Datang: Get a god-level selection system at the beginning

It didn't take long for the craftsmen to move the stove for calcination, set up firewood and start burning.

In order to support the combustion, another assistant is blowing air into it with a blower.

"Come and try this."

Poured a little of the semi-solidified alcohol on the firewood, and ordered someone to put it into the stove—mainly for the first time, and Li Wenbin didn't know how much to use.

The big craftsman at the side looked at it and curled his lips: This little prince doesn't know why he went crazy, he actually wanted to use this kind of thing to increase the temperature of the fire.

I have been blacksmithing for decades, and I have never heard of such a thing.

Hey, as expected of a nobleman, as soon as he thinks about it, he thinks about it, but in the end it's us craftsmen who broke our legs.

Under Li Wenbin's order, everyone left a certain range, and then a craftsman carefully sent the firewood mixed with combustion accelerant into the stove.

Li Wenbin only cared about keeping others away, but he couldn't help but move closer, wanting to see more clearly.

With a bang, the flame on the stove suddenly jumped several feet higher, the originally incandescent flame suddenly turned orange red, and a wave of heat rushed towards the face.

This sound startled Li Wenbin, and then he was blocked by the master and pushed back abruptly.

Master knew that even if people like himself were all dead, he would never let the nobles in front of him have any problems. Even if they lost a hair, it might be a disaster for them.

After retreating a few feet away, Li Wenbin finally came to his senses, and touched his body with lingering fear: Fortunately, there was no place burned.

"The king of Yidu forgives the crime and disturbed the nobleman. The villain deserves death."

Seeing Li Wenbin's face turned pale with fright, Master was terrified, and quickly fell to his knees, begging for mercy.

"Get up, get up quickly. What is your crime? If you hadn't protected me, I might have been burned. Not only are you innocent, but you have merit."

Pulling the master up, Li Wenbin pointed at Lao Gao's fire and said, "Leave me alone, I'm fine. I just want to ask you, is the fire warm enough now?"

"Enough, definitely enough!" Seeing the orange-red flames, the master nodded repeatedly, "The King of Yidu is really the reincarnation of a god, the little people have spent decades of energy and can't achieve it, but you suddenly Son did it."

As he said that, waves of flattery came pouring in like the water of the Yangtze River, and Li Wenbin felt a little embarrassed when he heard it.

"Okay, okay. Stop flattering, work quickly. If you do well, everyone will be rewarded; if you fail, the king will not spare you."

"Yes, don't worry, King Yidu!"

The master cheered up and shouted loudly to his subordinates to start sintering. Pieces of fine iron ingots were put into the furnace, and it didn't take too long for them to turn into molten iron.

The big craftsman watched with tears in his eyes, the efficiency has been improved by countless times.

More than a dozen craftsmen are busy, making molds, making molds, beating and beating, working in full swing.

Li Wenbin waved his hand and called a servant of Prince Qin's Mansion: "Go, take out ten ice cubes from the ice cellar and stack them here."

The servant said with some doubts: "My lord, one piece is enough, if you have too much, it will be bad for your health."

"Nonsense, of course this king knows. Didn't you see so many people, take a few more dollars."

"Yes, but..."

"But what?"

"They are all artisans, born to do this kind of work, how can we let them cool down with ice cubes?"

"What's wrong with the craftsman? The craftsman is also a human being. Will the craftsman not die or get sick? Are you the prince or am I the prince?"

"Yes, yes, let's go, little one."

The servant ran away in a hurry, and after a while, he brought a whole cart of ice cubes and piled them on the ground.

With these ice cubes, the temperature at the scene dropped a lot very quickly.

Not only that, Li Wenbin also ordered people to bring wine and meat, and put them aside, so that the craftsmen can take them at will if they need it.

The master craftsman was directing everyone to work, while quietly wiping away his tears—it was the first time in so many years that someone saw these craftsmen inherited from generation to generation as human beings.

If these craftsmen were placed in modern times, they would be the top skilled workers, but in the ancient era when "everything is inferior, only education is high", they would be the bottom of the society.

Scholars, farmers, businessmen, and workers are only one class above businessmen, not even farmers.

In the Ministry of Industry, although they are all craftsmen who work, no one has ever taken them seriously-if they are useful, they will come as soon as they are called; if they are useless, they will go away.

It was the first time someone really saw them as a person. How could this not make the master and these craftsmen feel grateful and work hard?

Li Wenbin didn't know that he was already the Buddha of all families in the minds of these craftsmen. He only remembered what Chen Liuzi said when he was watching the TV series "Daranfang".

If you treat the workers well, the workers will naturally work hard for you.This results in fewer defectives and saves you far more money than you spent on them!

Li Wenbin, who thought he was born in the new society and grew up under the red flag, would not be able to do what a capitalist would do—at least he would not be able to do such a thing to the people of the Tang Dynasty, but not necessarily to foreigners.

This has been busy until late at night, seeing that the horseshoe is about to be successfully built-mainly because Li Wenbin and these craftsmen are inexperienced, and several sets have been scrapped, otherwise it would have been successful long ago.

Seeing Li Wenbin sitting on the chair, precariously toppled, the master persuaded: "Little prince, go and rest quickly. Just leave this place to the old man. Don't worry, I will definitely not disappoint your hard work."

Holding his eyes open, Li Wenbin said weakly: "It doesn't matter, I must watch the horseshoe being built with my own eyes. This is related to my entire net worth."

It’s okay if he doesn’t pay attention to it. If the 67 guan is calculated based on the annual dividend of [-] guan from Li Wenbin’s brewery, it will take him [-] years to pay it back.

Be an old man?

Li Wenbin has never thought about this issue. If you dare to owe money and don't pay it back at this time, it will be tantamount to complete social death. Regardless of whether he is the king of the county, even if he is walking on the street, someone would dare to spit at him.

Besides, these craftsmen haven't slept yet, and they have been busy since daytime, so they have to set an example.

Li Wenbin knew how hard this kind of physical work was.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Li Wenbin was half asleep and half awake when he heard a cheer from the master: "It's done, we're done."

"My lord, my lord. Open your eyes and have a look, this is the horseshoe you want!"

Li Wenbin woke up with a jerk—good guy, you said I seemed to be on the verge of dying.