Chapter 788

The blacksmith took the black stone from Shen Qingci's hand, looked at it for half a day, and then shook his head.

"You don't know what this is?"

Shen Qing asked with disbelief that it was a fake blacksmith. She had only seen it once and recognized it, and she could not forge iron yet.

The blacksmith grimaced, "Miss Shen, I really don't know. It can't be gold."

Shen Qingci took back the black stone. "I feel that no matter how much gold and silver there is, there is no use for you."

"Ah

The blacksmith didn't understand, "why?"

"This is iron ore

Shen Qingci gave the black stone to the iron ore again, "you go back and burn it with fire."

"Iron Iron ore? "

The blacksmith almost didn't throw the stone in his hand.

"I heard my grandfather say that the iron comes out of the stone. I didn't believe it before. It turned out to be a stone."

"Have you not seen it?"

Shen Qing heard the meaning of the blacksmith.

"No," the blacksmith scratched his head sheepishly.

"We use pig iron to make iron, which are all left over from the past, and we use less. Many of our tools are handed down from home, and they have been used for generations, and they can't be broken. If it's broken, it's better to use it again. "

He was happy to hold the stone, and he was not afraid to dirty his clothes. For Dongling people, it was true that they dug out iron ore, but it was much better than gold and silver. They could not spend gold and silver here. It was not as good as iron. They were all farm workers. They knew what was most suitable for the village marriage.

What he can't wait for is to practice pig iron. Of course, he knows this process. His family's ancestors are all iron makers, which are passed down from generation to generation. It's just like forging iron. It's not difficult.

And other people listen to iron ore, are also happy tight.

"We should dig out some first. Be careful."

The head of the village is busy telling me that there are fewer stones here. Comparatively speaking, they are much softer than those outside. Although they are still hard and hard to dig, they can be dug manually. This is the best wealth they can get in the village.

Others also took out their own farm tools and went to dig for iron ore.

The iron ore was dug out one by one. When the blacksmith came over, he was half crying and half laughing. He said that these iron ores were real and could really put forward pig iron. The more energetic everyone was, the more they were rubbing their hands, just like fighting chicken blood. They were not tired.

If they can dig, they will dig if they can. If they can't, they will explode again. Then they will carefully pick up all these iron ores. This is a good thing. They can make a lot of things for everyone. Even new farm tools can be replaced with new iron.

The people of Dongling are really short of iron ore one by one. They are reluctant to let go of a big nail. They all picked them up. Although the amount of iron ore dug out is not large, it can also make a lot of good things for the villagers and leave some for future generations, just as the blacksmith said.

This iron is different from other things. It's slow to use and rotten. These irons are good enough for them to use for decades.

After being bombed for half a month or so, it seems that there is not much left in the mountain. The villagers have repaired the roads diligently and planned to be very clean every day. Sometimes Shen Qingci felt that she didn't dare to blow it down any more. She was afraid to blow it down, for fear that it would make these villages clean and dirty.

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