I was a fan in ancient times [Transmigration Book]

Han Yi frowned and looked at the gray iron sword in front of him, and looked down at the data he recorded yesterday, wondering if he had made a mistake yesterday because of Yan Zheng's arrival.

But it's impossible to think about it. The data has been recorded before the final forging, and he hasn't changed the method of forging.

The only thing that may change is the rhythm of forging and the strength of each strike. If this is the reason, Han Yi carefully looked at the iron sword in his hand, then he would not pursue it.

After all, he is not a machine. In order to get this sword out for the past two days, his arm is so sore that he can hardly lift it up.

Just use this sword for experimentation, as long as it is stronger than the bronze weapon, then it is his victory.

Han Yi called someone to come over for the test, and Qu Mo volunteered.

Yan Zheng was not here today, Qu Mo felt a little itchy when he thought of Han Yi's praise of Yan Zheng yesterday, he also wanted to be praised by the young master.

As a result, the bronze dagger was successfully chopped off in the first blow. Han Yi just nodded in satisfaction and did not praise him.

The second time, the bronze spear was also defeated. Han Yi smiled, but he still didn't praise him.

The third time the bronze shield was not broken the first time, Qu Mo used some strength to break it. He looked at Han Yi with some anxiety. Yesterday Wang Sunzheng broke the bronze shield very easily.

Han Yi was not disappointed with the result, he walked over and patted Qu Mo on the shoulder and said, "Well done."

Then he changed hands and threw the bamboo in his hand into the kiln.

Qu Mo finally got the compliment he wanted. Although Han Yi praised him with less variety of words than Yan Zheng, Qu Mo was already satisfied.

It's just that when he saw Han Yi directly burning those bamboo slips, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Master, this...isn't this something very important for you to record?"

Han Yi smiled: "It is because it is important that it is destroyed. What if it is seen by others?"

Qu Mo paused before carefully saying: "But... isn't the young master using a secret language?"

"Huh?" Han Yi looked at him strangely.

Qu Mo scratched his head and said, "Qu Mo couldn't understand the things carved by the young master, probably because Qu Mo didn't read too much."

Han Yi paused, and then remembered that he had carved simplified characters on the bamboo piece.

From Xiaozhuan to Simplified Chinese characters, Chinese characters have undergone many changes. Those who know Simplified Chinese characters can even guess a few Xiaozhuan characters.

But those who only know Xiaozhuan may not know simplified Chinese characters, plus... there are no brushes in this era, and you have to use a carving knife to record!

Han Yi is not used to this thing, but he doesn't have time to get the brush out, and the brush also needs matching ink.

So he also used a carving knife for the time being, and the result was that the ghostly symbols he carved were probably only understood by himself.

After realizing this, Han Yi wished he could get into the kiln and pick up those bamboo pieces again!

In order not to let Qu Mo see that he regretted it, he had no choice but to put on an understatement and said, "It's okay, anyway, those things are already in my mind."

Qu Mo looked at Han Yi in admiration, the young master had memorized so many things!

In fact, Han Yi may not be happy to remember other things, but these data, especially the data obtained from his own experiments, will definitely be remembered.

One is to record the memory by yourself, and the other is to be ready for the boss to ask questions at any time!

Scientific research dogs are not easy to mess with these days!

After Han Yi burned the bamboo slices, he could only mix out the raw materials himself, and then let the slaves forge them.

What he promised Zhao Wang before was not that this sword was enough to deal with the job, and the most important thing was that it was not enough for Zhao Wang to give up his coveting for him under the balance.

What he needs is a weapon that can be mass-produced.

Fortunately, the slave finally forged iron swords that met the requirements, and later he asked these people to forge spears and spears. Although the sharpness was different, they were still much better than the previous bronze weapons.

As for those subtle differences, you can basically ignore them.

After Han Yi was relieved, he went back to take a good rest, and took those weapons into the palace the next day to meet King Zhao.

At this time, there are only two days left before the time he agreed with King Zhao.

During this period, King Zhao has been reluctant to summon him or go to see him in person. Today, when he heard that Han Yi entered the palace, he knew that it was time to announce the result of the bet between them.

Suddenly, Zhao Wang's mood was a little complicated.

As a king, he naturally hopes that his army will become stronger and his country will become stronger and stronger.

But if Han Yi really succeeds, he feels very regretful.

Such a beauty, if you miss it and want to wait for the next one, you don't know when it will be.

Han Yi's younger sister, Princess Manyi, is naturally a beauty, but she is still a bit worse than Han Yi.

Zhao Wang received Han Yi with a complicated mood, and Han Yi was very calm and calm.

It's just that the more calm and calm he is, the more reluctant King Zhao will be.

Han Yi smiled at King Zhao after saluting, "It's been a long time in seclusion, fortunately I didn't disgrace my life."

King Zhao asked, "Oh? Young Master Yi has already earned something?"

Han Yi smiled and said, "If you get nothing, you will have no face to meet the king."

Zhao Wang saw that he was very proud of him, but tried to put on a reserved appearance, the more he looked at it, the more itchy he looked, he simply looked away and said: "The widow will wait and see."

Han Yi said: "Please ask the king to send someone to fetch the weapons."

After all, it was a sharp weapon, and it was impossible for the guards Han Yi wanted to bring in to the palace gate to agree, so he had to let Qu Mo stay outside to guard it.

King Zhao waved his hand, and the eunuch beside him ran out immediately.

Not long after, the commander of the palace's guards came in with two guards carrying a wooden box, followed by Qu Mo who looked like a quail.

After Qu Mo saw his young master, he plucked up the courage and slipped over.

Others in the hall didn't pay attention to his actions, and everyone was attracted by the wooden box.

Han Yi didn't put it in a very exquisite box, and even the wooden box didn't even have decorations, it was just nailed together with ordinary wooden boards.

When did King Zhao see such a crude thing?

He couldn't help but glanced at Han Yi, and found that Han Yi was not at all uncomfortable. He couldn't help wondering if this little beauty's life was not easy?

He kept this matter in mind, nodded to the guard and said, "Open it."

The guard commander saluted, turned his head and made a gesture to the two guards. The guards carefully lifted the lid of the wooden box, and then they were immediately attracted by the weapons inside.

Even the commander of the guards couldn't help but take a second look.

Compared with the golden bronze weapon, the bright silver color of the iron weapon is very special, and this color looks cool and sharp.

What's more, Han Yi specially asked the slave to polish it for the sake of appearance.

It's a pity that there are no good polishing tools in this era, otherwise it should look better than this one.

The leader of the guards picked out a long sword and presented it up. The long sword was just like the box in which they were stored. There was no decoration on the whole body, and even the hilt was made of the most ordinary wood without any patterns, let alone gold and jade. .

However, the long sword itself was enough to attract Zhao Wang's attention. Zhao Wang looked at the long sword carefully, and then stretched out his hand to caress the blade.

Seeing his dangerous action, Han Yi reminded him, "Be careful, Your Majesty, this sword..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard King Zhao's "Ouch", and his index finger was bright red.

The eunuch immediately shouted: "Come here, please doctor!"

Han Yi had no choice but to get up and said: "It's Yi's fault, I didn't remind the king..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Wang said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, this sword really has the ability to blow hair and cut hair, young master Yi is really talented!"

Han Yi smiled slightly: "If you didn't have a well-thought-out plan, how could you boast in front of the king?"

King Zhao handed the long sword to the guard and said, "Try it."

Although he already believed what Han Yi said in his heart, he still wanted to see how sharp this sword could be.

The next test was no different from that conducted by Han Yi, Zhao Wang nodded with satisfaction after reading it.

What Han Yi did in the kiln before, in fact, he got the corresponding information, and he knew the progress of the experiment to some extent.

It's just that it can't compare to the shock brought by what he saw with his own eyes. He looked at Han Yi and asked, "Can this thing be forged on a large scale?"

Han Yi was very confident: "If I can't, how dare I bring it to the king? It's just that there are differences in the handmade products, the formula is the same, the forging method is the same, and the final product may not be the same, but the difference will not be too big. If you don't believe me, give it a try."

Zhao Wang nodded and looked at Han Yi and said: "Okay, if it can be done, Young Master Yi will have made great contributions to the country, and I will reward you heavily!"

Han Yi looked at King Zhao, and said slowly, "Then Yi won the bet, right?"

Zhao Wang looked at Han Yi with regretful and distressed eyes, and said reluctantly, "Of course."

There was a relieved smile on Han Yi's face, but the more he was like this, the more itchy Wang Zhao became.

He suddenly thought of something, and pretended to ask casually: "However, I heard that the first sword that Young Master Yi made was green-gold, and it was unparalleled in sharpness. It is better than these iron swords. Why can't I see it?" ?”