Molested Zulong at the beginning

After all, Bai Su is a talented person valued by His Majesty, the future husband of His Majesty Hu Yan, and His Majesty's virtuous son-in-law.

If something goes wrong, she will be guilty of a great crime.

Not only for the consideration of the Great Xia court, but also for her own consideration. Such a proficiency in the way of cooking is comparable to the great talent of the prime minister of the great merchant and the god of cooking, Yi Yin.

Maybe in the future, I can figure out what delicious food, such a good treasure, so naturally I should treat it with care.

Of course Bai Su didn't know what Wang Jian was thinking.

He nodded and said lightly: "Don't worry, it won't happen."

As he spoke, he walked up to the horse, gently stroked its neck, looked at its eyelids and belly.

After confirming that he was not poisoned by eating the wrong food, he was not in heat, and his bones were fine, he couldn't help frowning.

There is nothing wrong with this body, why is it so irritable? He observed the horse carefully, and when he saw the slightly trembling front hooves, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Bai Su smiled and said, "I know the reason."

A trace of curiosity flashed in Zheng Jie's phoenix eyes: "Oh, what is the reason, tell me?"

Bai Su chuckled lightly, and said: "You just need to untie the rein, let him lie down and look at the front hooves, and then he will understand."

Wang Jian led the horse and lay down, looked in the direction of Bai Su's finger, and immediately understood what was going on.

Sister Zheng often travels between the two places in a horse-drawn carriage, and now the horse's hooves are cracked and festered after long-term wear and tear.

No wonder the horse struggled so painfully when His Majesty wanted to ride in a carriage.

"Hey, the horse's hoof is so damaged, it seems that we can only kill it."

Wang Jian stroked the horse's neck, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

After all, as a general who has been on the battlefield for many years, Ma'er is a robe to a general, even as important as a wife or a husband.

Seeing such an old man, who had no choice but to kill him, she couldn't help but feel a burst of grief in her heart.

Bai Su couldn't help asking, "Why did you kill him?"

Wang Jian was taken aback for a moment: "But its legs are useless, so it can't walk anymore."

Bai Su gave them a strange look: "If the foot is broken, wouldn't it be enough to make a new one?"

"What, make a new foot?"

Wang Jian was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Bai Su dully.

Even Zheng Jie was stunned for a moment.

Forging a new foot, could it be that Bai Su also knew how Nuwa created humans?

Chapter 44 This fire, the wind blows bigger and bigger

Wang Jian swallowed his saliva nervously, and couldn't help asking: "Master Bai, could it be that you have a baby like Nine Heavens Breath Soil that can grow or shrink at will?"

Although Sister Zheng didn't speak, she looked at Bai Su with curiosity.

After all, in the mythology of the Central Plains, it was the Empress Nuwa who used the soil of the Nine Heavens to create a human being. Bai Su said that he has the ability to squeeze a new foot, which inevitably reminds people of this legendary treasure.

Bai Su was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't laugh or cry and said, "I'm an ordinary person, how can I have the Nine Heavens, even though I also have a baby that can grow and shrink, but this thing is not that thing."

"Cough cough..."

After Wang Jian understood the meaning, his eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help but glance at Sister Zheng beside him.

If it wasn't for His Majesty still by his side, she couldn't help but marvel at how brave you are.

It's a pity that His Majesty is at the side, she really didn't dare to say anything, for fear of offending His Majesty's eyebrows.

There was no trace of anger on Sister Zheng's face, she just froze for a moment, and then a burst of laughter burst into her heart.

This Bai Su is familiar with the books of a hundred schools of thought, but he is not at all elegant and easy-going. Instead, he has the atmosphere of the world, which is really not serious.

It seems that this piece of rough jade needs to be polished slowly in the future.

She looked at Bai Su helplessly: "Then what do you mean by pinching a new foot?"

After pondering for a while, Bai Su said, "Miss Zhao, have you ever heard of horseshoes?"

Sister Zheng raised her slender willow eyebrows, and asked with some doubts: "Horseshoe, what is that?"

Bai Su scratched her cheek, how could she forget it.

I remember that the horseshoes in the history books began to appear gradually during the Northern and Southern Dynasties. How could there be any horseshoes at this time.

He coughed and said, "To put it simply, it is to cover the horse's hoof with an iron sheet, so that the horse's hoof will not be easily worn out."

"What!" Wang Jian couldn't help exclaiming.

Even Miss Zheng was taken aback.

No wonder they reacted like this, because horses are too precious as a strategic resource.

Whether it is to form a cavalry to fight in Mobei, or to transport materials and transmit information, it plays a pivotal role.

It's a pity that due to years of running, the horses trampled on the ground covered with gravel and gravel, and the horseshoes were easily worn out.

Once worn to a certain extent, there is no way to run, even if the horse is still very young, it can only agree to be killed.

After all, horses without the ability to run and waste food and supplies are just a burden. Every year, a large number of horses are eliminated in the army.

But they never expected, but now they learned from Bai Su that there is still a way to make new legs, which can greatly reduce the loss of war horses, how could they not be excited.

"Bai...Master Bai, what you said is true!" Wang Jian couldn't help but asked Bai Su's hand excitedly.

Bai Su nodded: "Of course it's true. Why did I lie to you? If you get angry and don't marry your daughter to me, then I'm making a big mistake."

Wang Jian: "..."

She looked at Sister Zheng in a weird way, and thought, even if you don't lie to me, I don't have the guts to betroth Your Majesty to you.

"Ahem, Mr. Bai, what exactly is this horseshoe you're talking about?" Wang Jian couldn't help asking.

It's no wonder she was so anxious, after all, Bai Su never lied on weekdays, as long as she said it was possible, it would be done.

Bai Su pondered, "Do you have a pen?"

"Yes, yes, I'll bring it for you right away." Wang Jian hurriedly took out an ink pen from the carriage, and rolled it with a few pieces of sheepskin.

Bai Su lightly rolled up his sleeves: "Wait a moment."

As he spoke, he spread the parchment on the table and began to draw carefully.

Fortunately, there is a painter gifted by the system, which makes him very skilled in brushwork, without much effort.

It took less than a cup of tea to complete the painting.

"Look, this thing is a horseshoe."

Wang Jian approached slowly, his expression froze for a moment.

I saw a horseshoe vividly painted on the sheepskin scroll, and marked with small characters, size, size, and materials.

It is simple and easy to understand at a glance, and it is vivid.

Wang Jian looked at it for a long time, and said with a confused face: "Mr. Bai, how do you use this thing?"

The corner of Bai Su's mouth twitched, the drawing was so clear that he still couldn't understand it.

He explained helplessly: "This horseshoe is like putting boots on a horse. In this way, the horse's hoof will not be worn out. As long as the boots are worn out, just replace them with new ones."

After that, he explained to the two of them the principle of the horseshoe sticking.

After Wang Jian finished listening, his eyelids twitched.

What kind of shoes are these? This is clearly using nails to nail the soles of the feet.

She swallowed her saliva, and asked tentatively: "Young Master Bai, won't it hurt to impale the soles of your feet on a horse?"

Bai Su laughed a little and said, "This horseshoe is not a horse's foot, but it's just like our nails. If you cut off your nails, will you feel any pain?"

"So that's how it is." Wang Jian glanced at his nails, thoughtful for a moment.

If it is true what Bai Su said, then just keep adjusting and replacing the horseshoes can increase the lifespan of the horse by several times.

In this way, the problem of the scarcity of war horses in the Great Xia will also be greatly improved.

Thinking of this, she felt a surge of excitement in her heart.

However, Sister Zheng picked up the sheepskin scroll, and a trace of doubt flashed in her phoenix eyes: "Why do you have to use iron instead of copper? Isn't the quality of copper better?"

Bai Su pondered and said, "It's not that the quality of the iron is not good, it's just that the smelting technology is not in place."

Sister Zheng was stunned: "Not in place?"

Bai Su nodded. There have been many variations of horseshoes in history, such as leather, bronze, and iron.

It is obvious that the quality of iron is the best, but it is the latest to be popularized. The reason is that the difficulty of smelting iron is too high.

The melting point of bronze is only [-] degrees, and craftsmen still have many ways to do it.

But the melting point of iron is as high as [-] degrees, which is tantamount to an unreachable ceiling for craftsmen in this era.

The temperature is not enough, the smelting is not in place, and the quality of the forged iron is naturally far inferior to the bronze.

But as long as this problem is solved, the advantages of good iron quality will be truly brought into play.

Sister Zheng looked at Bai Su with her phoenix eyes, and asked curiously: "Then what can you do to solve this problem?"

"Yes, I have……"

Bai Su took a deep breath, and looked at Sister Zheng with a straight face: "The wind is blowing into the fire, and the fire is getting bigger and bigger. As long as you make something that can blow the wind, all problems can be solved."

Chapter 45 Political Sister's Rouge Horse

Sister Zheng was stunned for a moment, and her phoenix eyes looked at Bai Su suspiciously: "The more you blow...the bigger it is?"

Bai Su pondered for a moment and said: "Miss Zhao has always seen a fire for cooking. When the fire was small, the cook would often squat in front of the stove and blow on it, and the fire would grow big."

"It is indeed as Mr. Bai said, but what does this have to do with smelting?"

Sister Zheng recalled the scene of cooking with fireworks, nodded, and then looked at Bai Su suspiciously.

Bai Su smiled mysteriously: "As long as you can blow air continuously, the fire will burn bigger and bigger, and it will burn more and more vigorously. Naturally, there will be no problem in melting the iron that was originally difficult to smelt."

Wang Jian's eyes lit up, and he shook his head with a wry smile: "Master Bai, your idea is pretty good, but in fact, no one can do it."

Sister Zheng also nodded lightly, feeling that this method is not realistic.

After all, a person has a limit after all, and this kind of extremely physically demanding work cannot last long at all.

But Bai Su smiled confidently: "Since there are limits to being a human being, then as long as you don't be a human being, you'll be fine."

"No...don't be a human being? Could it be that Mr. Bai, you can become a monster?" Wang Jian was taken aback, and stared blankly at Bai Su.

Bai Su couldn't laugh or cry at once, why was Wang Jian's mind always thinking about gods and ghosts.

He explained helplessly: "It's not some kind of monster, it's just using some small tricks to make a mouth that can blow wind."

After finishing speaking, he lightly rolled up his sleeves, and began to draw on the silk cloth with an ink pen in his hand.

It didn't take a moment to draw it.

Wang Jian glanced at Bai Su with a strange look: "My lord...is this your mouth?"

I saw a big square box drawn on the silk cloth, with a pull rod outside, and a small opening at the bottom of the box, which looked very strange.

There was also a hint of surprise in Sister Zheng's phoenix eyes. The things in this painting were completely different from the mouth she had imagined.

Can such a square box really blow air?

Bai Su didn't give too much explanation either, but after lightly writing, he smiled mysteriously: "This thing is called a bellows, although it's not big, it fits into the mouths of hundreds of people."

"If Ms. Zhao doesn't believe it, let's go to the shop and try it out."

Sister Zheng didn't refuse either, and a group of people came to a nearby shop in a mighty manner.

Bai Su found a few skilled craftsmen in the local area, and after paying ten slings of money, the craftsmen were very diligent, and after receiving the blueprints, they got busy in full swing.

It didn't take long for several bellows to be made.

A skinny man in a gray gown, sweating profusely, looked stunned: "Bai... Mr. Bai, you have to use iron to make it. The quality of this iron is not good. It is better to use bronze."

The craftsmen around also nodded one after another. After all, Bai Su gave a lot of money, and the things they made were not difficult, and they didn't want this big customer to suffer too much.