to the hall from behind, and when the red-tape greetings were over, he began to report one by one on military affairs and government affairs.

These things were extremely boring, and Song Beiyun didn't bother to listen, so he hid behind the crowd and picked up a kettle and cakes to eat and drink.

Zhao Xing was on a high place, so he could see what this fellow was doing at a glance, and his sneaky appearance directly amused Zhao Xing.

Just yesterday, someone told him that Song Beiyun had the appearance of a wolf, so that he could take a good look at it, but now it seems that this is not a wolf, but a mangy dog.

After some government affairs were over, when the front said that there was something to report and nothing to leave, Old Wang appeared in front of Song Beiyun who was dozing off again, and said anxiously, "Lord Song, we are going to retire..."

"Oh oh oh."

Song Beiyun quickly woke himself up, stood up and came to the center, bowed his hands together and said, "Reporting to the official family..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was turned in a different direction by Zhao Xiang himself, and the minister of Honglu Temple who had just been "reported" by him just now turned blue...

"What's going on!" Zhao Xiang scolded in a cold voice, "You're messing around!"

"I'm sleepy." Song Beiyun smiled bitterly, adjusted his posture and aimed at Zhao Xing: "Report to the official."

Zhao Xing sighed and waved his hand: "Song Aiqing, what do you want to report?"

Song Beiyun coughed, and said in a clear voice: "Recently, with the help of Zhang Shangshu from the Ministry of Industry, I was lucky enough to cast the best iron in the world. This iron can be called the iron of iron and the steel of steel! Thank you for the emperor's kindness." , cast a divine weapon overnight, and dedicate it to my Great Song Emperor!"

Zhao Xing immediately became interested: "The work of the workshop?"

"Exactly."

"Submit."

As soon as Zhao Xing beckoned, Old Wang immediately walked over from the side, unpacked the treasured saber, held it on both hands, and presented it to Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing held the treasured saber in his hand, looked at it carefully for a while, and suddenly pulled out the saber with a squeak, a cold light shone all over him, he saw that the treasured saber was polished like gemstones and pearls, it was delightful to look at.

However, many of the officials below are quite disdainful of this, they think this thing is just a flattery, it is not worth mentioning at all, compared with the famous sword of the Song Dynasty, it is simply something for children to play with, after all Killing things don't need to be so delicate.

"Ask the officials to test the knife."

Song Beiyun shouted, while Zhao Xing looked at the sword for a while.He frowned and asked, "How to try?"

"Please ask the official to bring an ordinary steel knife, and use this knife to slash."

"Oh?"

The sharpest weapon in the world is most afraid of being so head-to-head. The treasured sword of the Song Dynasty is famous all over the world. Both the Liao Kingdom and the Jin Kingdom are far behind it, let alone those so-called precious swords in the world.

Now that Song Beiyun was so confident, Zhao Xing got a little excited. He ordered the guards in front of the palace to step forward and handed over the treasured sword.

"Everyone, please disperse a little bit, the face will be hurt." Song Beiyun ordered: "The officials, please stay out of the way."

"It doesn't matter." Zhao Xing shook his head: "This kind of thing still won't hurt me, let's start."

The guard walked to the front of the hall, drew out his waist knife, held the weird long knife in one hand and his treasured knife in the other, bowed to Zhao Xing and stepped back a dozen steps towards the door.

The entire hall was waiting with bated breath for the two swords to slash. The guard didn't delay too much, kneeling on the ground with one knee, holding his own saber in his left hand with the blade facing upwards, and holding Song Beiyun's monster in the other hand. The knife slashed down hard.

There was only a muffled sound, and the guard's treasured sword was split into two, but the manganese steel sword was unscathed, not even the slightest bit of curling appeared on the blade.

Zhao Xing stood up from the dragon chair with wide-eyed eyes, went down the hall, picked up the treasured sword and looked at it himself, but found that there was no damage at all, only a slight scratch, that's all on the body of the guard. But the saber is already decapitated!

He bent down to pick up the broken knife, carefully observed the break of the knife, and the surrounding officials were even more surprised, such a strong and strong sword, even the legendary sword in those ancient books, is no more than that?

"Master Song, this knife... is produced by the workshop?"

The first person to ask was indeed Zhang Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry. He was most curious about this. If this kind of thing can really be produced in a workshop, wouldn't it be... invincible?

His question is also the question of the officials and Zhao Xing, this thing is too amazing, if it can be allocated to the soldiers of the Imperial Army of the Song Dynasty, will there be a general in the world?

"Naturally, it is the product of the workshop. The formula is being adjusted now. If we find suitable minerals in a few days, we can mass-produce it." Song Beiyun said very modestly: "And this is only the first step in the production of the workshop. In the future Can be expected."