How could he casually throw things into the furnace, he was doing this with his life on the line! If he knew that Ning Yan was so daring, he definitely wouldn't have agreed to lend him the Forging Room.
"Nothing, nothing will happen." Ning Yan laughed, her white teeth shone with a red light under the light of the fire, his eyes bent like the moon.
Zhang Tiehzhu's Adam's apple rolled, and he clenched his fists. He wanted to stop Ning Yan from ssing around, but when he t Ning Yan's eyes, he was inexplicably speechless. He felt his mouth go dry.
As the charcoal jumped in the air, Ning Yan's attention was completely focused on the furnace.
Feeling that it was about ti, he picked up the piece of tal and hamred it with his hamr.
"The sound echoed through the hot air like notes, and the shape of the red iron changed under the hamr.
Ning Yan was even more cautious now, whether she could take the shape or not, would depend on the hamr in her hand.
Using an iron hamr to turn an iron ore into a trident was undoubtedly difficult. In particular, the shape of the trident was similar to the narrow front and wide back. The blade had a bloody groove on the side and the blade had a sawtooth root. In that case, only Tie Chui would not be able to complete it.
However, after being refined by listone, the content of carbon in the iron ore had reached the most suitable point. After being refined into steel through hamring, although it could not beco the standard trident of future generations, but it could be transford into an improved trident.
This was better than the dagger he got from Cripple Yang.
That dagger must have been forged from scrap tal. It could transform even if it was used to cut rocks.
He had never seen such a soft dagger.
The daggers sold by the kitchen knives in later generations were much more useful than the ones sold by Cripple Yang.
As the sky darkened, the initial model of the trident was finally completed.
Ning Yan rubbed her shoulders that was a little sore, then wrapped the trident in yellow paper and walked out of the Forging Room.
Zhang Tiehzhu stared at Ning Yan, and the gaze in his eyes beca more and more peculiar, Ning Yan could not ignore Zhang Tiehzhu's gaze at all, "What are you trying to say?"
"You are quite strong." Zhang Tiehzhu said while laughing.
After he finished speaking, he discovered that Ning Yan was not only not flustered, he even had so pride in him. The silly smile on his face faded slightly: "What did you throw into the furnace?"
"You want to know?" Ning Yan raised her eyebrows.
"Yes."
"I'll tell you next ti." After Ning Yan finished speaking, she walked out of the Zhang Family courtyard. As she passed by the alley, she t Mrs. Huang and greeted him before continuing on her way ho.
Ning Xuemo was still at ho. She actually forgot about her son because she forged the trident. That shouldn't be the case.
When Mrs. Huang returned ho, she realized Zhang Tiehzhu was staring at the crafting furnace, as though he was an idiot.
"Son, this broken furnace has been in use for decades. What are you looking at? You can still see a flower."
"Hur hur." Zhang Tiehzhu scratched the back of his head, then took a glance at the forging furnace. Under Mrs. Huang's probing gaze, he crouched down and carried the little girl from the courtyard to the living room.
As the night fell and the night breeze blew, Ning Yan walked ho and stood within the fence enclosed yard. She could still see the oil lamp flickering within the thatched cottage.
A figure was seen through the window, sitting side by side.
"Horizontal and upright, sit properly, and start again!"
Ning Yan approached the thatched cottage and heard Ning Qianci's voice clearly.
Standing in front of the door, he could see Nguyen with a bald brush in his hand, writing on the back of a used piece of papyrus, stained with ink.
The words were square like tofu. Although they didn't have any bones of the wind, one could at least recognize what it was written on.
"It's written pretty well!"
"You're back?" Hearing Ning Yan's voice, Ning Qianci stood up and continued: "I saw that there was more than one person practicing calligraphy outside with tree branches, so I brought a brush and paper over. Big Sis, don't mind it."
"Why should I?" She wasn't an ignorant person, he would only be scared if Ning Qianci took out good pen and ink to write sothing down.
"That's good, but Big Sis, you shouldn't teach more than enough to read."
"Why?" Ning Yan rembered that she saw a book called Analects in Ning Qianci's room. What did this an?
Ning Qianci was in a bit of a difficult situation, but when he t Ning Yan's doubtful gaze, he still explained in the end, "Your words are missing an arm or a leg …"
Missing an arm or a leg? Ning Yan's ears were like a flash of lightning, she was struck by the lightning and was struck straight to the inside. At the sa ti, she realised that the words she taught Ning were simple.
As for being able to recognize the word 'Analects', it wasn't because of the talent of the gardener. It was as if he had the gift of translation for the traditional Chinese characters, he would recognize them the mont he saw them.
Looking at Ning Yan who was still in a daze, Ning Qianci thought that he had gone overboard and said hurriedly: "Sis, that year you learned from for only a few months, rember that, that's why …"
"It's fine, it's fine." In a few seconds, Ning Yan had cald down from the reality that she was illiterate.
If she didn't know how to write, then she didn't know how to write.
As the sky got darker and darker, Ning Qianci walked out and turned back to look at Ning Yan. "It's getting late, I'll be leaving first."
"Yes." Ning Yan nodded and watched Ning Qianci leave.
He did not courteously keep Ning Qianci here for dinner. If he stayed, it would be troubleso if he stayed and stuck to them according to the sll.
"I'll go cook." Shifting his gaze away from Ning Yu, Ning Yan walked straight towards the kitchen.
As she cooked with the fire, sparks ca out from the stove, and the smoke and fire aura beca stronger and stronger. Ning Yan took out the trident blade she made at Zhang Tiehzhu's house.
Rough and crude, not even comparable to the weapons produced by the military factories of later generations.
However, this was the first ti she had forged sothing like this ever since she ca to this world. In the future, there would definitely be a qualitative change. The dry firewood burned, creating crackling sounds. Soon, the water in the wok began to boil.
After she finished washing the rice, Ning Yan took out half of the dry firewood from the bottom of the pot. The fire was imdiately reduced by half and the rice in the pot could be cooked using the leftover heat.
Ning Yan stopped boiling the fire and got up to wash a bunch of vegetables. She boiled them in salt and lard and sprinkled the garlic juice on the vegetables.
Seeing a few eggs on the stove, Yuan Zhou smashed them into pieces and chopped them into chopped shallots. Then he stirred them together and added a little salt and flour into the mixture. Then he added so flour to the mixture and added so oil to the bottom of the pot.
Two people had enough food, so Ning was able to clear out the table and set the dishes. At the sa ti, he asked, "What did your uncle teach you?"
"There's even a backword to writing a na."
"Learn well." After Ning Yan finished speaking, she no longer cared about matters of knowledge anymore. After all, the education she had received was vastly different from this era.
It would be amazing if he missed out on his child's view of the world.
Of course, just reading books was not enough. She did not want Little Jun to beco a pale-faced scholar in the future because he would be weak and weak. She also did not want to start training as the ultimate solo soldier in the future.
Thinking about Little White's tenacious willpower when she went to the county, Ning Yan couldn't help but start training now.
If it weren't for the fact that the child's nutrition had not kept up with her, she would have made her move long ago.
Ning'er, who was eating an egg pancake, hit a cold cicada.
He turned around and looked at the yard. There was no rain or wind, so why did he suddenly feel a little cold?
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