My life is like walking on thin ice

Chapter 39: Dimensionality reduction strike?

From the moment Liu Rong handed over the pieces of silk, the courtyard fell into an extremely long silence.

Seeing the reaction of their masters and elders, the craftsmen couldn't help but crowd forward, as if they wanted to see what was on the silk cloth;

Old Craftsman Qin, who was surrounded by everyone, carefully examined the pattern on the silk cloth. His expression and posture seemed to be that he saw some kind of font that he was familiar with but couldn't understand for a while.

In fact, it does.

——Old craftsman Qin can understand most of the patterns and markings on the silk cloth if they are taken apart, and can even roughly guess their purpose based on the shape of the pattern alone.

But when these lines and words that were originally understandable were put together, Old Craftsman Qin couldn't understand them at all.

Not only can’t he understand their purpose, there are some things that Old Craftsman Qin can’t even understand how they work or even how they are made...

"What is this?"

After a long time, Old Craftsman Qin finally swallowed his saliva, and then asked with confusion.

Beside Old Craftsman Qin, all the craftsmen were shocked. They stood on tiptoes and tilted their heads, wishing they could just squeeze forward and grab the silk cloths and take a closer look.

——Old Craftsman Qin is one of the most versatile and respected craftsmen in the Young Mansion!

Even if we look at today's world, there are no more than ten craftsmen who can sit down and discuss ideas with Old Craftsman Qin!
Such a master craftsman was so confused that he asked Liu Rong: What is this?
This kind of shock is no less shocking than when a certain aerospace technology expert in later generations pointed at a paper airplane and asked: What is this?

Feeling the shock of all the craftsmen, especially Old Craftsman Qin, Liu Rong's heart, which was still slightly suspended, was completely at ease at this moment.

"This is a waterwheel, used to divert water for irrigation."

"This is a spring, used for shock absorption on carriages and horses."

"This is a pulley block..."

After telling the names of the patterns on the silk cloth, Liu Rong was sure that Old Craftsman Qin was still a little confused, and Liu Rong finally felt at ease.

——As a time traveler, Liu Rong is very ashamed.

Not only do they not have deep professional knowledge and technology, they also do not have superb skills that surpass the times.

Even with the foresight of later generations of visitors, they can only select from memory these seven or eight instruments that have practical significance, barely have the manufacturing conditions, and can be used by themselves as soon as possible.

In fact, Liu Rong did not expect to make all of these seven or eight pieces of silk cloth at once.

Throw it out first to give the Shaofu craftsmen a small shock, to show that he is not just making toys idle, that is Liu Rong's true purpose.

As for what we have to do this time, it is just the most inconspicuous one among the seven or eight pieces of silk...

"Mr. Qin, let's see."

Speaking softly, he took out one of the pieces of silk cloth from Old Craftsman Qin's hand. Only then did some light of wisdom finally emerge from Old Craftsman Qin's blank eyes.

"Well, I can roughly understand this one."

"——Forging wires from cooked steel, then bending the wires into rings, and interlocking them to make mail?"

"Um……"

"It's not difficult to do, but it's time-consuming, laborious, and requires a lot of steel..."

Still a little confused when he said this, Old Craftsman Qin looked at the other pieces of silk cloth in turn, and then looked at Liu Rong with slight astonishment.

"I just don't know what these things are, and where did the young master get them?"

"Is there any real thing?"

This question stopped Liu Rong. Of course there is no real thing - if there was, Liu Rong wouldn't have to go to the Shaofu.

As for where he got it from, Liu Rong could only give a vague explanation: He accidentally came across ancient fragments and had a sudden idea.

Old Jiang Qin didn't have much doubt about Liu Rong's remarks. He just said "oh" and didn't ask any more questions.

——A hundred years ago, in that splendid era when various schools of thought were contending and vying to bloom the fruits of culture, no matter how strange or weird things appeared, it was not surprising enough.

After the wars in the late Qin Dynasty and Xiang Yu's fire in Xianyang Palace, some lost fragments appeared, which is not difficult to understand.

Without worrying too long about the channels and sources through which Liu Rong obtained these drawings, Old Craftsman Qin finally withdrew his reluctant eyes from the remaining pieces of silk cloth, but he did not forget to hide these pieces of silk cloth immediately. Into the arms.

He raised his head and found Liu Rong looking at the folds of his clothes with a smile, and coughed slightly in embarrassment.

"In that case, sir, let's talk about this mail armor."

Liu Rong had no intention of exposing Old Craftsman Qin's little thoughts - those things would have to be made by master craftsmen like Old Craftsman Qin in the future.

Nodding with a smile, he invited Old Craftsman Qin to sit down on a stone on the side of the courtyard. Liu Rongcai pointed at the piece of silk and explained in detail.

"It is not uncommon to use copper or steel wires, then twist the wires into rings, and interlock them into chains."

"And this mail armor is one step closer to the chain. The wire rings are directly connected to form a lock surface, or it can be said to be a lock cloth or a lock net."

"The dimensions do not need to be too precise. The height of a lieutenant general is seven feet five inches (one meter seven) and his weight is three hundred kilograms (hajin, converted to 75 kilograms in later generations)."

"The body of the armor needs to cover the chest and back, all the way up to the neck, down to the groin, and on the left and right to the upper edge of the upper arm."

"It would be best to make a separate hat that hangs from the top of the head to within the breastplate, which can protect the neck and cheeks, leaving only the position of the eyes..."

As Liu Rong's explanation sounded, Old Craftsman Qin finally focused his gaze on the piece of silk in his hand.

——You can't blame Old Craftsman Qin for not being attentive enough. In fact, compared with the contents on several other pieces of silk cloth, the chain armor on this silk cloth is really not "shocky" enough.

After all, he is a master craftsman of the Shaofu, especially a professional who specializes in armor and steelmaking;

Liu Rong just said this briefly, and a dummy wearing chain armor and a chain 'crown' appeared in Old Craftsman Qin's mind.

After just a moment's thought, Mr. Qin slowly nodded and gave his professional opinion.

"This mail armor is made of steel wire as a ring and movable rings interlocking with each other. It can indeed combine the two functions of a defensive weapon and freedom of movement."

"But since it is made of steel rings and interlocked with movable rings to allow soldiers to move freely, it will inevitably be broken by blunt objects."

"If it were easy to make, it would be okay, but this kind of mail armor is made from forged steel wires to curved wires as rings, and then the rings are interlocked..."

"——Even if I do it myself, I'm afraid it will take less than half a month to make one."

"This does not include the steel consumed, which is probably no less than thirty kilograms..."

Having said this, Old Craftsman Qin finally shook his head slowly and handed the silk cloth back to Liu Rong's hand.

"My Han family, if we have to fry steel every year, it will only cost 8,000 kilograms at most."

"With the strength of Shaoqing Shaofu and the steel of the world, if he acquires such mail armor in a year, he will only be able to acquire three hundred armors at most."

"Use all the craftsmen and steel materials of the young master to make this kind of chain armor that can only defend against sharp weapons, not blunt weapons, and can only produce three hundred pieces per year..."

"—Forgive me for speaking frankly: this mail armor is worthless."

"It's tasteless to eat, it's a pity to throw it away..."

　The next update will be later, maybe early in the morning, so I don’t have to wait for those who work tomorrow~
　　
　
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