I'm not sick! So do my other personalities!

Hearing this, Zhou Zhen held the brick tightly with his right hand and hid it behind his back. He slowly stretched out his left hand and lifted the mat quietly.

call!

As soon as a gap was opened in the straw mat, an extraordinarily hot wave of heat, mixed with the unique smoke of an open fire, immediately hit his face.

As the straw mat was lifted little by little, a heated scene suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Zhen without any cover in the spacious shed.

Facing Zhou Zhen, there were several villagers in shabby clothes and with their hair tied up randomly. They were naked to the upper body and exposed their lean chests. They shouted chants and pulled the bellows.

Every time the bellows blows, the fire in the furnace spurts out, and the raging flames illuminate everyone's faces with a ruddy glow.

Ding ding ding…

Four or five villagers in shirts stood in front of the anvil, swung their hammers, and struck the iron embryo in front of them in a special pattern.

From time to time, a red semi-finished product was clamped by iron pliers and suddenly submerged into a bucket of liquid next to it, making a violent "squeaking" sound.

There are a total of thirteen adult villagers in this simple greenhouse built with earth walls.

Twelve of them were working hard. The only one who was not working was an old man with gray beard and hair. His body was obviously stronger than that of ordinary villagers. Even though he was older, his back was still straight and his clothes were rolled up. His sleeves revealed his muscular arms. There were many old and new scars on them, most of which were burns.

Ding, ding, ding... In the intensive blowing sound, sparks burst out like fireworks.

The old man stood beside the anvil as if nothing had happened, looking intently at the middle-aged villagers struggling to forge iron in front of him. He didn't seem to care at all about Zhou Zhen who came in.

Looking at the extremely busy scene inside, Zhou Zhen frowned slightly. The twelve villagers who were forging iron were the official "ghost" members that he had spied through the crack in the door in his house!

These "ghosts" came to the blacksmith shop obviously to inquire about information. Why are they all forging iron here?

At this time, the old man suddenly spoke and said to the middle-aged villager who was forging iron next to him: "Although iron is better than bronze, it will still rust! It will rot! It will become fragile and damaged!"

"You guys work hard and continue to study, we will soon create a metal better than iron!"

"With the magic given by the immortals, even if the village is hidden deep in the valley and has no communication with the outside world, it will get better and better!"

As soon as the words fell, the official "ghosts" who were blacksmithing suddenly became energetic and shouted very excitedly: "That's right!"

"All this is for the village!"

"That old stubborn Chu Hu has been lying to us all this time!"

"What kind of evil spirits are causing trouble? It's simply a gift from an immortal!"

"He must be worried that after receiving the magic from the immortal, we will no longer believe in his useless witchcraft, so he slandered the immortal!"

"good!"

"Let's continue to forge, work harder, and build the mecha puppet!"

Listening to these energetic voices, Zhou Zhen immediately realized that something was wrong, but just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly forgot about this idea.

So, Zhou Zhen just stood at the door in a daze, his eyes vacant and vacant.

Ding ding ding…

clang clang clang clang...

The sound of blacksmithing came and went, sparks bloomed alternately, the firelight reflected faces full of hope, and the fiery breath surged out from the greenhouse.

The old man with gray beard and hair turned around, looked at Zhou Zhen, and said lightly: "Bo Kang, it's cold outside, you come in first."

After hearing this, Zhou Zhen came back to his senses and walked into the shed subconsciously.

Wow!

The straw mat immediately fell behind him.

The old man walked to the back of the shed, fiddled with a pile of parts and components for a while, and took out a half-used hand hammer.

The old man handed it to Zhou Zhen and said slowly: "They are all from the village. Don't rest. Go over and work."

Zhou Zhen always felt that something was not right, but he couldn't figure out what the problem was. When he saw the hammer being handed to him, he stretched out his hand to take it inexplicably.

The hand hammer is cold in the hand, and it is not light, very heavy.

It would be very difficult for an average child to pick it up.

But Zhou Zhen has now recovered a little "digital energy" and can hold it with one hand without any effort.

Next, the old man took Zhou Zhen to an empty anvil next to him. There was a pair of iron tongs leaning against the anvil, and he said matter-of-factly: "You are a good material, let's try it here."

"Let's start now!"

With that said, the old man turned around and left.

Zhou Zhen held the hammer and felt a little strange. He tried it... only the tool, no materials?

No……

It seems that there is material...

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhen raised his right hand and subconsciously looked at the brick in his hand.

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During the winter day, the sunlight was dim, giving the dusty mud house a thin layer of warmth.

The village is very quiet, with only the occasional sound of poultry and livestock.

Maybe everyone was busy in the fields and yards, and no one was seen along the way.

Ghost No. 127 walked quickly on the compacted mud. He stopped from time to time to carefully observe the footprints and mud marks on the ground, and then continued walking.

His goal was clear, heading straight to the blacksmith shop.

Just now, he and No. 093 were guarding the door of the coffin shop, waiting for their companions to come out.

But after waiting for a long time, no companion appeared.

So now, No. 093 is standing alone at the door of the coffin shop, while he is responsible for going back to report the situation to Liao Yonghong.

After spending some time, Ghost No. 127 successfully arrived at the door of the blacksmith shop.

The place is now deserted, with not a single soul in sight.

Liao Yonghong, Shao Yuzhi and other colleagues were all missing.

No. 127 looked around, suddenly a little confused.

This is ancient times and there are no communication facilities. Under normal circumstances, if Captain Liao and others leave here, someone will be sent to inform them.

Or, leave a secret code for the meeting point here.

There is no one coming now, and there is no code. Did Captain Liao forget it? Or have everyone entered the blacksmith shop?

Thinking of this, No. 127 immediately walked to the door of the blacksmith shop, reached out and knocked on the door.

Boom, boom, boom!

"Bo Wu! Bo Wu! Are you there?"

No. 127 didn't shout a few times, and the courtyard door was opened immediately. Yue Bo, who had come out to greet business before, came out, looked at him with an unhappy face, and said in a very low voice: "Why are you making such a noise? The eldest father is sleeping, you Keep your voice down!"

"It won't do anyone any good if I wake up my eldest father!"

Hearing this, No. 127 frowned and asked quickly: "I'm here to see Bo Wu. Is Bo Wu at the blacksmith shop now?"

Yue Bo shook his head without thinking and said, "Not here!"

"Bo Wu just left."

"Go to the village to find him yourself, don't scream here!"

With that said, he took a step back, returned to the yard, and was about to close the door.

Seeing that the courtyard door was about to close again, No. 127 suddenly stretched out his arm and blocked the courtyard door.

Yue Bo raised his head, looked at him very dissatisfied, frowned and asked, "Is there anything else?"

No. 127 said calmly: "I suddenly remembered that something at home is broken and I need to buy a new hoe."

While speaking, No. 127 looked through the cymbal and quickly looked into the courtyard.

He didn't believe what Yue Bo just said. Is Captain Liao in the blacksmith shop now? He wanted to go in and see for himself!

At this time, when he heard that he wanted to buy something, Yue Bo's attitude immediately softened visibly, and he immediately showed a smile and said: "My uncle just released a batch of farm tools. There are ready-made hoes. If you want something more expensive, it is still ordinary." Yes? I'll go in and get it for you."

No. 127 shook his head, looked at him closely, and said slowly: "In addition to the hoe, some of the other farm tools at home also need to be replaced."

"I can't explain it in a sentence or two. Let me go in and pick it out myself."

Yue Bo did not hesitate and nodded simply: "Okay!"

With that said, he opened the courtyard door and let No. 127 in.

127's muscles all over his body were tense, his eyes swept over the critical part of the cymbal beside him quietly, almost touching the other person's body, and he slowly walked into the yard.

His position was very clever, ensuring that if there was any disturbance, he could use the Yue Cymbal as a human shield, or he could seize the Yue Cymbal as a hostage, and follow the Yue Cymbal inward almost step by step.

Yue Bo turned around and walked into the yard carelessly, seemingly unaware of No. 127's intentions.

Although this yard is vast, there are no obstacles in the middle. It can be said that the layout is clear at a glance.

Yue Bo took No. 127 directly to the greenhouse on the left side of the yard.

The innermost side of the greenhouse is next to the earth wall, and the other three sides are covered by straw mats. But at this moment, the straw mat facing the greenhouse on the right was completely rolled up, revealing the situation inside.

Furnaces, bellows, anvils, hammers... various tools for manual blacksmithing are neatly placed in the spacious shed.

Judging from the number of these tools, the scale of this blacksmith shop seems to be quite large.

However, the stove was out at the moment, the anvil was covered with a layer of dust, and there was no temperature in the whole shed, just as cold as outside.

It seemed like the last time the furnace was opened was a long time ago.

However, on a shelf near the door, there are indeed various farm tools placed, including hoes, rakes, sickles, kitchen knives, shovels...

These farm tools are equipped with fresh-smelling wooden handles, and the blades shine brightly, exuding a chilling chill. They are brand-new and sharp, and seem to contain the heat of the furnace that has not completely dissipated.

In the open space next to the shelf, there was a patchwork lounge chair. On the chair lay an old man with gray hair.

The old man was covered with a sheepskin fur coat. The fur coat was obviously very old. The originally white wool had turned yellow-black in many places, and there were many repaired stitches.

He closed his eyes and just lay in the semi-open air, his chest rising and falling regularly, as if he was sleeping deeply.

On the dirt floor under the lounge chair, there is a baking pan. This is a common winter heating tool in ancient China. It is usually a pottery pot and is shaped like a flower basket. It is used to hold some incompletely burned straw pulled out of the stove. The temperature can be used for flexible heating.

No. 127 noticed that there was a faint aroma of oranges coming out of the baking pan, and it seemed that there were still oranges being baked.

Yue Bo came to the deck chair and immediately started to tiptoe. He turned around and made a silent gesture to No. 127. Then he pointed to the shelf filled with various farm tools, indicating that No. 127 could pick whatever he wanted, but he could not make any sound. sound, so as not to wake up the old man.

At this time, No. 127 was already looking left and right, taking in all the surrounding areas.

Not seeing Captain Liao and other companions, nor seeing the internal code, No. 127 felt a little disappointed, and had no intention of carefully selecting farm tools. He casually took a hoe from the shelf and prepared to leave on credit without wasting any more time.

But as soon as he got the hoe in his hand, he immediately discovered the problem.

This hoe is surprisingly light!

It can be said that almost all of its weight comes from the wooden handle. The hoe itself seems as light as nothing!

But that doesn't mean this hoe is bad.

On the contrary, it looks as sharp as a knife. Just holding it in your hand, you can imagine how much less effort and how quickly it will be used to hoe the ground.

This material is very familiar to No. 127.

It's not bronze! Not pure copper! Not iron! Not even steel! But... a special alloy material used in anti-riot mechas!

No. 127's pupils dilated slightly, his eyes filled with astonishment.

This is ancient China!

Although so far, the specific dynasty cannot be determined.

However, even in an era when China had begun to rise to global prominence a hundred years ago, it was impossible to have such an alloy!

What's more, just this outdated furnace in a shabby shed?

Under normal circumstances, even if someone directly breaks the formula, proportions, complete production process, extraction methods of various elements, and forging tips of this alloy into pieces and tells them to the blacksmiths and craftsmen of this era, Even with all the efforts of the country, it is impossible to build it!

This requires the cooperation of the entire industrial chain and involves the hard work and efforts of countless disciplines. If any link falls behind, it is impossible to achieve the final results!

As his mind raced, No. 127 gradually calmed down.

This blacksmith shop obviously has a big problem!

He immediately gave up his plan to leave immediately and continued to pick up the sickle, kitchen knife, nail rake in front of him... and looked at them one by one.

Soon, No. 127 looked through most of the farm tools on the shelf.

Without any exception, these agricultural tools are made of special alloys specially designed for anti-riot mechas.

This alloy is very light, yet extremely strong, waterproof, fireproof, corrosion-resistant, easy to clean, and can operate normally in various extreme environments. It is one of the pearls of modern Chinese industry.

In the era where this village is located, iron tools were born ahead of time. Weapons made of iron can be said to be dimensionality reduction strikes in this era.

Although these special alloy farm tools in front of us still show the unique simplicity and simplicity of farmers, when they are actually used, it is no exaggeration to say that enemies holding iron tools can be used as living targets holding straw to chop melons and vegetables. Same kill!

Any one of them is a magical weapon that can leave its name in history, and it has countless high legends and auras!

Thinking of this, No. 127 calmly made a gesture with Yue Bo, indicating that he wanted all these farm tools!

Asking for a monthly ticket!