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Song Bo opened the steel-making pot and said it was not right to open it. Because the pot had no lid, Song Bo just pulled a pull rod. Then, all the iron and water flowed out of the iron-making furnace flowed to the steel-making crucible. That is, Song Bo had a transmission machine on it that controlled the stirrer and a large iron pot that sent air with the pipe (in fact, it was not an iron pot, it was a ceramic pot made of a mixture of graphite and white paste mud).

Song Bo pulled down another pull rod. So the crucible started working. The stirrer rotated regularly to stir the molten iron in the crucible, and the jet pipe deep inside was spraying a lot of air, or oxygen, into it. Song Bo was still throwing some minerals inside. The molten iron was constantly bubbled.

Song Bo looked at the steelmaking crucible and happily said to his apprentices: "Young people, come here, come and take a look. This is what the blacksmith should do. Do you understand?" Song Bo pointed at his steelmaking crucible.

"Aren't the blacksmith the iron thugs with a jingle hammer? I thought we would hold a hammer and make iron every day like Wang's blacksmith in the east city, and curse the apprentice." Song Bingjia was very depressed. The blacksmith he understood was completely different from the blacksmith that Song Bo told them.

Although Song Bo has been telling them what kind of will, morality, and physique the blacksmith should have for the past four months, he has not told them what the blacksmith should do. Today, the first time Song Bo told them that the blacksmith should look at the stove. That's right. The blacksmith should look at the stove.
Chapter completed!