Fu Song

Huang Ahu concentrates on turning the iron gate handle. The rough handle has been blackened and smooth by his touch over the years, forming a stark contrast with the front half of the handle.

As the gate was slowly lifted, the fiery red molten iron slowly flowed out, flowed through the guide trough, and finally poured into the mud pan. After a little cooling, it was immediately carried to the other side, accompanied by the sound of chugging and white mist. suddenly jumped up, completing the first quenching.

Following the skillful operation of Huang Ahu and his apprentices, several iron ingots shining with attractive luster appeared in front of everyone.

Huang Ahu is the master craftsman with the best craftsmanship in the smelting workshop. The iron ingots he smelt are always specially selected, but he forges the sharpest weapons and the toughest armor.

Of course, what is commensurate with his craftsmanship is also his treatment, which is naturally the best in this smelting workshop.

Today, it is different from the past.

Since the completion of this smelting workshop, the fire has never been extinguished, but today, after the last furnace of molten iron was released, the apprentices who started the fire did not add any more coking coal, and the apprentices who agitated the bellows also stood up.

They were bare-armed, sweat was still dripping, and they looked at their master Huang Ahu, but they were completely confused.

The fire gradually died out.

Not only their stove, but the fires in the entire smelting workshop were gradually extinguished at this moment, and the sound of blacksmithing that usually resounded throughout the camp could no longer be heard.

The guards outside were sick and injured, those officials didn't even bother to raise their eyelids, everything depended on fate.

And technicians like them can't be cultivated casually.

"I heard that it's going to the west, and only the big shots know the specifics!" Huang Ahhu said.

Xiao Hong was choked.

This time, they are leaving too.

After saying this, Murong rushed out of Xiao Hong who was so angry that one rose to the ground and the other fell to the ground, and walked out with a flick of his arms.

"Everyone hasn't rested in the past few years. You can take a good rest along the way and don't have to work so hard!" Huang A'hu waved his hand and said in a bitter way: "Let's go, let's go home!"

The city of Tokyo was destroyed, and they were taken captive and moved to Zhongjing.

"If there are rats in our warehouse, the person in charge of the warehouse should have his head cut off!" Murong Chong gritted his teeth and said, "Ambassador Xiao, there was nothing in the warehouse, and all the good things were taken to the front lines. Or, you go to our team to search for it?"

If you really want to enter their camp, whether you can come out is a problem.

Xiao Hong was so angry that he raised his finger and pointed at Murong Chong, "It is only said that people follow, but things also follow. What about the weapons and armor in the warehouse? What about the hand cannons, artillery and gunpowder in the firearms warehouse? You can take some away as well." , but you shouldn’t have moved the warehouse so much that even the mice couldn’t survive!”

In a valley far away from the city, Zhong Silang carefully put the last smear of black medicinal powder on the desk into the clay pot, then sealed the opening, leaving only a piece of lead wire outside, and finally finished the pot The hand cannon was placed in the box.

And as Xiao Chuo decided to go west, Zhongjing suddenly became depressed.And on the avenue leading to the west, there is an endless stream of vehicles and pedestrians, under the escort of the army.

"Master, we still have to go west. Doesn't it mean that the further we go, the farther we are from our hometown? Can we go home?" Another apprentice's eyes turned red.

"Even if I die, I won't come to you!" Xiao Hong was furious.

And in Zhongjing City, Xiao Hong looked at Murong Chong standing in front of him with a flushed face, one hand on his hips and the other holding a knife on his waist, he wished he could rush forward and hack this bastard to death.

The people in the Craftsman Camp are all from the Tokyo City Craftsman Camp.

And along the way, they would not be allowed to continue making these things, even if they did, it would be intermittent. This was a rare rest for them.

Because what they make is the most dangerous thing in this world, people like them can't control their own destiny at all, once they lose their value or the people in power want to abandon them, what awaits them is actually There is only one way, and that is death.

In Tokyo, they can't leave the neighborhood where they live at will, and they only have a salary that can barely support them.

But a technician like them had a headache, and the doctor immediately invited them in.

"Over the years, the Zhongjing Craftsman Camp has never kept secrets. The apprentices who come from Shangjing are all educated and left." Murong Chong leaned forward, looking down at Xiao Hong who was much shorter than him, He sneered and said: "The Queen Mother went west, but she went to a place of bitter cold. Naturally, she should bring more craftsmen and things. This is also the filial piety of His Majesty. Why, do you want His Majesty to bear a bad name for being unfilial? Or just let us If you don't leave, how about staying?"

Zhong Silang stretched, and finally he could take a rest.

This time, the Empress Dowager was traveling west, and they were informed that they had to accompany her.

Zhong Shiro didn't find anything strange.

The place that was usually the most noisy, at this moment, unexpectedly became the quietest place.

"Ambassador Xiao, the Emperor is filial, and the Empress Dowager naturally has a heart of compassion." Murong Chong pointed to a wing room behind him and said, "In those rooms, there are boxes and boxes of documents, all related to manufacturing. Inheritance of craftsmanship, even gunpowder manufacturing, is there!"

"Let's go, go home!" Huang Ahu grinned, not knowing whether he was crying or laughing: "Pack up your things, I heard that this time, the road to go will be farther!"

Over the years, Zhong Shiro has seen these things clearly.

Not only that, the same is true for the firearms battalion.

When I got home, I had to tidy up!

"Really?"

"Can I still lie to you? What kind of person is the Empress Dowager? She ordered someone to copy all the materials a long time ago, just to keep it for you, heh heh, it's just you little chickens." Murong Chong disdained Authentic: "Look, I'm gone, and the next time you will be beaten up by the people of Song Dynasty, don't cry, and don't come to us."

Dealing with these black medicine powders all day long is really tiring both physically and mentally.

So traveling thousands of miles to the west is nothing to those who have already realized it.

One less person to do things means less output.

When the trumpet sounded, Zhong Silang stretched his waist and walked towards the camp outside with the flow of people.

Iron tools and fire sources are completely forbidden in this valley, and even the clothes they wear have undergone some special treatment.

Search for a fart!

As in Tokyo, so in Beijing.

Murong Chong moved the craftsman's barracks to an empty place, as if he had pulled out even the root of the grass.

Can we still go home?
This question made the originally scorching workshop seem to have suddenly fallen into a cold silence. Everyone's eyes turned to the south, and their eyes traveled thousands of miles to the hometown that they could never return to.

They had eaten in the morning and entered the camp. Lunch was brought in from outside. It was fine in the hot weather, but it was cold and hard in winter.

Murong Chong raised his eyebrows: "Why are you so fierce? If your niece hadn't been stealing someone, she would have become a queen long ago. Then you can still flirt in front of me. What are you now? Happy I'm calling you Ambassador Xiao, I'm not happy, I'm calling you an old bastard, can you still eat me?"

If it is said that other people in the Northland, be they wealthy families, scholars, or monks and herdsmen, still have the right to choose whether to leave or stay, but these craftsmen have no choice left for them.

Zhongjing was originally built and operated by Xiao Chuoqiong for more than ten years, and it was Xiao Chuo's basic business.

To go far, far away.

"As long as the relatives are still alive and staying together, no matter where you go, that's your hometown!" Huang Ahu said in a low voice, suppressing his sadness.

The security in this valley is far beyond the imagination of outsiders.

"Master, where are we going?" A disciple asked nervously.

Not only do you harm yourself, but you also harm others.

They must go.

A little carelessness can lead to catastrophe.

Their life is much better than that of outsiders. In the words of the above, these people must eat enough, otherwise they will be dizzy and prone to accidents.

After finishing all this, he walked out of the workshop with the box of hand cannons in his arms, and handed the box to a soldier waiting outside. The soldier carried the box of hand cannons and walked towards the distance.

The wooden box was stuffed with thatch, and then the wooden lattice was put in, and then the hand cannon was filled, and finally sawdust was poured into the gap.

Compared with the Song people who were ruined and their families were ruined, compared with those officials, rich people, landlords and their families who were taken captive in those years, these craftsmen with special skills actually lived in Zhongjing. Life is no worse than when they were in Tokyo, at least they kept their families.

It's better to be alive than to be dead.

The people above will never want to compromise technical talents like them.

No one dares to stop, and no one can stop.

Even the officials sent by Shangjing to receive Zhongjing, no one dared to say a word in the face of this situation. They huddled in the official office, waiting for these people to leave.

Because on this road, there are tens of thousands of guards led by the two brothers Murong Chong and Murong Chao, and [-] heavy cavalry led by Guo Xie.No one is willing to provoke Murong Chong and these people. It is obvious that if he is hacked by Murong Chong and other murderous people at this time, absolutely no one is willing to stand up for him.

That was really useless.

Seeing that the queen mother is about to leave, the imperial party, which has been suppressed for many years, is about to come forward. If they die at this time, it will be a big loss.