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【You are dead】

【Reward: None】

[Evaluation: The first priority of safe production is people. Inappropriate people should be transferred from dangerous positions. Letting unsafe factors exist will harm others and yourself]

Sucheng: Duke Zhongguo (General of Xuanfu Governor)

Force: 99

Strategy: 84

Politics: 94

Interior: 91

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Su Cheng woke up from the simulation and was disappointed.

This big guy is so powerful!

I have to pull the bellows, your sister will kill me twice, and this power can be compared with Hu San.

No, when the iron is officially smelted, if anyone dares to transfer the big bull in, I will kill him.

Six days later, all kinds of blast furnace chopping boards were prepared and all the personnel were arrived.

Su Cheng looked at the big cows among the bunch of craftsmen, with some numb claws.

He questioned Yang Xin on the side:

"Who transferred this young black man in?"

Yang Xin was a little scared. The man was catching me something wrong. Could it be that this big and thick black guy had a relative with me and went through my way and got in?

"Where is Lao Li, where is Lao Li, the baggage camp?"

Yang Xin's loud voice could shake the back camp.

After a while, Lao Li ran over and was out of breath:

"I've met the general, and I've met the deputy general."

Yang Xin grabbed Lao Li's neck and asked him yelled:

"Who brought this grandson in?"

"I have told you so many times, don't walk, don't walk, this is what the grandfather personally told me. No one's relative can do it. You dare to commit trouble to me."

Lao Li was frightened, the fat on his face squirmed, and it took him a long time to say tremblingly:

"He, he, he didn't walk."

"He is just a poor craftsman. His family is a poor military household in Wulizhuang, the south of the city. He really has no way to go."

Old Li was almost crying.

What's wrong with these two biggest masters in the Xuanfu? What are you talking about with a little minion? They are just little craftsmen who can beat irons. Although they grow tall, they are really not old.

Seeing Yang Xin cursing, Su Cheng suddenly realized that these craftsmen were all wizarding irons, and those who wizarded must be very strong. If there were a few real workers in the middle, this big bull would definitely be one of them.

Maybe a misunderstanding.

The big bull was sent, maybe he had put in his efforts to live.

An old craftsman saw the clues and hurriedly said:

"Ask a few gurus, Daniu is very strong. He and Xiaoshan are both blacksmiths and strong, so he picked them in. It has nothing to do with anyone and he has no way to walk."

As he said that, the craftsman looked gloomy:

"To be honest, we craftsmen are all rough people. There is really no noble person who is powerful and willing to do this. Those who do this are all hard."

Old Li laughed beside him:

"Mr. Yang, Lao Hu is right. Everyone is willing to do this job, but no one is willing to do the work of the craftsmen."

Yang Xin looked at Su Cheng.

Su Cheng waved his hand:

"Then let's start. I'll make it clear first. Don't go forward if you are rash, be sure to obey my command."

Su Cheng ordered.

It became lively immediately.

Under the command of Su Cheng, a group of people began to pack up.

Soon, the charcoal fire started to burn, and hot air filled the blast furnace, and the fiery red iron began to appear.

Su Cheng stopped Lao Hu who wanted to pick up Tiefan:

"Blow the wind first."

Su Cheng pulled the bellows over, connected them, pressed the memory and began to blow up the wind slowly.

"This won't work!"

Lao Hu grabbed Su Cheng's hand and prevented him from blowing the wind. His cheeks were full of horror:

"You can't blow the wind, Mr.!"

"Six years ago, a guy I had wanted to do this, and was scalded to death by the boiling iron."

"My neighbor's second uncle died eleven years ago on the iron liquid blowing from the wind that was blowing in. It's too dangerous, Master!"

Su Cheng ordered Yang Xin next to him to pull the person away.

Although Yang Xin ordered people to pull Lao Hu away, he did not dare to let Su Cheng blow:

"Master, this matter is really dangerous. A few years ago, I have seen someone who was scalded to death by iron. I am so miserable!"

Su Cheng pulled open the bellows and his voice was calm:

"Okay, let go, haven't I counted it myself yet!"

As he said that, he slowly pushed the bellows.

The scorching wind was pushed into the blast furnace, and the scorching breath rose above the blast furnace, and the scattered sparks rose above the blast furnace, and the scorching high heat soon filled the entire blast furnace.

"Shit"

The ashes flying out of the blast furnace splashed on the bellows, making a hissing sound, and the wooden bellows were burned with several black dots.

Yang Xin next to him was extremely nervous, sweating profusely, begging Su Cheng:

"Master, I'm talking nonsense about changing cannons. Don't take it to heart. I, Yang Xin, really don't want to squeeze you out. I really can't create good cannons."

Yang Xin was a little incoherent in his speech.

Su Cheng ignored him and still bulged his bellows one after another.

All the craftsmen around were standing nervously, and Lao Li, the outermost, even pulled his legs apart, preparing to jump out whenever something was wrong. Several young craftsmen all acted like they were running out.

On the contrary, the big bull, he looked at Su Cheng pulling the bellows and was eager to try, which was in sharp contrast with the others.

The temperature around the blast furnace is getting higher and higher, and more and more Mars are carried when the ash is sprayed out.

Old Hu's dark face was full of wrinkles. Looking at Su Cheng's breeze movements, he was silently chanting in his heart, staring at Su Cheng's movements.

"Okay, connect to the iron fan."

Su Cheng stopped blowing and told the instructions.

No one moved.

Xiaoshan, who was about to escape, staggered and almost rushed outside the house.

Lao Hu roared and lifted the iron fence on the ground with the big bull and pushed it up.

"Men, hurry up, get on."

The fiery red iron liquid flowed out of the blast furnace, and the remaining water and soil ash in the iron field were burning in the hissing sound.

A group of young craftsmen rushed up and rushed to do it, connecting the fiery red iron into the iron range.

"After this furnace is finished, you can rest first. Wait for a few days. These iron blocks will become cold. Let's see how toughness and strength can we decide how to hit the iron block below."

The sweaty Lao Hu seemed to understand.

Su Cheng said to the shirtless big bull next to him:

"If you don't understand, don't do anything blindly. You are only allowed to do physical work. This is a job that blows inside, and the young man is too reckless."

Daniu held the iron fan in his hand, his face full of confusion. Although I wanted to do it, I really never did it.

Yang Xin next to him slapped Daniu:

"If you understand, you will understand. Damn, how could I have a useless soldier like you? I can't even understand the words."

The big bull nodded helplessly.

The iron range cooled down and turned into pieces of iron ingots, with black paint on the surface and looking extremely ugly.

Lao Hu pinched a cooled iron ingot with a strange expression.

"This iron is a little different."

Su Cheng picked up an iron ingot and looked at it. He didn't see that something was wrong, but when the two pieces were held together and collided with each other, the sound made was crisp and beautiful.

"This is a very iron, Lao Hu, you will know if you hit a dagger."
Chapter completed!