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Xue Zhidie suddenly shouted hysterically: "Impossible! You can't know this! Yang Guohua can't tell you! He doesn't know it himself! You must be lying! Yes! You must be lying! Everything you said was made up by you!"

Zhang Zhun smiled coldly and said contemptuously: "Do I need someone else to tell me? Do you think Yang Guohua can tell me this? If you think I can't afford you, you can jump into the sea again now, I promise not to save you! The people from Yangjiatun will not save you!"

Xue Zhidie was stunned by the fright, obviously lacking confidence, but she was desperate to give in and refused to surrender, and said gritting her teeth: "You... are talking nonsense!"

Zhang Zhun raised his head and laughed, saying disdainfully: "Watching the well and watching the sky, I thought I had understood the whole world!"

Leaving away with the longevity.

Xue Zhidie was completely stunned.

Yang Yinghan said uneasyly: "Sister Butterfly..."

Xue Zhidie suddenly sat on the ground and burst into tears without any grace.

Yang Yinghan was helpless and completely defeated by Xue Zhidie's appearance. This big man was crying like a child. It's really... Xue Ningying was smart, well-behaved, and understanding, but when faced with such a thing, she was naturally confused. Yang Lingxue seemed to be looking at a monster, and she didn't understand why such a big sister cried like herself?

Xue Zhidie suddenly said, "Zhang Yulin, wait, I want to expose your lie!"

Yang Yinghan was stunned by the fright, and wanted to speak but stopped.

Yang Yinghan basically didn't understand Zhang Zhun's cannon just now. What was strange about her was that what lie did Zhang Zhun tell? It was so powerful? She actually made Xue Zhidie speechless? With her understanding of Xue Zhidie, it would be more difficult than killing her! Unfortunately, Yang Yinghan couldn't understand what Zhang Zhun said just now.

Zhang Zhun got angry and felt much better. Xue Zhidie had this personality. If you don’t knock, she would think she was so great! After hitting hard, she would definitely calm down for a while. She had never seen herself from later generations? She had her turn to wander in front of her?

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Two days later, Zhang Zhun returned to Maojiatun again.

He came here because Li Fenglai and others were preparing the furnace and almost started production. It would have been half a month before it was done, but Zhang Zhu repeatedly urged them to cut the time by half. Of course, this was with money. The construction of such an iron smelting furnace cost Zhang Zhu a total of 800 taels of silver, which was a considerable investment. If the money was invested, Zhang Zhu naturally had to supervise it.

The current guard really needs good steel!

Without steel, there is no way to do any weapon.

The production of iron materials in the Ming Dynasty mainly adopted the method of stir-frying steel. The raw material for stir-frying steel is pig iron. The key point is to heat the pig iron to liquid or semi-liquid, and use blowing or sprinkling concentrate powder to oxidize silicon, manganese, and carbon, and reduce the carbon content to the composition range of steel and cooked iron. The products of stir-frying steel are mostly low-carbon steel and cooked iron, but if controlled well, medium-carbon steel and high-carbon steel can also be obtained.

The main form of stir-frying steel is double-chain fried or called reflector (inverted flame furnace). The basic feature is that fuel combustion and metal smelting each occupy an independent space. The high-temperature flame flow generated by fuel combustion passes through the fire wall (fireway) and enters the smelting chamber, heats the metal, and then is discharged from the furnace door or specially set up chimney. Because the metal does not come into direct contact with the fuel, the possibility of harmful impurities phosphorus and sulfur entering it is reduced.

The furnace of this fried and refined method is relatively simple. The two chambers are close to each other and are built below the ground. The blower enters from the lower part of the combustion chamber and then enters the fried and refined room from the top of the fried and refined room. The furnace in Xi'an is another example. The fried and refined room is built below the ground, and the combustion chamber is built above the ground. The two chambers are superimposed up and down. The bottom of the combustion chamber is opposite the center of the fried and refined room. The wind blows in from the upper part of the combustion chamber, and then shoots directly into the fried and refined room through the fire outlet at the bottom of the combustion chamber. The top opening of the combustion chamber is closed with a cover plate.

Since the guards needed a lot of steel, Zhang Zhun asked Li Fenglai and others to design the output of the iron smelting furnace to the maximum. From the design point of view, the output of the furnace is quite considerable. If there is no accident, you can obtain about 100 kilograms of various steel every day. In the future, with the quantity of technology, the steel output will definitely continue to rise, and eventually reach 200 kilograms per day.

Of course, that's what happened in the future.

“Good job, rewards!”

"Don't do it well, get out!"

Zhang Zhun said to the blacksmiths with ease.

Li Fenglai and others invited more than 30 blacksmiths to be responsible for all aspects of iron smelting, and dozens of people were responsible for digging ore to provide the most primitive pig iron for steel frying. Zhang Zhunkai's basic wages for these blacksmiths were one tael of silver, and he also took care of two meals a day. Such treatment could already attract blacksmiths with good skills to come to work.

In order to encourage the enthusiasm of the blacksmiths, Zhang Zhun also established a reward and punishment system. The core content is that for every 100 kilograms of steel made, all blacksmiths can get a reward of one cent (0.01 taels). If done well, two cents or even three cents of silver. According to the calculation of 100 kilograms of steel produced by the iron smelter every day, the blacksmiths can get one cent every day, and in a month, it is three cents of silver. After this calculation, each blacksmith can get some extra money every month, and his enthusiasm is naturally very high.

Nowadays, I am afraid of not being motivated.

As long as you are motivated, everything will be easy.

Of course, Li Fenglai, Yin Gensheng, and Zou Huoming were under great pressure. Because Zhang Zhuang led the income of the three of them to be completely linked to the steel output. The three of them had no basic salary, only commissions. The larger the steel output, the more income they had. Zhang Zhuang gave them a commission of one qian per 100 kilograms of steel. If the steel output reaches 3,000 kilograms per month, the three people could receive a total of 30 taels of silver. After sharing evenly, each person could get at least ten taels of silver.

If you want to get more income, the three must desperately squeeze the potential of other blacksmiths and continuously increase the steel output. With such stimulating rewards, Zhang Zhun is not worried that the three of them will not work hard. He hopes that the steel output of the steel furnace can reach the limit of 200 kilograms per day as soon as possible. Only in this way can the guards better meet greater challenges.

After leaving the iron smelting furnace, Zhang Zhun was about to go back to Hongshitan when he suddenly saw several nuns wandering back and forth between the families in Maojiatun. Among these nuns, there were a few very young, without shaved hair, wearing white linen monk robes, the sea breeze blew, and white clothes fluttered. Many people were carrying a small backpack behind them, filled with herbs and other things.

Zhang Zhun asked curiously: "Who are those people?"

Mr. Mao San, who accompanied Zhang Zhun, said, "The person from Shuiyue Temple in Laoshan."

Zhang Zhun asked thoughtfully, "Shuiyue Temple?"

There is a saying in Laoshan that there are nine palaces, eight temples, seventy-two temples, among which there are many nunners. The monks in the Ming Dynasty held a certificate of sacrificial certificates and needed official approval to become monks. Therefore, there are no cases of monks hiding their population. There are usually dozens of monks in each temple, or even only a few. Large temples with hundreds of people do not exist in Laoshan. In general, the monks in the Ming Dynasty still abide by the rules. The monks in Laoshan have always had a good reputation.

When Mr. Mao San said of Shuiyue Temple, he looked quite respectful and said, "The masters of Shuiyue Temple are best at medical skills. They have always studied this. Every year on Dragon Boat Festival and around Double Ninth Festival, the masters of Shuiyue Temple will go down the mountain to travel and treat the villagers nearby. My father's disease is cured by the masters. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have a father when I was very young."

Zhang Zhun said solemnly: "So that's it, I'm disrespectful."

In such a chaotic era, it is really rare for monks to treat the people for free. No matter what angle they come from, they are worthy of respect. Especially because they actually understand medical skills, Zhang Zhun is quite interested. In chaotic times, medical skills are rare!

Zhang Zhun walked over and observed carefully for a while and found that the nuns took out some red pills and some white pills. The red pills were taken orally, and the white pills were applied externally. Seeing the red pills, Zhang Zhun couldn't help but think of Yunnan Baiyao. I wonder if they had the ability to study Yunnan Baiyao? If the prescription was handed over to them for research and production, perhaps, this spiritual medicine would be born in the Ming Dynasty four hundred years ahead of schedule. For people of this era, it would be a huge blessing.

Zhang Zhun thoughtfully, came to a teacher and said respectfully: "This teacher, please."

Although he does not believe in Buddhism and rarely deals with monks, he still respects those monks and nuns who strictly abide by the rules and regulations from the bottom of his heart. Of course, he will not be allowed to sell dog meat on the head of a sheep. Obviously, these bitter and skinny masters in front of him are real monks and deserve their respect.

The old nun said kindly, "I don't know what's wrong with this donor?"

Zhang Zhun said respectfully: "The master of the army is hanging a pot to save the world and save lives and heal the wounded. We really admire it! On behalf of the fellow villagers in Fushan Institute, I would like to thank all the masters for their great kindness and virtue. This is a little respect from the villagers, and I am willing to dedicate it to the Bodhisattvas. I also ask the master of the master to take care of it."

After saying that, he presented twenty taels of silver with tattoos.

The teacher pushed the silver liang away and shook his head and said, "This is what we wait for monks. Sorry, this donor, we monks hold the precept of not catching money, yellow and white things, which defile the spiritual energy of monks. Please take it back quickly."

Zhang Zhun realized that the other party was false and wanted to do something, so he took it back and said in a deep thought: "Master, I have a prescription. If you can grind it into powder based on the prescription, and stop bleeding and pain, it should be very effective. I wonder if Master can study it in detail and make it into medicine?"

The teacher was a little surprised. He looked at Zhang Zhun up and down and said to the back: "Ning'er, come here."

A young girl came over there. She was tall, pretty, with quiet and intelligent eyes. Just looking at the young girl coming, it seemed like she had seen a raincoat and rain in the spring and autumn of the south of the Yangtze River, with the fragrance of plants and flowers, and the fog was swelling on her face. The freshness made her mood burst out. Zhang Zhun had seen many beauties in his previous life, and there were more pictures of beautiful women, but this was the first time she had seen such a beautiful and refined girl.

The young girl introduced herself and said that she was Ning Lingwei, but she became a monk. She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, about the same age as Yang Yinghan. She was a very quiet girl, but she was not too shy. Obviously, although she still had hair, her heart was already towards the Buddha. Therefore, in front of Zhang Zhun, there was no restraint. Monks and ordinary people were originally people from two worlds.

Ning Lingwei said: "Young Master Zhang, what is your prescription?"

Zhang Zhun then explained the prescription of Yunnan Baiyao, including the content of various Chinese herbal medicines.

Ning Lingwei's eyes shimmered slightly, and she obviously realized something, and said happily: "The prescription is very good, I've recorded it."

Zhang Zhun felt that she seemed a little special, but she couldn't tell where she was. Finally, she said: "Then it's a blessing for Miss Ning! If Miss Ning achieves something, please send someone to Fushan Station to inform me."

Ning Lingwei didn't say anything, put her palms together and turned around.

Soon, the masters of Shuiyue Temple also said goodbye and left. From beginning to end, they did not charge any fees, and even some of the daily necessities given to them by the villagers. They really couldn't refuse. When they left Maojiatun, they also placed them at the entrance of the village and then floated away, leaving only a white back.

Seeing their leaving figures, Zhang Zhun secretly admired him. Not all monks are as unbearable as someone in later generations. Even in later generations, aren’t there any monks like Dafeng Temple?

I couldn't help but recall Ning Lingwei's appearance. Compared with Xue Zhidie, it was really a heaven and a earth. Ning Lingwei's quiet appearance was without any fireworks, floating like a world. Such a woman was the most heart-warming. Unfortunately, she was actually a monk, even though she was a monk who practiced with her hair. Monks and ordinary people were two worlds.

Back at the Redstone Beach Army Camp, the atmosphere here has become tense. All the soldiers are preparing their own weapons. Yang Zixuan's musket team is even more busy, busy training to load, shoot, and prepare various ammunition.

Because tomorrow is the eighth day of May!
Chapter completed!