Chapter 487

Because she was afraid that Hu que would soon go to the battlefield, song Xijiao was very anxious. After confirming the drawing, she immediately ran to the smelting shop and was ready to start making.

At this time, Hu que had already returned to the military camp, and Meng Xinghe followed him, holding the sword in his hand and standing with his hands, supervising her every move.

Song Xijiao only thought that he did not exist and did his own things.

The first step in making weapons is to make clay molds, which are usually made of clay, bamboo bones and other materials.

This step alone can not break song Xijiao, because her hands are very stupid.

Fortunately, the man called Er Niu couldn't see it anymore. He took the initiative to help her. According to her requirements, he finally helped her to make the mold of the Mo Dao.

The second step is to wrap the selected soil on the outside of the mold and press it firmly until it is finalized.

When the soil is half dry, it is necessary to divide the soil germ into two pieces, and dry them on the fire respectively.

Song Xijiao carved the word "Hu Que" on the clay body, used it to make a lot of exquisite patterns, and then combined them together. In this way, the casting of a Mo Dao was completely finished.

Meng Xinghe stood aside and watched her skillfully carry out each process. With the help of the assistant, she was just like a fish in water, and his heart was filled with admiration.

It's not easy for a woman to make such a perfect weapon!

Take Ma Wei, who specializes in forging weapons in his army, as an example. He has been in his 40s and has been fighting for so many years, but his craftsmanship can not catch up with song Xijiao.

She was not only inspired by Mr. Xiong and got the first chance. She was really talented and intelligent!

"Hey, brother Er Niu, don't worry."

Seeing that Er Niu was about to cast bronze into the mold, song Xijiao stopped him in a hurry.

Two cattle don't understand to look at her: "how?"

"Are you the molten bronze of these weapons on the wall?"

Er Niu nodded foolishly: "yes!"

Song Xijiao casually took down a sword, flicked it with her finger, and said, "the content of tin in this sword is too high. It can increase the hardness and strength of the weapon. However, the quantity must be well controlled. If one point is more, the weapon will be easy to break, the steel will be brittle, and the weapon will not be strong enough and lethal. Moreover, the lead content of your molten liquid is higher, which also affects the hardness. It's not good, not good. "

Er Niu is stupidly stupefied in situ, not knowing why.

His master told him about the proportion of molten liquid used to smelt weapons. His master also listened to others. They didn't know why it was such a ratio.

Because I don't know, I dare not change it.

Now I'm even more confused when I listen to song Xijiao.

"But we've been smelting this way for so many years, haven't we?"

Meng Xinghe was also a little surprised. The melting liquid of the weapon was not only done by this smelter, but also by everyone. Besides the gorgeous scabbard, the body of the sword was also made with the molten liquid formula. How could there be any mistake?

This little woman should not be a little understanding of one or two, floating over her head, beginning to understand, pretending to understand?

"It's not that it's wrong. This proportion has its own characteristics and has nothing to do with right or wrong." Song Xijiao put down her weapons and hung them back on the wall and said, "however, the stronger the weapons are, the harder they are, the better they will be. Therefore, we must use an optimal proportion."

Meng Xinghe raised his eyebrows as provocatively and asked, "what is the best ratio

Song Xijiao glanced at him, ignored his question, but turned to look at Er Niu Dao.

"In my hometown, there used to be a bronze sword. After thousands of years, it still has cold light. No one can imitate it. The content of tin in that sword is 16%, the copper content is 82%, and the remaining 2% is lead."

"Bronze sword after thousands of years? Jinzhou City has such a treasure

Meng Xinghe's eyes brightened when he heard the speech. He liked collecting weapons most and asked immediately.

"Where is the sword now?"

"Lost."

Song Xijiao seldom paid attention to him, but what he said was almost angry with him.

"Lost?" Meng Xinghe widened his eyes, "how could this kind of treasure be lost?"

"Because there are a lot of people like you who want to take possession of themselves. If we rob them, we can't find them."

Song Xijiao shrugged her shoulders, but her mouth showed a bad smile.

Where is it?

Of course, lie down in the museum!

Want, dream!

She looked for Meng Xinghe and was not happy. She was very happy and her tone became relaxed.

"So we have to make this Mo Dao and imitate the proportion of the bronze sword. Moreover, the ratio of the ridge and the blade can't be the same, because the ridge should be soft, so it's not easy to break. The blade should be harder, so that the cutting power can be strong.""Yes, you are right!"

Er Niu's eyes at Song Xijiao are more respectful than his master.

Song Xijiao picked up the mold, squinted her eyes and said, "we first cast the blade ridge. When the molten liquid in the blade is slightly solidified and not solidified, we pour the molten liquid into the blade. Then, the two kinds of melts will not penetrate each other, but they will connect perfectly. The made Mo Dao will be perfect."

This process is a rough work, heavy and dangerous. She dare not start it easily. She can only give it to ER Niu. However, she is not idle. She has been busy at the side, directing his progress.

When the melt is ready, it will be cast into the mold according to song Xijiao's instructions, and the rest is to wait for it to solidify and cool naturally.

It's not something that can be done for a while. They have to wait.

Song Xijiao stretched out, and after all this, she found that it was already dark!

The fire in the smelter's shop was so bright that she didn't notice it.

Meng Xinghe, seeing her tired face, couldn't help but smile and say: "how, hungry, my general will take you to taste the craftsmanship of a superb cook in the town?"

"No, I'll just go back and eat myself."

Refuse him again!

Meng Xinghe frowned and directly grasped song Xijiao's arm. He was upset and said, "if general Ben wants to take you to eat, you can only follow him. When is it your turn to say yes or no?"

Song Xijiao was dragged by him to stagger, dragged forward, can not help but dissatisfied: "you are too overbearing! If I eat or not, you should take care of what I eat! You are the general of those soldiers, not mine. Why should I listen to you? "

Meng Xinghe suddenly approached song Xijiao, lowered his voice, raised a evil smile and said: "general, you can also be your general."

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