Qin Hu

Chapter 27 It is still necessary to go on a blind date!
Ying Zheng was actually vague on purpose, to guide Zhao Zihu to think about Diao Chan, and then to see how he reacted.

If Zhao Zihu was overjoyed, then he really had to weigh it up and think of another way later.

After all, Zhao Zihu is a stubborn and unruly person, if you don't let him marry someone he likes, then he might do something wrong, maybe he will really run away with Diao Chan.

But now, Zhao Zihu's reaction was far beyond expectations, and his face was full of disgust.

The faces of Zhao Gao and Diao Chan's father and daughter were already blackened, and they probably wanted to strangle Zhao Zihu to death.

As for Ying Zheng, while he was secretly relieved, he couldn't help but smile curiously. What this cowardly child thinks is really different from ordinary people: "Diao Chan has been with you since childhood, don't you like it?"

Zhao Zihu probably also realized that his reaction was too outrageous. He grinned awkwardly at Zhao Gao and Diao Chan, and then answered Ying Zheng: "She is too young. When she reaches her age, all her subjects will be weak, so I can't grow old." Playing with the fifth girl... The point is, she is more stubborn than my son, and she may not be able to be a good person in the future, so marrying her as a wife is like finding a playmate."

The faces of Zhao Gao and Diao Chan's father and daughter suddenly became darker.

Ying Zheng sneered: "So you also know that you are naughty!"

Zhao Zihu was speechless.

Ying Zheng shook his head, and stopped teasing him, and said seriously: "The great Mohist Xiangli has a granddaughter who is said to be very dignified and virtuous. I want to send Li Si as a matchmaker, and I will propose marriage for you tomorrow."

These words are the tone of notification, not discussion.

Zhao Zihu was taken aback for a moment, and he already understood what was going on.

The old man was so good, he didn't want to be inferior to Han Fei and the Confucian scholars, so he gave up his granddaughter. This time, he is even higher than Han Fei and others!

Zhao Zihu raised his hands and asked, "Father, can I let my ministers go see Xiangli's granddaughter first, and then talk about other things?"

He has been the son of Daqin for so many years, but he has already been mentally prepared. If he can't escape, he must have the consciousness of political marriage, just like those brothers and sisters.

However, it is still necessary to go through a blind date process.

"It's up to you. If you want to see him, go see him. Whether you can see him or not depends entirely on your own ability."

Ying Zheng waved his hand, but he was noncommittal.

This pre-Qin period was not when Confucianism was rampant in the later generations, and there were not so many men and women who paid attention to the defense of men and women. The atmosphere was actually quite open, otherwise Diao Chan, that girl, would not have played with Zhao Zihu's back all day long.

"Is your son going now?"

Zhao Zihu's current body is at the time of spring, but he can't wait.

Ying Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said angrily, "There's business here. You don't know if you can use this wind hammer when you build it. What's the rush? Wait, if it doesn't work, you still need to improve it. Before it works, don't even think about going anywhere." !"

Zhao Zihu bowed his hands resentfully, and personally stepped forward to direct all the old Mos, and quickly installed the iron felt hammer head.

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Half an hour later, the wind hammer was assembled.

"Start the experiment."

Zhao Zihu gave an order and ordered Old Master Mo to put on the connecting rod and let go of the fixed blades of the big windmill.

call--

squeak-

As the breeze blew, the fan blades of the windmill began to rotate slowly, and the bearings made a harsh friction sound.

Zhao Zihu's scalp became numb when he heard it, and he couldn't help but said to Gan Luo: "Prime Minister Gan, haven't you found a pair of copper wheel axle tiles for driving and installed them?"

When Gan Luo heard that he dared to call himself prime minister in front of Yingzheng, his scalp became numb all of a sudden, and he couldn't love him and said: "It's installed, this is the friction sound of the copper tiles on the wheel axle. Friction, but not so harsh."

Zhao Zihu was stunned: "I'll draw you a drawing of a ball bearing later, and you let the craftsmen figure it out quickly, otherwise, working in such harsh noises, you will have a nervous breakdown, and you will go crazy every three days..."

bang-

Before Zhao Zihu could finish his sentence, the rotating windmill had driven the iron felt hammer up, and then slammed it down hard, hitting the iron felt below, making a deafening sound of gold and iron clashing.

Zhao Zihu trembled from the shock, covered his ears and complained: "Well, even if there are ball bearings, it's useless, and the loud noise of blacksmithing can drive people crazy!"

bang-

bang-

bang-

The big windmill started turning, but couldn't stop. The iron felt hammer head went up and down, which was very lively.

At this time, an old master ink master came out from the shed with a piece of red-hot iron, predicted the speed of the hammer head of the iron felt, and placed it on the iron felt below.

duang——

blah-

The hammer head of the iron felt fell, and the red-hot iron material was directly crushed, and spark residues were scattered in all directions.

Old Master Mo was wearing a pigskin apron, and he wasn't afraid of sparks splashing. He just waited for the hammer head to rise slightly, and immediately used long-handled iron pliers to turn the iron material over on the felt table.

duang——

blah-

The hammer head of the iron felt fell again, sparks were still flying everywhere, the old master Mo waited for the hammer head to rise, and turned over for the iron material again.

This went on and on again, the iron felt hammer followed the speed of the windmill's rotation, and fell down suddenly and slowly until the iron material cooled down, and the old master Mo finally clamped it off the felt platform.

There is also Lao Mo to control the still rotating windmill and fix it.

The blacksmiths in the shed had already come out to watch the excitement, stretched their necks to look at the cooled iron, and said in amazement: "I am afraid that the impurities in this iron have been removed three or four times, and it is a miracle!"

The old master Mo handed over the iron material that had been smashed into iron lumps to Zhao Zihu excitedly, and said, "Look, my lord, it was just a piece of iron material like dregs. This is just a cup of tea time, and it has already been forged into tight pieces." Solid iron."

"If you want to forge to such an extent with human power, you have to do it in a day!"

This piece of iron is not too big, only the size of a tennis ball.

For such a small piece of iron, it would take a day to remove [-]% to [-]% of the impurities by manual forging. If it is a large piece of iron, the difficulty of forging will increase exponentially, and the time-consuming can be imagined.

"Thank you master..."

Zhao Zihu nodded, holding the iron material that was still hot with iron tongs, walked towards Yingzheng who was watching from a safe distance, and reported: "Father, the wind hammer has been completed. Even if there are flaws, the master craftsmen are trying to improve it during use." That's it."

As I said before, when Yingzheng was a proton when he was young, he often saw people forging iron in Zhao State, so there was no need for an explanation from the master of the Mo family. He looked at the iron block and understood how rare it was. He nodded repeatedly and said: "Good! Great good ! The end of this wind hammer is miraculous, it can make my Daqin's armor build a hundred times faster!"

Zhao Zihu gritted his teeth and laughed, "Can I see my virtuous wife now?"

Ying Zheng smiled and said: "You, if you think about it more than three points, I... go, don't annoy Old Aiqing Xiangli, if he teaches you, I don't care."

Zhao Zihu greeted the cold-blooded thirteen eagles as if he had received an amnesty, and sent a girl out of the craftsman's camp to see his future daughter-in-law.

(End of this chapter)